There is a lot of talk these mean solar day about sexual harassment. I am a case in pointedness, but with an odd eddy. My male heterosexual person gaffer sexually harasses me, another Male heterosexual person. How could that be ? It all revolves around my wife. Let me explain.

With one exception, I 've been a failure in animation. A at a lower place intermediate educatee, not athletic, no special talents, not a great deal to look at, and barely able to defend a job as a salesman. All my life I 've been called an underachiever. My one achievement has been landing my wife, Marie, a truly gorgeous fair sex. Marie has a facial expression and soundbox men dream about. She has deep, embrown eyes and chestnut hair, a naturally lightly tanned complexion, and a full moon, buxom pattern of the hourglass type -- a small waist but ample hip joint and round, inviting breasts and ass. Her feminine beauty is matched by her warmth and an animal magnetism that she exudes. Men have always been drawn to her, and watching men admire and desire her has been my greatest source of pridefulness. Needless to say, I worship the primer coat she walks on.

My Bos, Karl, is a oil, loud, arrogant bully. I admit that he is an effective salesman, part of his natural hostility and self-confidence, but I ca n't resist him. He is also very intimidating, and I have always been especially timid in his presence.

I had the fewest sales of anyone in the ship's company, and simply was n't pulling my free weight. I was on probation and on the wand of losing my job. In a last-ditch bid to keep my job, I thought I might invite Karl over for dinner at my apartment. The only reason I thought he might accept the invitation was because I had noticed him eyeing my wife once at a company party. I worked up my bravery to tempt him, and, to my great rest, he did, in fact, accept.

Marie has many amercement calibre, as I 've already indicated, but cooking and cleaning are not among them. On the day of the dinner, I left body of work early to buy wine and groceries, clean the house, and cook a courteous dinner. Marie could see that I was very nervous. In the hour before Karl 's arriver, I asked Marie if she was going to switch her clothes. She looked surprise. She was wearing her usual, somewhat conservative wear. `` What 's wrong with this ? '' she said. I told her that I would really care it if she could wear something just a little bit sexy.

I nervously told her that I thought Karl was about to provoke me, and that my lonesome hope was this dinner, and the intellection that somehow Marie would be able-bodied to persuade him to let me prevent my job.

'' If you think I can assist, Howie, then of course I 'll do whatever I can, '' Marie said.

We went upstairs, and I helped her pick out a tight-fitting, button down knit sweater. Although she only owned one really short shirt at the time, I asked her to put that one on. Marie also generally wore little make up, her natural dish really needs no enhancing, but I asked her to put on lip rouge and eye phantasma for the occasion. She could say that I really wanted her to give an impression on Karl.

As the buzzer rang, I took one last expression at Marie, and took one small action at law that probably changed the rest of my lifespan. I reached up, and unbuttoned two more than buttons on her sweater, which revealed her trench, rich segmentation. I gave her a osculation before opening the door and greeting Karl.

Karl hardly glanced at me. His eyes lit up at the sight of Marie, and, crude individual that he is, he stared openly and lustfully at Marie 's boob. Although Karl disgusted me, I also could n't help but feel vast pride in Marie. As I mentioned, I have always enjoyed watching other men admire Marie 's beauty ; it makes me feel golden at least in one -- I would say the most important -- part of my life.

dinner went well. I am not much of a conversationist, especially with Karl. But Marie kept up a conversation, and I ran back and forth to the kitchen, bringing dishes back and forth, fetching wine and refilling their glasses. Karl spent near of dinner ogling Marie 's breasts. At least he seemed to be enjoying himself. And she did too.

After dinner, Marie invited Karl to conjoin her on the sofa. I went to get another bottle of wine. When I came back, I could see that Marie 's short skirt was hiked up very heights on her thigh. Karl was playing with Marie 's finger's breadth, telling her she should really wear nail polish.

They kept chattering on. I sat in a president, sipped my wine-coloured, and watched. Their conversation turned to me, as though I was n't even there. Karl told Marie what a bad salesman I was and told some admittedly amusing stories about my various unsuccessful person that got Marie laughing. He told her, `` I was just about to give notice the little WIMP, and I think I still will. ``

Marie rose to the challenge. `` What if we invited you to dinner same time next calendar week ? You would n't fire Howie for the next calendar week, would you ? '' As she asked the question, she leaned toward Karl, and her knocker almost spilled out of her sweater entirely.

'' Just to see them juggs again would be worth keeping the petty crybaby another week, '' he said. So, without even a glance to me, Marie invited Karl to dinner the stick with week.

As he left, Marie stood at the doorway, telling him what a fun evening it was. She gave him a hug, and I thought he held it a bit longer than proper, but then he left.

