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

With one exclusion, I 've been a nonstarter in life. A infra average scholar, not gymnastic, no special talents, not much to attend at, and barely able to hold a job as a salesman. All my life I 've been called an nonachiever. 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 oculus and chestnut tree hair, a naturally lightly tanned skin color, and a full, buxom physique of the hourglass type -- a small waist but ample hips and round, inviting breasts and ass. Her feminine mantrap is matched by her warmness and an animal magnetic attraction that she exudes. Men have always been drawn to her, and watching men admire and desire her has been my greatest rootage of pridefulness. phonograph needle to say, I worship the undercoat she walks on.

My political boss, Karl, is a rock oil, loud, chesty bully. I admit that he is an effectual salesman, office of his lifelike aggression and self-assurance, but I ca n't brook 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 company, and simply was n't pulling my exercising weight. I was on probation and on the verge of losing my job. In a last-ditch bid to keep open my job, I thought I might tempt Karl over for dinner at my apartment. The entirely reason I thought he might assume the invitation was because I had noticed him eyeing my wife once at a troupe company. I worked up my courage to bid him, and, to my great reliever, he did, in fact, accept.

Marie has many very well qualities, 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 nice dinner. Marie could see that I was very nervous. In the time of day before Karl 's arrival, I asked Marie if she was going to convert her clothes. She looked surprised. She was wearing her usual, somewhat conservative vesture. `` What 's wrong with this ? '' she said. I told her that I would really like it if she could wear something just a slight bit sexy.

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

'' If you think I can help, 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 stitch sweater. Although she only owned one really short-change shirt at the time, I asked her to put that one on. Marie also generally wore little make up, her instinctive beauty really needs no enhancing, but I asked her to put on lipstick and eye shadow for the affair. She could tell that I really wanted her to bring in an impression on Karl.

As the bell rang, I took one in conclusion expression at Marie, and took one piddling action that probably changed the rest of my life-time. I reached up, and unbuttoned two More clit on her sweater, which revealed her trench, rich cleavage. I gave her a kiss before opening the doorway and greeting Karl.

Karl hardly glanced at me. His middle lit up at the mess of Marie, and, crude soul that he is, he stared openly and lustfully at Marie 's knocker. Although Karl disgusted me, I also could n't help but feel immense pride in Marie. As I mentioned, I have always enjoyed watching other men admire Marie 's beauty ; it makes me sense lucky at least in one -- I would say the most authoritative -- part of my life.

Dinner went well. I am not a lot of a conversationalist, 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 methamphetamine. Karl spent most of dinner ogling Marie 's chest. At least he seemed to be enjoying himself. And she did too.

After dinner, Marie invited Karl to join her on the sofa. I went to get another bottleful of wine. When I came back, I could see that Marie 's brusk skirt was hiked up very high on her thighs. Karl was playing with Marie 's digit, telling her she should really wear ace polish.

They kept chattering on. I sat in a chair, sipped my wine-colored, 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 level about my various failures that got Marie laughing. He told her, `` I was just about to terminate the little wimp, and I think I still will. ``

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

'' Just to see them juggs again would be Charles Frederick Worth keeping the fiddling wimp another week, '' he said. So, without even a glimpse to me, Marie invited Karl to dinner the trace 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 week. Prior to the next dinner party, I took Marie out to buy at for sail through polish. We could n't afford a proper manicure, so I told her I would con 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 next big night. After many tries, we settled finally on a silky, creamy-white semitransparent button-down blouse. Under it, we chose a low cut, creamy, front-clasping bra that pushed up her bosom a bit. Again, I was in guardianship of buttoning the blouse, and saw to it that it revealed pot of cleavage. I chose a longer, wrap-around skirt that tends to fall and split very 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 secure actress Marie was. She was absolutely convincing in pretending that she was entranced by Karl. She laughed at his trick, hung on every Son, her eyes twinkled at everything he said, and she took every chance 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 manifestation. So Marie said to me, `` Come here Baby dame. '' No one before had ever heard Marie 's clandestine 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, come to mammy. '' 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 upkeep I had taken during the week in pampering her feet, Marie said, `` Mama 's feet are tired and begrime. Take off my shoe and punch my toes
clean and massage my sap infantry. '' With Karl roaring with laughter and thinking this was the funniest 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 finish. She told me to process the next course, and the dinner continued.

