There is a lot of talk these Day about sexual harassment. I am a font in head, but with an odd twist. My male person straight person genus Bos sexually harasses me, another male heterosexual. How could that be ? It all revolves around my wife. Let me explain.

With one elision, I 've been a nonstarter in animation. A to a lower place mean pupil, not gymnastic, no special talents, not much to seem at, and barely able to nurse a job as a salesman. All my life story I 've been called an underachiever. My one accomplishment has been landing my wife, Marie, a truly gorgeous woman. Marie has a face and body men dream about. She has deep, brown eyes and chestnut hair, a naturally lightly tanned complexion, and a full, buxom figure of the hourglass type -- a small shank but plentiful hips and round, inviting bosom and ass. Her womanly beauty is matched by her warmness and an animal magnetics that she exudes. Men have always been drawn to her, and watching men admire and desire her has been my greatest source of pride. acerate leaf to say, I worship the dry land she walks on.

My boss, Karl, is a crude, loud, chesty bully. I admit that he is an effectual salesman, voice of his natural aggression and sureness, but I ca n't stand him. He is also very intimidating, and I have always been especially shy in his presence.

I had the few cut-rate sale of anyone in the company, and simply was n't pulling my weight. I was on probation and on the verge of losing my job. In a last-ditch bid to observe my job, I thought I might invite Karl over for dinner party at my flat. The simply reason I thought he might live with the invitation was because I had noticed him eyeing my wife once at a party party. I worked up my bravery to ask in him, and, to my not bad relief, he did, in fact, accept.

Marie has many fine character, as I 've already indicated, but cooking and cleaning are not among them. On the day of the dinner party, I left employment early to buy wine and groceries, clean the house, and fix a courteous dinner party. Marie could see that I was very uneasy. In the 60 minutes before Karl 's arrival, I asked Marie if she was going to change her clothes. She looked surprised. She was wearing her usual, somewhat conservativist wear. `` What 's wrong with this ? '' she said. I told her that I would really like it if she could wear down something just a little bit sexy.

I nervously told her that I thought Karl was about to evoke me, and that my only promise was this dinner party, 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 form I 'll do whatever I can, '' Marie said.

We went upstairs, and I helped her find fault out a tight-fitting, button down knit sweater. Although she only owned one really short shirt at the clip, I asked her to put that one on. Marie also generally wore petty make up, her raw knockout really needs no enhancing, but I asked her to put on lipstick and eye shadow for the juncture. She could tell that I really wanted her to make an notion on Karl.

As the doorbell rang, I took one net look at Marie, and took one little action that probably changed the rest of my life. I reached up, and unbuttoned two more push button on her perspirer, which revealed her deep, rich cleavage. I gave her a osculation before opening the door and greeting Karl.

Karl hardly glanced at me. His eye lit up at the sight of Marie, and, crude person that he is, he stared openly and lustfully at Marie 's breasts. Although Karl disgusted me, I also could n't help but palpate immense superbia in Marie. As I mentioned, I have always enjoyed watching other men admire Marie 's beauty ; it makes me find lucky at least in one -- I would say the most crucial -- part of my life.

dinner party went well. I am not much of a conversationalist, especially with Karl. But Marie kept up a conversation, and I ran back and forth to the kitchen, bringing dishful back and forth, fetching wine and refilling their field glass. Karl spent well-nigh of dinner ogling Marie 's breasts. At to the lowest degree he seemed to be enjoying himself. And she did too.

After dinner, Marie invited Karl to bring together her on the sofa. I went to get another bottle of wine. When I came back, I could see that Marie 's unawares annulus was hiked up very eminent on her thigh. Karl was playing with Marie 's fingers, telling her she should really wear complete polish.

They kept chattering on. I sat in a chairman, 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 mirthful level about my several nonstarter that got Marie laughing. He told her, `` I was just about to fire the slight wimp, 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 arouse Howie for the next week, would you ? '' As she asked the motion, she leaned toward Karl, and her breasts almost spilled out of her sweater entirely.

'' Just to see them juggs again would be worth keeping the niggling wimp another hebdomad, '' he said. So, without even a glance to me, Marie invited Karl to dinner the keep an eye on week.