I fretted all the future week. Prior to the future dinner, I took Marie out to tell on for nail polish. We could n't yield a right manicure, so I told her I would learn how to be her manicurist. So I studied up on manicure. I started by practicing on her toes, giving her a pedicure. I found that I particularly enjoyed preparing her feet, especially kneeling before her and pampering them. I worked on her fingernails as well, and by week 's end, I had learned a new attainment that I very much enjoyed.

I also worried about what Marie should wear for the next big night. After many endeavor, we settled finally on a silky, cream-colored translucent button-down blouse. Under it, we chose a low cut, creamy, front-clasping bra that pushed up her breast a bit. Again, I was in charge of buttoning the blouse, and saw to it that it revealed mass of cleavage. I chose a longer, wrap-around bird that tends to shine and split very mellow up on Marie 's thigh whenever she sits down and crosses her legs.

The dinner party was pretty a lot a repeat of the hebdomad before. I was amazed at what a skilful actress Marie was. She was absolutely convincing in pretending that she was entranced by Karl. She laughed at his trick, hung on every word, her eyes twinkled at everything he said, and she took every opportunity to brush against him or touch him.

At one point, Karl asked Marie what she saw in me. She commented on my `` sweetness, '' and my devotion, how I would `` do anything for her. '' Karl, laughed. `` You 're shittin'me. '' He said. Marie insisted that I would do anything she asked because I worshipped her. She was right of course, but I wish she had n't said it.

Karl wanted a demonstration. So Marie said to me, `` Come here Baby Doll. '' No one before had ever heard Marie 's secret pet epithet for me, I was surprised and embarrassed that Marie had used her pet gens for me in presence of my boss. Karl guffawed. I blushed and came toward Marie. `` On your knees, Baby dolly, derive to mom. '' I was mortified, now she had said not only her pet name for me, but her most inner pet name for herself when we are making beloved. Probably remembering all the precaution I had taken during the week in pampering her substructure, Marie said, `` Mama 's groundwork are tired and soil. pick out off my shoes and lick my toes
clean and massage my tired feet. '' With Karl roaring with laugh and thinking this was the peculiar affair he ever saw, I began licking and massaging Marie 's foot as she sat there at the table.

After it no longer seemed to amuse them anymore, Marie told me to barricade. She told me to serve the future course, and the dinner continued.

As they became more enliven, I became more and Thomas More withdrawn and repose. That did n't look to bother them any. They pretty much ignored me, except to ask me for more intellectual nourishment or wine-coloured. They again wound up on the lounge and, indeed, Marie 's skirt fell away, and she made no effort whatsoever to cover herself, allowing it nearly to reach her private parts. In fact, I suspect that Karl -- who made no enigma of looking -- caught at least a coup d'oeil of her panties. He admired the nail polish, holding her hands, and playing with her fingers all the while. He said he liked redder nail cultivation, and that with her coloring, she should wear red lipstick too. Ugh, I thought to myself, Karl the cosmetologist/fashion consultant.

Again, Karl told Marie how badly I was doing at work, how worthless I was, and how he really needed to give the sack me, and, again, Marie got him to throw off for another week by inviting him to dinner again.

So started our own lilliputian 1001 Nights. The sole thing that kept me from being fired, was my wife 's promise to preserve her seductive dinners.

Life at study was abject. Karl would create crude input about Marie 's body and lost no opportunity to belittle me, even in front of my co-workers. He even started calling me Doll Baby in sales meetings, not even getting the name right. He would say, `` skirt sister, go get me a pack of butt. '' And I would go get them for him.

With each dinner, Marie became successively more sexy in her dress and prepare up, and each calendar week the goodnight hug became a bit longer. I was amazed at Marie 's willingness to trifle up to Karl given what a atrocious lout he is.

Even on our limited budget, we devoted what money we had to buy provocative blouses and aphrodisiac brassiere that accentuated the richness of her breasts and the depth of her cleavage, and bird that would be sure to show plenty of creamy thigh.

One dinner party, Karl returned to the question of what Marie could possibly see in me. He said, `` He 's such a loser. He 's a total failure, he 's not goodness looking, he has no sense of liquid body substance. Does he get a really big cock, or what ? '' Marie laughed and told him that no, on the opposite, I had a very small phallus. She said that because I would do anything to please her and had so little ego, I would lick her anywhere she liked, and that she particularly liked that when I was pleasuring her down below with my tongue, I would work out her both fore and aft, something that none of her previous lovers would do. Karl thought that particularly hilarious.

Again, I was embarrassed that Marie was so open with our small marital secrets.

