There is a lot of talk these twenty-four hour period about sexual harassment. I am a subject in point, but with an odd twist. My male heterosexual boss sexually harasses me, another male straight person. How could that be ? It all revolves around my wife. Let me explain.

With one exception, I 've been a nonstarter in life. A infra medium student, not athletic, no extra talents, not much to look at, and barely able to hold a job as a salesman. All my biography I 've been called an nonachiever. My one achievement has been landing my married woman, Marie, a truly gorgeous woman. Marie has a face and trunk men dream about. She has deep, brown optic and chestnut hair, a naturally lightly tanned complexion, and a full, curvaceous figure of the hourglass type -- a small waist but ample hips and round of golf, inviting knocker and ass. Her feminine beauty is matched by her warmth and an animal magnetism that she exudes. Men have always been drawn to her, and watching men admire and desire her has been my greatest source of pride. phonograph needle to say, I worship the ground she walks on.

My gaffer, Karl, is a crude, loud, arrogant bully. I admit that he is an effective salesman, part of his natural aggression and self-confidence, but I ca n't put up him. He is also very restrain, and I have always been especially timid in his presence.

I had the few 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 my job, I thought I might ask over Karl over for dinner at my flat. The exclusively understanding I thought he might take on the invitation was because I had noticed him eyeing my wife once at a fellowship party. I worked up my bravery to invite him, and, to my bully relief, he did, in fact, accept.

Marie has many fine timbre, as I 've already indicated, but cooking and cleaning are not among them. On the day of the dinner, I left employment early to buy wine and groceries, clean the house, and wangle a nice dinner. Marie could see that I was very nervous. In the hour before Karl 's comer, I asked Marie if she was going to change her apparel. She looked surprised. She was wearing her usual, somewhat bourgeois clothing. `` What 's wrong 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 fire me, and that my solely 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 serve, Howie, then of course of action I 'll do whatever I can, '' Marie said.

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

As the bell rang, I took one last smell at Marie, and took one small action that probably changed the residuum of my life. I reached up, and unbuttoned two more clit on her jumper, which revealed her deep, ample cleavage. I gave her a kiss before opening the door and greeting Karl.

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

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

After dinner, Marie invited Karl to join her on the couch. I went to get another bottle of wine. When I came back, I could see that Marie 's short dame was hiked up very senior high school on her thighs. Karl was playing with Marie 's finger, telling her she should really wear breeze through 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 amusing stories about my various loser that got Marie laughing. He told her, `` I was just about to fire the lilliputian wimp, and I think I still will. ``

Marie rose to the challenge. `` What if we invited you to dinner same meter next week ? You would n't fire Howie for the succeeding 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 piddling wimp another week, '' he said. So, without even a glance to me, Marie invited Karl to dinner the followers week.

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

I fretted all the next week. Prior to the following dinner, I took Marie out to shop for nab polish. We could n't afford a right manicure, so I told her I would larn 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 foot, 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 adjacent big dark. After many attempt, 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 breasts a bit. Again, I was in electric charge of buttoning the blouse, and saw to it that it revealed plenty of cleavage. I chose a longer, wrap-around skirt that tends to descend and separate very eminent up on Marie 's thigh whenever she sits down and crosses her legs.

The dinner was pretty very much a repetition of the calendar week before. I was amazed at what a dear 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 opportunity to brush against him or allude him.

At one peak, Karl asked Marie what she saw in me. She commented on my `` fragrance, '' and my cultism, 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 line, but I wish she had n't said it.

Karl wanted a presentation. So Marie said to me, `` seminal fluid here child doll. '' No one before had ever heard Marie 's closed book pet public figure 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, do to Mama. '' I was mortified, now she had said not only her pet name for me, but her virtually knowledgeable pet name for herself when we are making dear. Probably remembering all the maintenance I had taken during the workweek in pampering her animal foot, Marie said, `` momma 's groundwork are tired and dirty. Take off my shoes and drub my toes
clean and rub down my wear upon feet. '' 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 amuse them anymore, Marie told me to stop. She told me to process the next row, and the dinner continued.

As they became more animated, I became more and more withdrawn and quiet. That did n't seem to get to them any. They pretty much ignored me, except to ask me for more nutrient or wine. They again wound up on the sofa and, indeed, Marie 's skirt fell away, and she made no drive whatsoever to enshroud herself, allowing it nearly to attain her crotch. In fact, I suspect that Karl -- who made no secret of looking -- caught at to the lowest degree a glance of her panties. He admired the nail refinement, holding her hands, and playing with her fingers all the patch. He said he liked redder nail down cultivation, and that with her coloring, she should break 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 burn down me, and, again, Marie got him to retain off for another week by inviting him to dinner again.

So started our own picayune 1001 Nights. The alone thing that kept me from being fired, was my wife 's promise to go forward her seductive dinners.

Life at piece of work was miserable. Karl would make crude comments about Marie 's eubstance and lost no opportunity to denigrate me, even in presence of my colleague. He even started calling me Doll Baby in sales meetings, not even getting the name right. He would say, `` Doll child, go get me a battalion of cigarette. '' And I would go get them for him.

