There is a lot of talk these days about sexual harassment. I am a example in full stop, but with an odd turn. My male person heterosexual chief sexually harasses me, another male heterosexual. How could that be ? It all revolves around my wife. Let me explain.

With one exception, I 've been a failure in spirit. A infra mediocre student, not athletic, no special talents, not a good 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 accomplishment has been landing my wife, Marie, a truly gorgeous fair sex. Marie has a face and body men dream about. She has deep, brown eyes and chestnut haircloth, a naturally lightly tanned skin colour, and a full, sonsie physique of the hourglass type -- a small waist but rich articulatio coxae and unit of ammunition, inviting white meat and ass. Her feminine beauty is matched by her passion and an brute magnetic attraction that she exudes. Men have always been drawn to her, and watching men admire and desire her has been my greatest origin of pride. Needless to say, I worship the reason she walks on.

My chief, Karl, is a rock oil, loud, arrogant bully. I admit that he is an effective salesman, part of his natural aggressiveness and authority, 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 sale of anyone in the company, and simply was n't pulling my weight. I was on probation and on the brink of losing my job. In a last-ditch bid to keep my job, I thought I might ask round Karl over for dinner party at my apartment. The lonesome reason I thought he might assume the invitation was because I had noticed him eyeing my wife once at a troupe party. I worked up my courage to take in him, and, to my dandy relief, he did, in fact, accept.

Marie has many fine caliber, 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 sign of the zodiac, and cook a courteous dinner. Marie could see that I was very nervous. In the hour before Karl 's arrival, I asked Marie if she was going to change her apparel. She looked storm. She was wearing her usual, somewhat conservative clothing. `` What 's wrongly with this ? '' she said. I told her that I would really like it if she could wear something just a little bit sexy.

I nervously told her that I thought Karl was about to dismiss me, and that my lonesome Leslie Townes Hope 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 class I 'll do whatever I can, '' Marie said.

We went upstairs, and I helped her pick out a tight-fitting, button down plain stitch 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 cancel beauty really needs no enhancing, but I asked her to put on lipstick and eye shadow for the social function. She could order that I really wanted her to make an imprint on Karl.

As the bell rang, I took one last spirit at Marie, and took one little action that probably changed the rest of my biography. I reached up, and unbuttoned two more button 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 sight of Marie, and, crude person that he is, he stared openly and lustfully at Marie 's breast. Although Karl disgusted me, I also could n't help but palpate huge pride in Marie. As I mentioned, I have always enjoyed watching other men admire Marie 's beauty ; it makes me experience lucky at to the lowest degree in one -- I would say the most of import -- region of my life.

Dinner went well. I am not a good deal of a conversationalist, especially with Karl. But Marie kept up a conversation, and I ran back and forth to the kitchen, bringing dish back and forth, fetching wine and refilling their specs. Karl spent well-nigh of dinner ogling Marie 's breast. At to the lowest degree 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 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 wear collar polish.

They kept chattering on. I sat in a president, 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 amusing news report about my various failures 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 calendar week ? You would n't fire Howie for the next week, would you ? '' As she asked the question, she leaned toward Karl, and her breast almost spilled out of her sweater entirely.

'' Just to see them juggs again would be Worth keeping the little weakly interacting massive particle another week, '' he said. So, without even a glimpse to me, Marie invited Karl to dinner the take after week.

As he left, Marie stood at the door, 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 following calendar week. Prior to the future dinner party, I took Marie out to shop for smash polish. We could n't afford 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 hebdomad 's end, I had learned a new acquirement that I very much enjoyed.

I also worried about what Marie should wear for the next big nighttime. After many effort, we settled finally on a silky, cream-colored semitransparent button-down blouse. Under it, we chose a low cut, creamy, front-clasping bra that pushed up her boob a bit. Again, I was in thrill of buttoning the blouse, and saw to it that it revealed great deal of cleavage. I chose a longer, wrap-around skirt that tends to strike and break open very high-pitched up on Marie 's second joint whenever she sits down and crosses her legs.

The dinner party was pretty much a repeat of the hebdomad before. I was amazed at what a salutary 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 oculus twinkled at everything he said, and she took every chance to brush against him or touch him.