As they became more enliven, I became more and more withdrawn and quiet. That did n't seem to bother them any. They pretty much ignored me, except to ask me for more intellectual nourishment or wine. They again wound up on the couch and, indeed, Marie 's dame fell away, and she made no effort whatsoever to cover herself, allowing it nearly to reach her genital organ. In fact, I suspect that Karl -- who made no secret of looking -- caught at least a glance of her scanty. He admired the nail refinement, holding her hand, and playing with her finger all the piece. He said he liked scarlet nail culture, 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 fire me, and, again, Marie got him to hold 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 at body of work was miserable. Karl would bring in unrefined comments about Marie 's consistency and lost no opportunity to derogate me, even in front of my co-workers. He even started calling me doll babe in sales event meetings, not even getting the gens right. He would say, `` dolly baby, go get me a coterie of cigarettes. '' And I would go get them for him.

With each dinner, Marie became successively more sexy in her wearing apparel and take in up, and each workweek the goodnight hug became a bit longer. I was amazed at Marie 's willingness to run up to Karl given what a horrifying lubber he is.

Even on our limited budget, we devoted what money we had to buy provocative blouses and aphrodisiacal bras that accentuated the fullness of her titty and the deepness of her cleavage, and wench that would be sure enough to express plenty of creamy thigh.

One dinner party, Karl returned to the query of what Marie could possibly see in me. He said, `` He 's such a unsuccessful person. He 's a total failure, he 's not well looking, he has no sensation of sense of humor. Does he accept a really big peter, or what ? '' Marie laughed and told him that no, on the wayward, I had a very small penis. She said that because I would do anything to please her and had so fiddling ego, I would lick her anyplace she liked, and that she particularly liked that when I was pleasuring her down below with my tongue, I would lick her both bow and aft, something that none of her previous lovers would do. Karl thought that particularly hilarious.

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

After that revealing, at work, he would get to remark about me being an `` ass kisser '' and a `` brown noser '' and other tasteless commentary relating to my oral obsession on my wife 's fanny. He also discovered that Marie gives me the honor of buying her panties and picking out which yoke for her to wear each day. Karl made it a stage every day at workplace to ask me to report what panty Marie was wearing that day. Although it was humiliating to reply, I could n't withstand describing them in great detail, and found myself getting an erection every meter I described the scanty she was wearing back home base as we spoke.

Another evening, Karl let it be known that he liked the idea of supporter belts and stockings, so later that workweek we went out and added them to Marie 's wardrobe. We got a whole ensemble, a aphrodisiac black bra, and a tight V-necked plunge blouse that was so small it left a good deal of her waistline exposed, and a very small melanise mini-skirt with a slit on one thigh. Underneath was a black garter bash, string-bikini, stockings set, topped off with a pair of high stiletto heels. It made Marie look like the classical French prostitute.

After dinner party that dark, I sat in my chairperson watching them sitting on the sofa when Marie 's allowed her dame to hike up so Karl could see where the stockings attach to the garters. Although I had watched his manpower casually touch modality Marie 's wooden leg before, this time he said he wanted to feel if they were the silky sort. So Marie slid over and put her legs across his lap, and he began stroking her wooden leg. He got his hands up to the peak 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 a great deal softer the inside of her thigh is than the outside. I could n't think the sacrifice she was making for me. When he tried to go his hand up to feel her step-in -- we had picked out a cope with mordant string Bikini, though I had no idea Karl would ever divulge 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 distance away, but I could see them. They were kissing. It was n't a good-night passel. Their oral fissure were undecided, and they were devouring each other. I was petrified. Should I give away it up to protect Marie ? If I did, would I lose my job ? I just stayed watching. After about five minutes of smooching, Karl 's mitt really started working on Marie 's tush. Soon the skirt was hiked up over her ass, and he was kneading her bottom through the twine 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 body against him. They continued groping and fumbling in the doorway for some time. And I quietly watched, trying to be as invisible as possible.

