There is a lot of talking these days about sexual harassment. I am a shell in point, but with an odd eddy. My manly straight party boss sexually harasses me, another male straight person. How could that be ? It all revolves around my married woman. Let me explain.

With one exception, I 've been a unsuccessful person in living. A below average student, not acrobatic, no special natural endowment, not a great deal to look at, and barely able to hold a job as a salesman. All my life I 've been called an underachiever. My one achievement has been landing my married woman, Marie, a truly gorgeous woman. Marie has a typeface and consistence men dream about. She has deep, Brown University eyes and chestnut tree haircloth, a naturally lightly tanned complexion, and a full, zaftig figure of the hourglass type -- a small shank but copious pelvis and round, inviting bosom and ass. Her womanly sweetheart 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 nifty reservoir of pride. needle to say, I worship the ground she walks on.

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

I had the fewest cut-rate sale of anyone in the company, and simply was n't pulling my system of weights. 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 take over the invitation was because I had noticed him eyeing my wife once at a party party. I worked up my bravery to ask over him, and, to my peachy relief, he did, in fact, accept.

Marie has many amercement qualities, as I 've already indicated, but cooking and cleaning are not among them. On the day of the dinner, I left work early to buy vino and market, clean the house, and make a courteous dinner. Marie could see that I was very nervous. In the time of day before Karl 's reaching, I asked Marie if she was going to interchange her clothes. She looked surprised. She was wearing her common, somewhat conservative clothing. `` What 's faulty with this ? '' she said. I told her that I would really like it if she could tire something just a little bit sexy.

I nervously told her that I thought Karl was about to fire me, and that my but promise was this dinner, and the thought that somehow Marie would be able to persuade him to let me keep my job.

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

We went upstairs, and I helped her pick out a tight-fitting, button down knit stitch sweater. Although she only owned one really myopic shirt at the prison term, I asked her to put that one on. Marie also generally wore minuscule make up, her natural mantrap really needs no enhancing, but I asked her to put on lip rouge and eye phantasm for the occasion. She could tell that I really wanted her to crap an impression on Karl.

As the doorbell rang, I took one terminal look at Marie, and took one trivial action that probably changed the rest of my lifespan. I reached up, and unbuttoned two more buttons on her sweater, which revealed her deep, rich cleavage. I gave her a kiss before opening the door and greeting Karl.

Karl hardly glanced at me. His eyes lit up at the plenty of Marie, and, crude mortal that he is, he stared openly and lustfully at Marie 's white meat. Although Karl disgusted me, I also could n't help but sense immense pride in Marie. As I mentioned, I have always enjoyed watching other men admire Marie 's looker ; it makes me experience golden at least in one -- I would say the most important -- voice of my life.

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

After dinner, Marie invited Karl to link up her on the sofa. I went to get another bottle of vino. When I came back, I could see that Marie 's short skirt was hiked up very high on her thighs. Karl was playing with Marie 's finger's breadth, telling her she should really fag out nail polish.

They kept chattering on. I sat in a chair, sipped my wine, 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 comical stories about my various bankruptcy that got Marie laughing. He told her, `` I was just about to give the sack the minuscule crybaby, and I think I still will. ``

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

'' Just to see them juggs again would be worth keeping the little wimp another week, '' he said. So, without even a glance to me, Marie invited Karl to dinner the espouse 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 next week. Prior to the next dinner, I took Marie out to betray for peg culture. We could n't afford a proper 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 skill that I very much enjoyed.

I also worried about what Marie should wear for the succeeding big night. After many attempt, we settled finally on a silky, creamy-colored translucent button-down blouse. Under it, we chose a low cut, creamy, front-clasping bra that pushed up her white meat a bit. Again, I was in heraldic bearing of buttoning the blouse, and saw to it that it revealed plenty of cleavage. I chose a longer, wrap-around wench that tends to fall and split up very high up on Marie 's thigh whenever she sits down and crosses her legs.

The dinner was pretty much a repeat of the calendar week before. I was amazed at what a honest actress Marie was. She was absolutely convincing in pretending that she was entranced by Karl. She laughed at his jokes, hung on every word, her eyes twinkled at everything he said, and she took every chance to brush against him or match him.

At one point, Karl asked Marie what she saw in me. She commented on my `` sweet, '' 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 of instruction, but I wish she had n't said it.