At one pointedness, Karl asked Marie what she saw in me. She commented on my `` sweetness, '' and my veneration, 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, `` seminal fluid here child Doll. '' No one before had ever heard Marie 's secret pet gens for me, I was surprised and embarrassed that Marie had used her pet name for me in front of my boss. Karl guffawed. I blushed and came toward Marie. `` On your knees, Baby doll, get to Mama. '' I was mortified, now she had said not only her pet name for me, but her nigh intimate pet name for herself when we are making sexual love. Probably remembering all the caution I had taken during the week in pampering her base, Marie said, `` Mama 's feet are tired and muddied. Take off my skid and lick my toes
clean and knead my tired infantry. '' With Karl roaring with laugh and thinking this was the suspect 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 stop. She told me to do the side by side course, and the dinner continued.

As they became more liven up, I became more and more than withdrawn and quiet. That did n't appear to bother them any. They pretty much ignored me, except to ask me for more food for thought or wine. They again wound up on the couch and, indeed, Marie 's skirt fell away, and she made no effort whatsoever to cover herself, allowing it nearly to reach her crotch. In fact, I suspect that Karl -- who made no closed book of looking -- caught at to the lowest degree a glimpse of her scanty. He admired the nail polish, holding her hired hand, and playing with her fingerbreadth all the piece. He said he liked redder collar polish, and that with her coloring, 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 fire me, and, again, Marie got him to contain off for another week by inviting him to dinner again.

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

life-time at body of work was miserable. Karl would make fossil oil comments about Marie 's body and lost no opportunity to belittle me, even in front of my co-workers. He even started calling me bird Baby in sales meetings, not even getting the name right. He would say, `` Doll child, go get me a pack of cigaret. '' And I would go get them for him.

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

Even on our special budget, we devoted what money we had to buy provocative blouses and aphrodisiacal bra that accentuated the voluminosity of her white meat and the profundity of her segmentation, and skirts that would be for certain to show mint of creamy thigh.

One dinner, Karl returned to the head of what Marie could possibly see in me. He said, `` He 's such a failure. He 's a aggregate failure, he 's not good looking, he has no sensory faculty of witticism. Does he let a really big dick, or what ? '' Marie laughed and told him that no, on the contrary, I had a very modest phallus. She said that because I would do anything to please her and had so little ego, I would lap up her anywhere she liked, and that she particularly liked that when I was pleasuring her down below with my tongue, I would lick 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 little married secrets.

After that revelation, at piece of work, he would pee-pee remarks about me being an `` ass phiz '' and a `` brown noser '' and other tasteless comment relating to my oral fixation on my wife 's tail. He also discovered that Marie gives me the honor of buying her panties and picking out which twain for her to wear each day. Karl made it a point every day at work to ask me to describe what panties Marie was wearing that day. Although it was humiliating to suffice, I could n't resist describing them in groovy particular, and found myself getting an hard-on every time I described the panty she was wearing back home as we spoke.

Another even, Karl let it be known that he liked the idea of garter belts and stockings, so later that workweek we went out and added them to Marie 's wardrobe. We got a totally supporting players, a aphrodisiac black bra, and a squiffy V-necked plunge blouse that was so small it left much of her waist exposed, and a very small pitch blackness mini-skirt with a slit on one second joint. Underneath was a grim garter belt, string-bikini, stockings set, topped off with a pair of high stiletto bounder. It made Marie look like the classic Daniel Chester French prostitute.

After dinner that night, I sat in my chair watching them sitting on the sofa when Marie 's allowed her skirt to boost up so Karl could see where the stockings attach to the garter. Although I had watched his hired man casually touch Marie 's legs before, this time he said he wanted to feel if they were the silken kind. So Marie slid over and put her wooden leg across his lap, and he began stroking her legs. He got his hired hand 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 liken how much softer the inside of her second joint is than the outside. I could n't believe the sacrifice she was making for me. When he tried to move his hand up to feel her panties -- we had picked out a touch opprobrious string bikini, though I had no theme Karl would ever discover it -- she finally brushed him away.

That night, when Marie bid Karl goodnight at the nominal head door, the hug became much longer. I stood some length away, but I could see them. They were kissing. It was n't a good-night peck. Their lip were outdoors, and they were devouring each former. 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 arcminute of petting, Karl 's hands really started working on Marie 's prat. Soon the doll was hiked up over her ass, and he was kneading her tail through the string bikini. Marie was putting on a well act. She was moving into Karl, not away, as would be anyone 's natural reaction. She actually seemed to be grinding her organic structure against him. They continued groping and fumbling in the doorway for some prison term. And I quietly watched, trying to be as invisible as possible.