After that revealing, at work, he would make comment about me being an `` ass visage '' and a `` brown noser '' and other tasteless commentary relating to my oral examination fixation on my wife 's bottom. He also discovered that Marie gives me the honor of buying her panties and picking out which couplet for her to fall apart each day. Karl made it a point in time every day at work to ask me to discover what panties Marie was wearing that day. Although it was humiliating to answer, I could n't resist describing them in peachy detail, and found myself getting an erection every time I described the panties she was wearing back nursing home as we spoke.

Another evening, Karl let it be known that he liked the approximation of garter belts and stockings, so later that week we went out and added them to Marie 's press. We got a completely ensemble, a sexy contraband bra, and a tight V-necked dip blouse that was so low it left very much of her waist exposed, and a very small black mini-skirt with a twat on one thigh. Underneath was a bleak garter belt, string-bikini, stockings set, topped off with a couplet of high stiletto heels. It made Marie look like the classical French prostitute.

After dinner that nighttime, I sat in my chair watching them sitting on the couch when Marie 's allowed her skirt to boost up so Karl could see where the stockings attach to the garters. Although I had watched his bridge player casually reach Marie 's legs before, this prison term he said he wanted to sense if they were the silky kind. So Marie slid over and put her peg across his lap, and he began stroking her legs. He got his bridge player up to the tip of the stockings and even touched her bare second joint `` to compare '' the silkiness of the tegument and the stockings. That was bad enough, but then Marie encouraged him to equate how much softer the inside of her thigh is than the outside. I could n't trust the ritual killing she was making for me. When he tried to move his hand up to feel her scanty -- we had picked out a matching Shirley Temple cosmic string bikini, though I had no thought Karl would ever discover it -- she finally brushed him away.

That night, when Marie bid Karl goodnight at the figurehead threshold, the hug became much longer. I stood some aloofness away, but I could see them. They were kissing. It was n't a good-night peck. Their rima oris were surface, and they were devouring each other. I was petrified. Should I offend it up to protect Marie ? If I did, would I lose my job ? I just stayed watching. After about five bit of petting, Karl 's hands really started working on Marie 's bottom. Soon the chick was hiked up over her ass, and he was kneading her hind end through the string bikini. Marie was putting on a good act. She was moving into Karl, not away, as would be anyone 's natural response. She actually seemed to be grinding her organic structure against him. They continued groping and fumbling in the room access for some fourth dimension. And I quietly watched, trying to be as inconspicuous as possible.

When Karl finally left, Marie walked back into the sustenance room. Her whisker was mussed up, her lipstick smeared, her skirt was hiked up high on her rose hip, and she walked unsteadily in her high-pitched heels -- she looked incredibly sexy. As she came close to me, I saw a hickey on her neck opening, and a big wet, touchwood speckle on her blouse. I immediately started apologizing to her for putting her through this abase experience. I fell to my knee in front of her and hugged her. In doing so, I wiped my aspect on Karl 's tinder. I guess it
was a way of sharing the humiliation. We did n't even get to our bedroom. I began nuzzling between her leg, and unsteady on her feet as she was, we both fell back on the sofa, where Karl and Marie had just been sitting. I continued rubbing my cheek between her legs, mixing her exertion and moisture with Karl 's cum and my tears and spit. Marie had a shuddering orgasm, and pulled me up to finish making love to her. We fell asleep right there on the sofa in each other 's arms.

One night that week when we were already in bed, the earpiece rang. It was Karl. He wanted to talk with Marie. As I lay next to her in bed, I listened to their conversation. Marie kept telling him how she was fantasizing about him all the time, imagining his big glossa filling her mouth and wanting his big cock there too. He apparently was trying to get her to arrive out to a motel or something, but she kept refusing, saying that they were both married and could n't be seen to go out together. She said he was welcome in our house as a guest, but she reminded him that she was entertaining him because he was my boss, and she wanted to keep on him felicitous. Then it sounded like he was asking her for sex. `` I 'd really like that too, Karl, '' she said, `` but think about poor people Howie. ``

There was a foresighted break, as Karl talked on the other end. `` I told you before, Karl, that Howie will do whatever I say. '' Another pause.

'' Howie, crawl between my stage, I need to cover your pinna, '' she said. I did as I was told and started lapping between her legs. I heard her say, `` Fill me up, Karl, I want you, big and hard. '' Then, she pressed her thighs against my foreland, so I could n't try a great deal, but as she orgasmed, she loosened her bobby pin, and I heard her still talking into the earphone, `` Oh, Yes, Karl, yes, do me. ``

It looked like the next dinner was going to be a real escort. Marie made Karl promise to get her a demo, and said if they were going to take off really having sex, she wanted a present from him each time, as well as a $ 100 bonus for me in my adjacent pay gasbag. Karl seemed to agree, and they hung up.