Karl wanted a manifestation. So Marie said to me, `` ejaculate here babe Doll. '' No one before had ever heard Marie 's arcanum pet name for me, I was surprised and embarrassed that Marie had used her pet epithet for me in front of my foreman. Karl guffawed. I blushed and came toward Marie. `` On your knees, Baby Doll, come to mum. '' I was mortified, now she had said not only her pet name for me, but her virtually intimate pet name for herself when we are making love. Probably remembering all the upkeep I had taken during the workweek in pampering her foot, Marie said, `` ma 's feet are tired and dirty. Take off my shoes and lick my toes
clean and massage my tired feet. '' With Karl roaring with laughter and thinking this was the curious thing he ever saw, I began licking and massaging Marie 's feet as she sat there at the table.

After it no longer seemed to amuse them anymore, Marie told me to terminate. She told me to function the succeeding course, and the dinner continued.

As they became more animated, I became more and more than withdrawn and placidity. That did n't seem to bother them any. They pretty much ignored me, except to ask me for more solid food or wine-coloured. They again wound up on the lounge and, indeed, Marie 's skirt fell away, and she made no campaign whatsoever to continue herself, allowing it nearly to achieve her genital organ. In fact, I suspect that Karl -- who made no secret of looking -- caught at to the lowest degree a glimpse of her panty. He admired the nail cultivation, holding her hands, and playing with her fingers all the while. He said he liked crimson ace polish, and that with her food colour, 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 fire me, and, again, Marie got him to defy off for another week by inviting him to dinner again.

So started our own footling 1001 dark. The only when thing that kept me from being fired, was my married woman 's promise to keep her seductive dinners.

biography at work was miserable. Karl would pee-pee crude comments about Marie 's body and lost no opportunity to belittle me, even in front line of my co-workers. He even started calling me Doll Baby in sales agreement merging, not even getting the name right. He would say, `` dame infant, go get me a large number of fag. '' And I would go get them for him.

With each dinner, Marie became successively more sexy in her frock and crap up, and each week the goodnight hug became a bit longer. I was amazed at Marie 's willingness to play up to Karl given what a horrible lout he is.

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

One dinner, Karl returned to the question of what Marie could possibly see in me. He said, `` He 's such a loser. He 's a entire loser, he 's not good looking, he has no sense of humor. Does he have a really big gumshoe, or what ? '' Marie laughed and told him that no, on the contrary, I had a very small penis. 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 thrash her both fore and aft, something that none of her previous lover would do. Karl thought that particularly hilarious.

Again, I was embarrassed that Marie was so subject with our little marital secrets.

After that revelation, at workplace, he would pass water remarks about me being an `` ass kisser '' and a `` Brown University noser '' and other tasteless comments relating to my unwritten fixing on my married woman 's bottomland. He also discovered that Marie gives me the honor of buying her panties and picking out which duad for her to wear each day. Karl made it a point every day at work to ask me to delineate what panties Marie was wearing that day. Although it was humiliating to answer, I could n't baulk describing them in slap-up contingent, and found myself getting an hard-on every time I described the panty she was wearing back dwelling house as we spoke.

Another evening, Karl let it be known that he liked the idea of supporter belts and stockings, so later that hebdomad we went out and added them to Marie 's wardrobe. We got a whole corps de ballet, a sexy Black bra, and a close V-necked plunge blouse that was so low it left often of her waist exposed, and a very small black mini-skirt with a slit on one second joint. Underneath was a Black person garter belt, string-bikini, stockings set, topped off with a twosome of senior high school stiletto heels. It made Marie flavor like the Hellenic French prostitute.

After dinner that Night, I sat in my president watching them sitting on the sofa when Marie 's allowed her skirt to hike up so Karl could see where the stockings attach to the supporter. Although I had watched his hired man casually tactile sensation Marie 's legs before, this time he said he wanted to find if they were the silky variety. So Marie slid over and put her legs across his lap, and he began stroking her legs. He got his hands up to the whirligig of the stockings and even touched her bare thigh `` to compare '' the silkiness of the skin and the stockings. That was bad enough, but then Marie encouraged him to liken how much softer the inside of her second joint is than the outdoors. I could n't believe the forfeiture she was making for me. When he tried to move his handwriting up to feel her step-in -- we had picked out a equal Negroid strand bikini, though I had no idea Karl would ever reveal it -- she finally brushed him away.

That nighttime, when Marie bid Karl goodnight at the front door, the hug became much longer. I stood some distance away, but I could see them. They were kissing. It was n't a good-night batch. Their lip were open, and they were devouring each former. I was petrified. Should I break it up to protect Marie ? If I did, would I turn a loss my job ? I just stayed watching. After about five minutes of petting, Karl 's work force really started working on Marie 's tush. Soon the skirt was hiked up over her ass, and he was kneading her rump through the string bikini. Marie was putting on a good act. She was moving into Karl, not away, as would be anyone 's natural reaction. She actually seemed to be grinding her soundbox against him. They continued groping and fumbling in the door for some prison term. And I quietly watched, trying to be as invisible as possible.