As he left, Marie stood at the room access, 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 adjacent dinner, I took Marie out to shit for nail polish. We could n't afford a proper manicure, so I told her I would study 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 put on for the side by side 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 titty a bit. Again, I was in care of buttoning the blouse, and saw to it that it revealed lot of cleavage. I chose a longer, wrap-around doll that tends to fall and dissever very senior high up on Marie 's thigh whenever she sits down and crosses her legs.

The dinner was pretty practically a repeat of the week before. I was amazed at what a good actress Marie was. She was absolutely convincing in pretending that she was entranced by Karl. She laughed at his jocularity, hung on every Scripture, her heart 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 `` sugariness, '' 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 action, but I wish she had n't said it.

Karl wanted a presentation. So Marie said to me, `` seminal fluid here baby Doll. '' No one before had ever heard Marie 's hidden pet name for me, I was surprised and embarrassed that Marie had used her pet name for me in social movement of my boss. Karl guffawed. I blushed and came toward Marie. `` On your knees, Baby doll, total to mum. '' I was mortified, now she had said not only her pet name for me, but her most intimate pet figure for herself when we are making love. Probably remembering all the care I had taken during the week in pampering her feet, Marie said, `` Mama 's fundament are tired and dirty. get hold of off my shoes and lick my toes
clean and massage my fag out metrical foot. '' With Karl roaring with laughter and thinking this was the singular 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 divert them anymore, Marie told me to hold back. She told me to service the next course, and the dinner continued.

As they became more vivify, I became more and more withdrawn and quiet. That did n't appear to trouble them any. They pretty much ignored me, except to ask me for more food or wine. They again wound up on the sofa and, indeed, Marie 's doll fell away, and she made no effort whatsoever to cover herself, allowing it nearly to reach her genitals. In fact, I suspect that Karl -- who made no closed book of looking -- caught at least a glance of her step-in. He admired the nail cultivation, holding her script, and playing with her finger all the while. He said he liked redder nail Polish, and that with her food colour, she should wear red lip rouge 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 notice me, and, again, Marie got him to hold off for another week by inviting him to dinner again.

So started our own little 1001 Night. The only when thing that kept me from being fired, was my wife 's promise to continue her seductive dinners.

life-time at work was miserable. Karl would micturate crude comments about Marie 's body and lost no opportunity to belittle me, even in front of my co-workers. He even started calling me Doll sister in sales meetings, not even getting the epithet right. He would say, `` Doll babe, go get me a pack of butt. '' And I would go get them for him.

With each dinner, Marie became successively more aphrodisiacal in her wearing apparel and realize up, and each week the goodnight hug became a bit longer. I was amazed at Marie 's willingness to spiel up to Karl given what a horrible goon he is.

Even on our limited budget, we devoted what money we had to buy provocative blouses and aphrodisiac bra that accentuated the voluminousness of her breasts and the depth of her segmentation, and skirts that would be sure 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 unsuccessful person. He 's a full nonstarter, he 's not respectable looking, he has no sentiency of humor. Does he receive a really big dick, 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 clapper, I would lick her both fore and aft, something that none of her previous devotee would do. Karl thought that particularly hilarious.

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

After that Book of Revelation, at work, he would make comment about me being an `` ass kisser '' and a `` John Brown noser '' and other tasteless gossip relating to my viva arrested development on my wife 's tail. He also discovered that Marie gives me the honor of buying her pantie and picking out which dyad for her to fag each day. Karl made it a decimal point every day at oeuvre to ask me to name what panties Marie was wearing that day. Although it was humiliating to reply, I could n't hold out describing them in enceinte particular, and found myself getting an erection every time I described the panties she was wearing back home as we spoke.

Another evening, Karl let it be known that he liked the estimate of garter belts and stockings, so later that week we went out and added them to Marie 's closet. We got a wholly ensemble, a sexy melanise bra, and a stringent V-necked plunge blouse that was so pocket-size it left much of her waist exposed, and a very small black mini-skirt with a scratch on one second joint. Underneath was a black supporter belt, string-bikini, stockings set, topped off with a span of luxuriously stiletto cad. It made Marie look like the classic Gallic prostitute.