When Karl finally left, Marie walked back into the living 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 blackguard -- she looked incredibly aphrodisiacal. As she came close to me, I saw a zit on her neck, and a big wet, spunk spotlight on her blouse. I immediately started apologizing to her for putting her through this mortify experience. I fell to my knees in figurehead of her and hugged her. In doing so, I wiped my face 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 lounge, where Karl and Marie had just been sitting. I continued rubbing my face between her legs, mixing her sweat and moisture with Karl 's cum and my tears and saliva. Marie had a shuddering coming, and pulled me up to end making love to her. We fell asleep right there on the sofa in each former 's arms.

One night that hebdomad when we were already in bed, the earphone rang. It was Karl. He wanted to talk with Marie. As I lay side by side to her in bed, I listened to their conversation. Marie kept telling him how she was fantasizing about him all the fourth dimension, imagining his big tongue filling her mouth and wanting his big stopcock there too. He apparently was trying to get her to follow 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 invitee, but she reminded him that she was entertaining him because he was my boss, and she wanted to keep him well-chosen. Then it sounded like he was asking her for sex. `` I 'd really like that too, Karl, '' she said, `` but think about hapless Howie. ``

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

'' Howie, crawl between my legs, I need to overlay your ears, '' she said. I did as I was told and started lapping between her legs. I heard her say, `` filling me up, Karl, I want you, big and backbreaking. '' Then, she pressed her thighs against my head, so I could n't get wind lots, but as she orgasmed, she loosened her clench, and I heard her still talking into the headphone, `` Oh, Yes, Karl, yes, do me. ``

It looked like the next dinner was going to be a real escort. Marie made Karl promise to bring her a demo, and said if they were going to protrude really having sex, she wanted a acquaint from him each time, as well as a $ 100 incentive for me in my following pay envelope. 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 possess her sexually and have him pay money for it, as though she were a ...., I could n't even say the word to finish the prison term. I told her it was the capital proof of her love for me.

Karl continued to be unbearable at work. One day, in the get together of a sales encounter, he said, `` Hey, bird baby run down and get me a candy bar. '' I went to the vending machine and got him something in a colorful 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 early sales event familiar watched me fawn to him, and I again felt absolutely humiliated.

In preparation for the next dinner, I again applied pass with flying colors down to Marie, this time a hot pink coloring material, and helped her with her haircloth and make 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 pair of closely fiddling pinko spandex short-shorts cut high on her bottom and low on her waist. They hugged her privates sphere, outlining everything, and making it decipherable that there was nothing underneath. Before dinner party, I helped trim and shave her pubic area, because the shorts were more give away than most two-piece bottoms.

For the top, instead of the common cleavage-revealing shirt or blouse, we chose a let loose haltere top that tied at the scruff of the neck opening and across the back. With no bra underneath, Marie 's tit were left to swing and sway with the slender movement. Her mamilla poked at the melt off cotton material.

Karl did indeed bestow Marie a portray, a tasteless negligee, the kind sold in adult account book stores. To my surprise, Marie bought Karl a nowadays as well. It was a couple of slippers. She had Karl sit on the sofa as she knelt in movement of him, took off his place, and slipped his feet into the carpet slipper. Then, Marie jumped in his lap, and they started kissing and fooling around. I went back into the kitchen to make last preparations for dinner party. When I called them in for dinner, they came with a lot giggling. The ties to Marie 's halter top
were undo, and she asked me to help re-tie them.

By now, I had lost my spot at the dinner party board. Karl had complained that it was a drag seeing my scowling and morose face while he ate. At Marie 's trace, I had prepared the table for two with candles to give way it a more romantic tactile property. Marie had also put some thought into my wardrobe. She had me dress like a waiter, pitch blackness quagmire and whitened shirt. I spent most of the dinner in the kitchen.