When Karl finally left, Marie walked back into the aliveness elbow room. Her hair was mussed up, her lip rouge smeared, her skirt was hiked up in high spirits on her hips, and she walked unsteadily in her high heel -- she looked incredibly aphrodisiac. As she came close to me, I saw a hickey on her neck, and a big wet, spunk speckle on her blouse. I immediately started apologizing to her for putting her through this humiliating experience. I fell to my knee joint in front of her and hugged her. In doing so, I wiped my fount on Karl 's heart. 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 peg, and unsteady on her foot as she was, we both fell back on the lounge, where Karl and Marie had just been sitting. I continued rubbing my grimace between her branch, mixing her travail and moisture with Karl 's cum and my tears and spittle. Marie had a shuddering orgasm, and pulled me up to complete making have sex to her. We fell asleep right there on the sofa in each early 's arms.

One night that week when we were already in bed, the phone rang. It was Karl. He wanted to sing 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 prison term, imagining his big glossa filling her mouth and wanting his big cock there too. He apparently was trying to get her to come up 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 planetary house as a guest, but she reminded him that she was entertaining him because he was my Bos, and she wanted to keep him glad. 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 foresighted pause, 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 continue your capitulum, '' 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 hard. '' Then, she pressed her second joint against my head, so I could n't hear 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 was going to be a real number date. Marie made Karl promise to convey her a present, and said if they were going to bulge really having sex, she wanted a represent from him each time, as well as a $ 100 bonus for me in my next pay envelope. Karl seemed to jibe, and they hung up.

I thanked Marie for being so ego sacrificing for me and for being so dedicated to our matrimony, and I apologized for putting her in a military position where she had to guess 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 password to fill out the sentence. I told her it was the greatest trial impression of her beloved for me.

Karl continued to be unbearable at body of work. One day, in the confluence of a sales meeting, he said, `` Hey, dolly Baby run down and get me a candy bar. '' I went to the vending political machine and got him something in a colorful wrapping. When I came back, he said, `` What kinda fag candy is that ? Get me a very candy bar. '' So I went back and got him another. All the early sales companion watched me fawn to him, and I again felt absolutely humiliated.

In preparation for the next dinner, I again applied nail round off to Marie, this time a hot pink vividness, and helped her with her hair and make up ( which seemed to be applied toilsome and darker with each visit ). I also helped her pick out her wardrobe. That night, we picked a yoke of mean piffling pink spandex short-shorts cut high-pitched on her merchant ship and low on her waist. They hugged her crotch area, outlining everything, and making it clear that there was nothing underneath. Before dinner party, I helped trim down and knock off 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 unloose haltere top that tied at the nape of the neck and across the spinal column. With no bra underneath, Marie 's breasts were left to swing and sway with the slightest movement. Her nipples poked at the slim down cotton material.

Karl did indeed bring Marie a present, a tasteless negligee, the form sold in adult Holy Scripture stores. To my surprise, Marie bought Karl a present as well. It was a pair of skidder. She had Karl sit on the sofa as she knelt in front of him, took off his skid, and slipped his fundament into the slippers. Then, Marie jumped in his lap, and they started kissing and fooling around. I went back into the kitchen to make final examination readying for dinner. When I called them in for dinner, they came with much giggling. The ties to Marie 's halter top
were undone, and she asked me to aid re-tie them.

By now, I had lost my bit at the dinner table. Karl had complained that it was a retarding force seeing my scowling and glowering look while he ate. At Marie 's suggestion, I had prepared the tabular array for two with candle to give it a more romantic feeling. Marie had also put some thought into my wardrobe. She had me dress like a waiter, black slack and white shirt. I spent almost of the dinner in the kitchen.

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

After dinner party, as Karl and Marie walked into the living room, his hand was squeezing her ass. I have to include that her stern never looked endearing than in those tight, spandex short short circuit, and it was perceivable that anyone would desire to seize her ass, especially the freighter third, that delicious round persona where ass meets leg, that was exposed by the knickers riding up her buns.

Marie pretended that she was enjoying Karl 's dirty manus all over her. Again, I was amazed by her devotion to me to allow him to act that way for my sake. As I cleared the table, I saw them making out on the couch. Marie was sort of on top of Karl, kissing him and running her fingers through his pilus. Karl 's script were planted on Marie 's ass, which was pointed ever so fetchingly in my instruction. I watched as he kept slipping his fingers inside her pants. As he worked his bridge player, her drawers covered less and less of
her bottom.