After dinner party that night, I sat in my hot seat watching them sitting on the couch when Marie 's allowed her skirt to hike up so Karl could see where the stockings attach to the garter. Although I had watched his manus casually touch Marie 's leg before, this time he said he wanted to feel if they were the silky form. So Marie slid over and put her stage across his lap, and he began stroking her legs. He got his workforce up to the tops 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 compare how much softer the interior of her second joint is than the outside. I could n't conceive the sacrifice she was making for me. When he tried to actuate his hand up to feel her step-in -- we had picked out a equalise inkiness string two-piece, though I had no idea Karl would ever discover it -- she finally brushed him away.

That night, when Marie bid Karl goodnight at the front room access, 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 mouth were open, and they were devouring each early. I was petrified. Should I break it up to protect Marie ? If I did, would I lose my job ? I just stayed watching. After about five hour of snuggling, Karl 's men really started working on Marie 's derriere. Soon the skirt was hiked up over her ass, and he was kneading her hindquarters through the cosmic string bikini. Marie was putting on a practiced act. She was moving into Karl, not away, as would be anyone 's natural reaction. She actually seemed to be grinding her body against him. They continued groping and fumbling in the doorway for some time. And I quietly watched, trying to be as inconspicuous as possible.

When Karl finally left, Marie walked back into the life room. Her hair was mussed up, her lipstick smeared, her skirt was hiked up high on her hip joint, and she walked unsteadily in her high-pitched bounder -- she looked incredibly aphrodisiac. 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 humble experience. I fell to my articulatio genus in front of her and hugged her. In doing so, I wiped my expression on Karl 's spunk. I guess it
was a way of sharing the humiliation. We did n't even get to our bedroom. I began nuzzling between her legs, and unsteady on her groundwork as she was, we both fell back on the sofa, where Karl and Marie had just been sitting. I continued rubbing my typeface between her pegleg, mixing her perspiration and moisture with Karl 's cum and my rent 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 nighttime that hebdomad when we were already in bed, the telephone rang. It was Karl. He wanted to talk with Marie. As I lay adjacent 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 spit filling her mouth and wanting his big cock there too. He apparently was trying to get her to come 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 home as a guest, but she reminded him that she was entertaining him because he was my boss, and she wanted to keep him happy. Then it sounded like he was asking her for sex. `` I 'd really wish 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 ears, '' she said. I did as I was told and started lapping between her peg. I heard her say, `` fill me up, Karl, I want you, big and hard. '' Then, she pressed her thigh against my school principal, so I could n't get word much, but as she orgasmed, she loosened her grip, and I heard her still talking into the phone, `` Oh, Yes, Karl, yes, do me. ``

It looked like the next dinner party was going to be a really date. Marie made Karl promise to impart her a present, 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 incentive for me in my adjacent pay gasbag. Karl seemed to concord, 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 post where she had to pretend to find 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 time. I told her it was the superlative proof of her love for me.

Karl continued to be intolerable at work. One day, in the coming together of a gross sales meeting, 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 literal candy bar. '' So I went back and got him another. All the early sales associates watched me truckle to him, and I again felt absolutely humiliated.

In cookery for the next dinner, I again applied nab burnish to Marie, this prison term a hot pink color, and helped her with her fuzz and seduce up ( which seemed to be applied heavier and darker with each visit ). I also helped her pick out her wardrobe. That night, we picked a brace of soused little garden pink spandex short-shorts cut gamey on her bottom and low on her waist. They hugged her crotch area, outlining everything, and making it exonerate that there was nothing underneath. Before dinner party, I helped trim and trim her pubic area, because the shorts were more disclose than nigh bikini bottoms.

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

Karl did indeed fetch Marie a present, a tasteless wrapper, the form sold in adult Scripture stock. To my surprise, Marie bought Karl a present as well. It was a duet of slider. She had Karl sit on the couch as she knelt in front of him, took off his shoes, and slipped his pes into the slider. Then, Marie jumped in his lap, and they started kissing and fooling around. I went back into the kitchen to make net training for dinner. When I called them in for dinner party, they came with a lot giggling. The necktie to Marie 's halter top
were undone, and she asked me to help oneself re-tie them.

By now, I had lost my spot at the dinner mesa. Karl had complained that it was a drag seeing my scowling and morose expression while he ate. At Marie 's suggestion, I had prepared the table for two with wax light to give it a more wild-eyed feel. Marie had also put some opinion into my wardrobe. She had me dress like a server, black falloff and Andrew D. 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 living elbow room, his hand was squeezing her ass. I have to admit that her bottom never looked endearing than in those taut, spandex short short circuit, and it was understandable that anyone would want to take hold of her ass, especially the arse third base, that delightful daily round function where ass meets leg, that was exposed by the gasp riding up her buns.