I thanked Marie for being so self sacrificing for me and for being so dedicated to our marriage, and I apologized for putting her in a side where she had to pretend to notice Karl attractive and now that she would actually let him possess her sexually and have him pay money for it, as though she were a ...., I could n't even say the word to complete the sentence. I told her it was the enceinte proof of her honey for me.

Karl continued to be unbearable at work. One day, in the get together of a sale meeting, he said, `` Hey, doll child run down and get me a candy bar. '' I went to the vendition auto and got him something in a colored wrap. When I came back, he said, `` What kinda fag candy is that ? Get me a real candy bar. '' So I went back and got him another. All the early cut-rate sale associate degree watched me suck up to him, and I again felt absolutely humiliated.

In preparation for the following dinner, I again applied nail down fine-tune to Marie, this time a hot pink color, and helped her with her pilus and make up ( which seemed to be applied fleshy and darker with each visit ). I also helped her pick out her wardrobe. That nighttime, we picked a twosome of tight small pink spandex short-shorts cut luxuriously on her bottom and low on her waist. They hugged her crotch area, outlining everything, and making it gain that there was nothing underneath. Before dinner, I helped trim and shave her pubic arena, because the short were more revealing than virtually two-piece bottoms.

For the top, instead of the usual cleavage-revealing shirt or blouse, we chose a on the loose halter top that tied at the nape of the neck opening and across the back. With no bra underneath, Marie 's bosom were left to swing and sway with the slim movement. Her nipples poked at the slim cotton wool material.

Karl did indeed bestow Marie a exhibit, a tasteless housecoat, the variety sold in fully grown Christian Bible storehouse. To my surprise, Marie bought Karl a pose as well. It was a duet of slippers. She had Karl sit on the sofa as she knelt in front of him, took off his shoes, and slipped his ft into the carpet slipper. Then, Marie jumped in his lap, and they started kissing and fooling around. I went back into the kitchen to pretend last readying for dinner. When I called them in for dinner, they came with a great deal giggling. The necktie to Marie 's halter top
were undone, and she asked me to help re-tie them.

By now, I had lost my spot at the dinner table. Karl had complained that it was a pull seeing my scowling and saturnine face while he ate. At Marie 's suggestion, I had prepared the tabular array for two with candles to gift it a more romantic feel. Marie had also put some thought into my closet. She had me dress like a waiter, blacken slacks and white shirt. I spent most of the dinner in the kitchen.

When not preparing the food for thought, I sat listening to them by the door, and waiting for them to call me to serve them.

After dinner, as Karl and Marie walked into the keep room, his hand was squeezing her ass. I have to take that her bed never looked endearing than in those tight, spandex abruptly shorts, and it was apprehensible that anyone would desire to grab her ass, especially the backside third, that delicious round part where ass meets leg, that was exposed by the pants riding up her buns.

Marie pretended that she was enjoying Karl 's dirty paw all over her. Again, I was amazed by her devotedness to me to permit him to act that way for my sake. As I cleared the table, I saw them making out on the couch. Marie was kind of on top of Karl, kissing him and running her digit through his hair. Karl 's hands were planted on Marie 's ass, which was pointed ever so fetchingly in my direction. I watched as he kept slipping his fingers inside her pant. As he worked his helping hand, her drawers covered less and to a lesser extent of
her bottom.

Her nates was so beautiful, I could n't help but be mesmerized and aroused, despite my jealousy. I would have loved to have sucked on her keister right then and there, but knew that I could n't because Karl would n't like it.

Marie called me over. `` Baby Doll, we 're getting uncomfortable on the sofa. Will you be a good footling baby skirt and put tonic sheets on our bed, and light some candles in the bedroom for Karl and me ? ``

I prepared a nice minuscule love nestle for Marie and Karl. We had some scented taper, and I found our gentle sheets. Finally, I put some soft, amatory euphony on the CD-player, a touch Marie had n't even asked for. I was looking forward in a perverse way to kneeling at the metrical foot of the bed and watching my beautiful wife having sex with my horrible creature of a boss.

But the evening did n't go according to my plans. When I returned to the animation room, to severalize Karl and Marie that our bedchamber was quick, Karl looked at me like I had just interrupted them, and as though I had no line being in my own apartment.

Karl told me he wanted an after dinner party cognac and cigar to go with his new slippers. He handed me some money and told me to get lost. I wanted to ride out. I thought it my rightful place as Marie 's married man to delay a the infantry of my wedlock bed and find out my beauty being ravished by the wolf, but Holy Order are decree, and, grudgingly, I had to leave.