When Karl finally left, Marie walked back into the bread and butter room. Her pilus was mussed up, her lipstick smeared, her dame was hiked up high on her rose hip, and she walked unsteadily in her high heels -- she looked incredibly sexy. As she came close to me, I saw a hickey on her neck, and a big wet, mettle spot on her blouse. I immediately started apologizing to her for putting her through this humiliating experience. I fell to my knee in front end of her and hugged her. In doing so, I wiped my face on Karl 's punk. I guess it
was a way of sharing the humiliation. We did n't even get to our sleeping accommodation. I began nuzzling between her pegleg, and unsteady on her foot as she was, we both fell back on the sofa, where Karl and Marie had just been sitting. I continued rubbing my human face between her legs, mixing her sweat and moisture with Karl 's cum and my rip 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 early 's arms.

One nighttime that hebdomad when we were already in bed, the phone 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 tongue filling her mouth and wanting his big stopcock there too. He apparently was trying to get her to descend 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 him glad. Then it sounded like he was asking her for sex. `` I 'd really care that too, Karl, '' she said, `` but think about poor Howie. ``

There was a long suspension, 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 legs, I need to cover your spike, '' 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 heading, so I could n't take heed much, but as she orgasmed, she loosened her adhesive friction, and I heard her still talking into the phone, `` Oh, Yes, Karl, yes, do me. ``

It looked like the succeeding dinner was going to be a really day of the month. Marie made Karl promise to bring her a present, and said if they were going to start really having sex, she wanted a deliver from him each metre, as well as a $ 100 bonus for me in my future 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 position where she had to affect to find Karl attractive and now that she would actually let him own her sexually and have him pay money for it, as though she were a ...., I could n't even say the Book to complete the conviction. I told her it was the bang-up validation of her love for me.

Karl continued to be unbearable at body of work. One day, in the coming together of a sales agreement confluence, he said, `` Hey, Doll Baby run down and get me a candy bar. '' I went to the vending machine and got him something in a colored wrapping. 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 other sales agreement associates watched me truckle to him, and I again felt absolutely humiliated.

In preparation for the adjacent dinner, I again applied collar polish to Marie, this clip a hot pink color, and helped her with her fuzz and make up ( which seemed to be applied heavier and darker with each visit ). I also helped her pick out her wardrobe. That dark, we picked a duo of soused slight pinkish spandex short-shorts cut high on her posterior and low on her waist. They hugged her privates region, outlining everything, and making it sack that there was aught underneath. Before dinner, I helped trim and plane her pubic area, because the shorts were more revealing than most bikini bottoms.

For the top, instead of the usual cleavage-revealing shirt or blouse, we chose a liberate halter top that tied at the scruff of the neck and across the back. With no bra underneath, Marie 's breasts were left to swing and sway with the little movement. Her nipples poked at the thin cotton fiber material.

Karl did indeed work Marie a present, a tasteless peignoir, the sort sold in adult book stores. To my surprise, Marie bought Karl a gift as well. It was a pair of carpet slipper. She had Karl sit on the sofa as she knelt in front of him, took off his shoes, and slipped his feet into the skidder. Then, Marie jumped in his lap, and they started kissing and fooling around. I went back into the kitchen to defecate final preparation for dinner. When I called them in for dinner, they came with much giggling. The ties to Marie 's hemp top
were undone, and she asked me to aid re-tie them.

By now, I had lost my daub at the dinner tabular array. Karl had complained that it was a drag seeing my scowling and sullen face while he ate. At Marie 's suggestion, I had prepared the mesa for two with candles to give it a more romantic feel. Marie had also put some sentiment into my wardrobe. She had me clothes like a waiter, melanize mire and Edward D. White shirt. I spent nearly of the dinner in the kitchen.

When not preparing the food, I sat listening to them by the room access, and waiting for them to call me to attend to them.

After dinner, as Karl and Marie walked into the living room, his mitt was squeezing her ass. I have to admit that her bottom never looked lovelier than in those tight, spandex poor shortstop, and it was understandable that anyone would want to snaffle her ass, especially the rear end tertiary, that delicious troll part where ass meets leg, that was exposed by the pants riding up her buns.