Marie pretended that she was enjoying Karl 's dirty mitt all over her. Again, I was amazed by her devotedness to me to allow him to act that way for my sake. As I cleared the table, I saw them making out on the lounge. Marie was form of on top of Karl, kissing him and running her fingerbreadth through his hair. Karl 's hired hand were planted on Marie 's ass, which was pointed ever so fetchingly in my commission. I watched as he kept slipping his fingerbreadth inside her trouser. As he worked his hands, her drawers covered less and LE of
her bottom.

Her tush was so beautiful, I could n't help but be mesmerized and aroused, despite my green-eyed monster. I would suffer loved to have sucked on her hind end rightfield 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 upright little sister doll and put fresh mainsheet on our bed, and light some cd in the bedchamber for Karl and me ? ``

I prepared a nice picayune love nuzzle for Marie and Karl. We had some scented cd, and I found our balmy canvass. Finally, I put some mild, 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 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 architectural plan. When I returned to the keep elbow room, to tell Karl and Marie that our sleeping accommodation 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 continue. I thought it my rightful property as Marie 's husband to stay a the foot of my marriage bed and find out my mantrap being ravished by the beast, but orders are ordering, and, grudgingly, I had to leave.

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

When I came back from the liquor store, Marie and Karl were in our bedchamber. The doorway was closed, and Karl 's shoes were sitting outside the door, waiting for me to shine them. Also, on the sofa, were Marie 's pink spandex short 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 house for me to pick up and wash, I rubbed my face in the still moist crotch of her short pants, inhaled
the smell, and played with myself a piddling bit.

But then I realized I needed to get to work. I had a job to do. I got out the shoe brush, polish, and buff, and sat on the story outside my chamber door and began shining Karl 's brake shoe. While doing that, I listened intently to every rustle, giggle, and groan emanating from my bedroom. The big part was hearing Marie exclaim, `` Oh Karl, fuck me good. Oh, God, you fuck so good. Yes, yes, fill my pussy, Oh God, your shaft feeling so good. Yes. Harder. You 're so hard. God, YES. ``

I recognized her articulation, so I knew it was her. But I had definitely never heard anything of the kind from her in or out of the chamber. I had never heard a bad Holy Writ out of her mouth before, and yet this stream of profanity issued from her pure and beautiful lips.

After too long a wait, the door opened and Karl came out. He bent to scrutinize the horseshoe. `` 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 slider and put my brake shoe back on me. '' Shaking with hatred and fear, I knelt in social movement of Karl and put his shoe 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 home and give my wife a good shag too. '' He got up and left without
another word.

I crept into the darkened chamber with the candles still flickering and soft music playing. `` Do you love him more than me ? '' I whispered, my voice cracking.

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

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

I snuggled between her stage, and started lapping and cleaning her inner thighs and the entirely jismy and slick area in between.

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

I brought Marie to a slowly building, warm and glowing orgasm with my knife. In the unconscious process, I was purpose on sucking and licking away every ghost of Karl. After her orgasm, she pulled me up. `` Let momma feel baby 's widdle peenie inside me. '' I wiggled inside her inviting wetness and warmness. `` Ooooh, baby 's widdle biddie peenie spirit so skillful and comfy womfy. Not like that big bad boss man who hurt Mama with his BIG, HARD, stopcock. ``

Her phonation completely changed tone on the last three words, and as she gasped with what seemed to be the memory of Karl 's penis buffeting inside her, I came with a slight spurt, not having been inside her more than 10 seconds.

As I lay in bed cuddled in the inside spoon position next to Marie in the shadow I realized that in one way Karl was a better lover than me, and that on one floor 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 true, and that she found sex with me satisfying in a way that I knew Karl was incapable of serving her. I became resigned at that moment to the mind that having us both was not only a career recoverer for me, but probably unspoiled for Marie as well.

Karl continues to come for his weekly dinners. He continues to humble me at piece of work and at home. I could quit my job and get another that probably would be no uncollectible. But I stay there despite the molestation. 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 think he 's in control. But I know better. Marie is the one in the middle who controls everything. I still, and always will, worship the terra firma she walks on.

Proudly signed,

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