'' Oh, and child Doll, '' Marie added, `` when you get back, I want you to smooth Karl 's place. They 're all scuffed up, and we ca n't have our big boss man walking around with scuffed up shoes. I want you to be a good brake shoe shine boy make them all prissy and shiney. ``

When I came back from the liquor storehouse, Marie and Karl were in our bedroom. The threshold was closed, and Karl 's skid were sitting outside the door, waiting for me to shine them. Also, on the sofa, were Marie 's pink spandex boxershorts and halter top. Karl must have stripped her naked before they even got into the bedroom. As I often do when I am alone with Marie 's dirty clothes, which she usually leaves lying around the theatre for me to pick up and wash, I rubbed my face in the still damp genital organ of her shorts, inhaled
the aroma, and played with myself a fiddling bit.

But then I realized I needed to get to work. I had a job to do. I got out the shoe brush, finish, and buffer storage, and sat on the base outside my bedchamber door and began shining Karl 's brake shoe. While doing that, I listened intently to every rustling, giggle, and moan emanating from my sleeping room. The worst part was hearing Marie exclaim, `` Oh Karl, fuck me good. Oh, God, you fuck so just. Yes, yes, fulfill my pussy, Oh God, your peter feels so upright. Yes. Harder. You 're so hard. God, YES. ``

I recognized her voice, so I knew it was her. But I had definitely never heard anything of the kind from her in or out of the bedroom. I had never heard a bad watchword out of her oral cavity before, and yet this stream of profanity issued from her pure and beautiful lips.

After too long a wait, the doorway opened and Karl came out. He bent to inspect the shoes. `` Not too bad, '' he said, `` maybe we 'll find a use for you yet. '' He sat on one of our chairs and said, `` Come here, baby Doll. Take off my slipper and put my shoes back on me. '' Shaking with hatred and fear, I knelt in front of Karl and put his brake shoe on him. He looked at the cognac and cigar I had laid out for him. `` Save 'em for following hebdomad, '' he said, `` I got ta get home and grant my wife a effective fuck too. '' He got up and left without
another word.

I crept into the darkened bedroom with the cd still flickering and soft music performing. `` Do you bed him more than me ? '' I whispered, my spokesperson cracking.

'' Oh, infant doll, you know Mama wuvs her widdle biddie sister, '' Marie said in the baby talk voice she knows that just melt me.

'' Come to mum. cum and kiss mom where Big Bad Boss Man made me all sore with his big bad member. '' I crawled up onto the bed. `` Mama wuvs her widdle chick sister dame, '' she said again. `` Bad Bossy Mahn made mama all wet and huuuhrting and duhrrty. ``

I snuggled between her legs, and started lapping and cleaning her inner thighs and the all jismy and slick arena in between.

'' That 's a babe, '' she purred. `` Mama 's purulent wussy all sore fwom big bad man. ``

I brought Marie to a slowly building, warm and glowing orgasm with my tongue. In the procedure, I was purpose on sucking and licking away every suggestion of Karl. After her coming, she pulled me up. `` Let Mama feel baby 's widdle peenie inside me. '' I wiggled inside her inviting wetness and warmth. `` Ooooh, baby 's widdle biddie peenie flavour so prissy and comfy womfy. Not like that big bad honcho man who hurt mom with his BIG, HARD, peter. ``

Her voice completely changed shade on the net three language, and as she gasped with what seemed to be the memory of Karl 's penis pounding inside her, I came with a short squirt, not having been inside her Thomas More than 10 seconds.

As I lay in bed cuddled in the inside spoon stance next to Marie in the dark I realized that in one way Karl was a better lover than me, and that on one level he satisfied Marie in a way that I could n't. I felt bad about that, inferior as usual. But I also realized that Marie 's sexual love for me was unfeigned, and that she found sex with me satisfying in a way that I knew Karl was incompetent of serving her. I became resigned at that second to the musical theme that having us both was not only a career rescuer for me, but probably near for Marie as well.

Karl continues to come for his hebdomadary dinners. He continues to chagrin me at work and at home. I could quit my job and find another that probably would be no worse. But I stay there despite the harassment. I recognize that I like being a wimp and a cuckold. Karl is disgusting and does n't really matter. What matters is Marie. My life revolves around her. What I love the most is knowing the power that she has over me. Karl may opine he 's in control. But I know better. Marie is the one in the midsection who controls everything. I still, and always will, worship the ground she walks on.

Proudly signed,

Willing Wimp .