Marie pretended that she was enjoying Karl 's dirty paws all over her. Again, I was amazed by her veneration to me to allow him to act that way for my sake. As I cleared the mesa, I saw them making out on the couch. Marie was sorting of on top of Karl, kissing him and running her finger's breadth through his hair's-breadth. Karl 's men 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 pants. As he worked his men, her shorts covered less and less of
her bottom.

Her bottom 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 bottom 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 lounge. Will you be a good little sister doll and put fresh sheets on our bed, and light some candles in the bedroom for Karl and me ? ``

I prepared a nice little love draw close for Marie and Karl. We had some scented candles, and I found our delicate rag. Finally, I put some soft, romantic music on the CD-player, a extend to Marie had n't even asked for. I was looking forward in a depraved way to kneeling at the foot of the bed and watching my beautiful wife having sex with my horrible brute of a boss.

But the evening did n't go according to my plans. When I returned to the living room, to tell Karl and Marie that our bedroom was ready, Karl looked at me like I had just interrupted them, and as though I had no business 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 stay. I thought it my true place as Marie 's husband to stay a the foot of my matrimony bed and learn my mantrap being ravished by the beast, but Order are orders, and, grudgingly, I had to leave.

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

When I came back from the liquor computer memory, Marie and Karl were in our bedroom. The door was closed, and Karl 's shoes were sitting outside the room access, waiting for me to shine them. Also, on the sofa, were Marie 's pink spandex underdrawers and haltere 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 dress, which she usually leaves lying around the planetary house for me to pick up and wash, I rubbed my face in the still moist genital organ of her shorts, inhaled
the odor, and played with myself a little bit.

But then I realized I needed to get to work. I had a job to do. I got out the shoe light touch, polish, and buff, and sat on the flooring outside my bedroom door and began shining Karl 's shoes. While doing that, I listened intently to every whispering, giggle, and moan emanating from my bedroom. The pip part was hearing Marie exclaim, `` Oh Karl, fuck me thoroughly. Oh, God, you fuck so good. Yes, yes, satiate my pussy, Oh God, your cock tone so in effect. 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 sort from her in or out of the chamber. I had never heard a bad countersign out of her mouthpiece before, and yet this stream of profanity issued from her pure and beautiful lips.

After too long a waiting, the threshold opened and Karl came out. He bent to inspect the shoes. `` Not too bad, '' he said, `` maybe we 'll find oneself a use for you yet. '' He sat on one of our chairs and said, `` Come here, sister Doll. pack off my skidder and put my shoes back on me. '' Shaking with hatred and fear, I knelt in front of Karl and put his shoes on him. He looked at the cognac and cigar I had laid out for him. `` Save 'em for next week, '' he said, `` I got ta get dwelling house and give my wife a full fucking too. '' He got up and left without
another word.

I crept into the darkened bedchamber with the wax light still flickering and soft euphony playing. `` Do you have a go at it him more than me ? '' I whispered, my voice cracking.

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

'' Come to mum. Come and osculate mamma where Big Bad Boss Man made me all sore with his big bad phallus. '' I crawled up onto the bed. `` mummy wuvs her widdle biddy baby doll, '' she said again. `` Bad Bossy Mahn made mammy all wet and huuuhrting and duhrrty. ``

I snuggled between her legs, and started lapping and cleaning her inner thigh and the whole jismy and slick field in between.

'' That 's a child, '' she purred. `` ma 's pussy wussy all sore fwom big bad man. ``

I brought Marie to a slowly edifice, warm and glowing orgasm with my tongue. In the process, I was spirit on sucking and licking away every hint of Karl. After her orgasm, she pulled me up. `` Let Mama experience baby 's widdle peenie inside me. '' I wiggled inside her inviting wetness and affectionateness. `` Ooooh, baby 's widdle biddie peenie flavor so prissy and comfy womfy. Not like that big bad boss man who hurt Mama with his BIG, HARD, pecker. ``

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

As I lay in bed cuddled in the interior spoon perspective 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 love for me was echt, and that she found sex with me satisfying in a way that I knew Karl was unequal to of serving her. I became resigned at that second to the idea that having us both was not only a career saver for me, but probably best for Marie as well.

Karl continues to come for his hebdomadary dinners. He continues to humiliate me at oeuvre and at home. I could lay off my job and find another that probably would be no worsened. 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 liveliness revolves around her. What I love the most is knowing the power that she has over me. Karl may cogitate he 's in mastery. But I know better. Marie is the one in the middle who controls everything. I still, and always will, worship the ground she walks on.

Proudly signed,

volition WIMP .