Her undersurface 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 wing then and there, but knew that I could n't because Karl would n't like it.

Marie called me over. `` Baby bird, we 're getting uncomfortable on the sofa. Will you be a good little baby skirt and put newly tack on our bed, and light some candela in the sleeping room for Karl and me ? ``

I prepared a prissy little love nest for Marie and Karl. We had some scented candles, and I found our delicate shroud. Finally, I put some soft, romanticist euphony on the CD-player, a touch Marie had n't even asked for. I was looking forward in a wayward way to kneeling at the substructure of the bed and watching my beautiful wife having sex with my atrocious animal of a boss.

But the eventide did n't go according to my plans. When I returned to the living way, to enjoin Karl and Marie that our bedroom was gear up, Karl looked at me like I had just interrupted them, and as though I had no business sector 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 stay. I thought it my lawful station as Marie 's husband to stay a the foot of my marriage bed and check my beaut being ravished by the animate being, but rules of order are orders, and, grudgingly, I had to leave.

'' Oh, and infant Doll, '' Marie added, `` when you get back, I want you to glisten Karl 's shoes. They 're all scuffed up, and we ca n't have our big boss man walking around with scuffed up shoe. I want you to be a near horseshoe effulgence boy make them all nice and shiney. ``

When I came back from the liquor stock, Marie and Karl were in our bedroom. The door was closed, and Karl 's skid were sitting outside the door, waiting for me to shine them. Also, on the lounge, were Marie 's garden pink spandex trunks and halter top. Karl must receive stripped her raw before they even got into the sleeping room. As I often do when I am alone with Marie 's dirty clothes, which she usually leaves lying around the house for me to nibble up and washables, 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 sour. I had a job to do. I got out the shoe thicket, polish, and cowcatcher, and sat on the floor outside my bedroom door and began shining Karl 's shoes. While doing that, I listened intently to every rustle, giggle, and groan emanating from my bedroom. The worst piece was hearing Marie exclaim, `` Oh Karl, fuck me soundly. Oh, God, you fuck so effective. Yes, yes, occupy my pussy, Oh God, your cock feel 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 chamber. I had never heard a bad word out of her mouth before, and yet this stream of profanity issued from her pure and beautiful lips.

After too long a postponement, the door opened and Karl came out. He bent to inspect the skid. `` 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. withdraw off my slipper and put my shoes back on me. '' Shaking with hatred and fright, 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 succeeding week, '' he said, `` I got ta get home base and give my married woman a good nooky too. '' He got up and left without
another word.

I crept into the darkened chamber with the candela still flickering and soft euphony playing. `` Do you have it off him more than me ? '' I whispered, my voice cracking.

'' Oh, babe doll, you know mum wuvs her widdle biddie infant, '' Marie said in the baby talk of the town interpreter she knows that just melting me.

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

I snuggled between her ramification, and started lapping and cleaning her inner thigh and the unit jismy and sly area in between.

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

I brought Marie to a slowly building, affectionate and glowing coming with my tongue. In the process, I was spirit on sucking and licking away every trace of Karl. After her climax, she pulled me up. `` Let mummy feel baby 's widdle peenie inside me. '' I wiggled inside her inviting wetness and heat. `` Ooooh, baby 's widdle biddie peenie tactile property so nice and comfy womfy. Not like that big bad boss man who hurt mummy with his BIG, HARD, COCK. ``

Her voice completely changed tone on the last three intelligence, and as she gasped with what seemed to be the computer memory of Karl 's phallus 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 inside spoonful place next to Marie in the dark I realized that in one way Karl was a better devotee 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 literal, 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 instant to the thought that having us both was not only a vocation rescuer for me, but probably best for Marie as well.

Karl continues to come for his weekly dinners. He continues to humiliate me at work and at nursing home. I could quit my job and find another that probably would be no worse. But I stay there despite the torment. 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 history revolves around her. What I love the most is knowing the power that she has over me. Karl may think he 's in mastery. But I know better. Marie is the one in the heart who controls everything. I still, and always will, idolise the earth she walks on.

Proudly signed,

Willing Wimp .