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

After dinner party, as Karl and Marie walked into the bread and butter elbow room, his hand was squeezing her ass. I have to admit that her bottom of the inning never looked lovely than in those pixilated, spandex short trunks, and it was understandable that anyone would need to snap up her ass, especially the bottom third, that delicious round persona 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 tolerate him to act that way for my rice beer. As I cleared the table, I saw them making out on the lounge. Marie was sorting of on top of Karl, kissing him and running her fingerbreadth through his hair. Karl 's hands were planted on Marie 's ass, which was pointed ever so fetchingly in my counsel. I watched as he kept slipping his fingers inside her pants. As he worked his work force, her drawers covered less and less of
her bottom.

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

Marie called me over. `` baby skirt, we 're getting uncomfortable on the sofa. Will you be a unspoiled little babe doll and put impertinent sheets on our bed, and light some candles in the bedroom for Karl and me ? ``

I prepared a overnice little love life nest for Marie and Karl. We had some scented candles, and I found our soft sheets. Finally, I put some soft, romantic music on the CD-player, a touch Marie had n't even asked for. I was looking forward in a reprobate way to kneeling at the understructure 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 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 concern being in my own apartment.

Karl told me he wanted an after dinner cognac and cigar to go with his new slippers. He handed me some money and told me to get lost. I wanted to abide. I thought it my true lieu as Marie 's husband to bide a the foot of my marriage bed and watch my knockout being ravished by the beast, but orders are order of magnitude, and, grudgingly, I had to leave.

'' Oh, and Baby Doll, '' Marie added, `` when you get back, I want you to shine Karl 's horseshoe. They 're all scuffed up, and we ca n't have got our big gaffer man walking around with scuffed up skid. I want you to be a respectable horseshoe radiance boy make them all nice and shiney. ``

When I came back from the liquor entrepot, Marie and Karl were in our bedroom. The door was closed, and Karl 's shoes were sitting outside the door, waiting for me to glisten them. Also, on the sofa, were Marie 's pink spandex shorts and hangman's rope top. Karl must have stripped her nude 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 washout, I rubbed my face in the still moist crotch of her shorts, inhaled
the aroma, 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 copse, polish, and buffers, and sat on the floor outside my sleeping accommodation doorway and began shining Karl 's shoes. While doing that, I listened intently to every rustle, giggle, and moan emanating from my bedchamber. The worst part was hearing Marie exclaim, `` Oh Karl, fuck me good. Oh, God, you fuck so right. Yes, yes, fill up my pussy, Oh God, your cock tone so good. 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 bedroom. I had never heard a bad word out of her sass before, and yet this stream of profanity issued from her pure and beautiful lips.

After too long a hold, the door opened and Karl came out. He bent to inspect the horseshoe. `` Not too bad, '' he said, `` maybe we 'll find a use for you yet. '' He sat on one of our hot seat and said, `` ejaculate here, Baby Doll. Take off my skidder and put my horseshoe back on me. '' Shaking with hatred and veneration, 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 home and afford my married woman a good fucking too. '' He got up and left without
another word.

I crept into the darken bedroom with the candles still flickering and soft medicine playacting. `` Do you love him more than me ? '' I whispered, my part cracking.

'' Oh, cosset doll, you know Mama wuvs her widdle biddie baby, '' Marie said in the baby talk vocalization she knows that just melts me.

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

I snuggled between her wooden leg, and started lapping and cleaning her inner thighs and the whole jismy and knavish sphere in between.

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

I brought Marie to a slowly construction, ardent and glowing orgasm with my tongue. In the summons, I was aim on sucking and licking away every touch of Karl. After her orgasm, 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 nice and comfortable womfy. Not like that big bad boss man who hurt mamma with his BIG, HARD, COCK. ``

Her voice completely changed tone on the close three words, and as she gasped with what seemed to be the memory of Karl 's penis hammering inside her, I came with a trivial spirt, not having been inside her more than 10 seconds.

As I lay in bed cuddled in the interior spoon locating next to Marie in the nighttime I realized that in one way Karl was a better lover than me, and that on one stage 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 genuine, 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 import 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 hebdomadally dinner. He continues to humiliate me at employment and at home. I could drop out my job and find another that probably would be no unsound. 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 weigh. What matters is Marie. My animation revolves around her. What I love the most is knowing the power that she has over me. Karl may guess he 's in ascendance. But I know better. Marie is the one in the center who controls everything. I still, and always will, worship the ground she walks on.

Proudly signed,

willing wimp .