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

Even on our limited budget, we devoted what money we had to buy provocative blouses and sexy bras that accentuated the comprehensiveness of her breast and the depth of her cleavage, and skirts 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 summate failure, he 's not good looking, he has no sensation of humor. Does he get 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 spit, I would work out her both fore and aft, something that none of her former lover would do. Karl thought that particularly hilarious.

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

After that Revelation of Saint John the Divine, at work, he would make comment about me being an `` ass mug '' and a `` brown noser '' and other tasteless remark relating to my oral fixation on my wife 's bottomland. He also discovered that Marie gives me the honor of buying her panties and picking out which couplet for her to wear each day. Karl made it a gunpoint every day at work to ask me to name what panties Marie was wearing that day. Although it was humiliating to answer, I could n't resist describing them in capital item, and found myself getting an erection every sentence I described the pantie she was wearing back home as we spoke.

Another evening, Karl let it be known that he liked the idea of garter smash and stockings, so later that hebdomad we went out and added them to Marie 's closet. We got a completely ensemble, a aphrodisiacal fatal bra, and a tight V-necked plunge blouse that was so small it left much of her waistline exposed, and a very small Negroid mini-skirt with a snatch on one thigh. Underneath was a pitch-black garter belt, string-bikini, stockings set, topped off with a couple of high stiletto blackguard. It made Marie look like the Hellenic French prostitute.

After dinner that Night, I sat in my chair 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 hands casually touch Marie 's legs before, this fourth dimension he said he wanted to feel if they were the silky kind. So Marie slid over and put her ramification across his lap, and he began stroking her stage. He got his hands 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 out of doors. I could n't believe the forfeiture she was making for me. When he tried to strike his hired hand up to feel her panties -- we had picked out a couple black cosmic string bikini, 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 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 peck. Their lip were capable, and they were devouring each other. I was petrified. Should I separate it up to protect Marie ? If I did, would I fall back my job ? I just stayed watching. After about five minutes of snuggling, Karl 's hands really started working on Marie 's derriere. Soon the skirt was hiked up over her ass, and he was kneading her rump through the drawstring 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 living room. Her hair was mussed up, her lipstick smeared, her skirt was hiked up senior high on her hips, and she walked unsteadily in her in high spirits heels -- she looked incredibly sexy. As she came close to me, I saw a hickey on her neck, and a big wet, spunk bit on her blouse. I immediately started apologizing to her for putting her through this humiliating experience. I fell to my articulatio genus in social movement 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 mortification. We did n't even get to our bedroom. I began nuzzling between her legs, and unsteady on her base as she was, we both fell back on the sofa, where Karl and Marie had just been sitting. I continued rubbing my cheek between her legs, mixing her perspiration and wet with Karl 's cum and my weeping and saliva. Marie had a shuddering climax, and pulled me up to finish making love to her. We fell asleep right there on the sofa in each former 's arms.

One Night that week when we were already in bed, the sound 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 sentence, imagining his big tongue filling her mouthpiece 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 star sign as a node, 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 like that too, Karl, '' she said, `` but think about poor Howie. ``

There was a long 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 peg, I need to deal your ears, '' she said. I did as I was told and started lapping between her wooden leg. I heard her say, `` fill me up, Karl, I want you, big and knockout. '' Then, she pressed her thigh against my head, so I could n't take heed 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 day of the month. Marie made Karl promise to bestow her a present, and said if they were going to start really having sex, she wanted a nowadays from him each time, as well as a $ 100 bonus for me in my next 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 pretend to determine 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 parole to fill out the sentence. I told her it was the dandy cogent evidence of her love for me.

Karl continued to be intolerable at work. One day, in the confluence of a sales confluence, he said, `` Hey, bird Baby run down and get me a confect bar. '' I went to the hawking auto and got him something in a colorful wrapping. When I came back, he said, `` What kinda fag candy is that ? Get me a real confect bar. '' So I went back and got him another. All the other sales associates watched me kowtow to him, and I again felt absolutely humiliated.

In preparation for the next dinner, I again applied nail polish to Marie, this time a hot pink color, and helped her with her hair's-breadth and cook up ( which seemed to be applied toilsome and darker with each visit ). I also helped her picking out her wardrobe. That night, we picked a duet of tight little pink spandex short-shorts cut mellow on her behind and low on her waistline. They hugged her genitals area, outlining everything, and making it decipherable that there was nothing underneath. Before dinner, I helped dress and shave her pubic area, because the short pants were more revealing than most bikini bottoms.

For the top, instead of the usual cleavage-revealing shirt or blouse, we chose a loose hemp 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 slightest movement. Her nipples poked at the lose weight cotton plant material.

Karl did indeed bring Marie a face, a tasteless negligee, the form sold in adult Koran computer storage. To my surprise, Marie bought Karl a give as well. It was a brace of slippers. She had Karl sit on the sofa as she knelt in movement of him, took off his skid, and slipped his animal foot into the slider. Then, Marie jumped in his lap, and they started kissing and fooling around. I went back into the kitchen to pull in net preparations for dinner party. When I called them in for dinner, they came with a great deal giggling. The standoff to Marie 's balancer top
were ruined, and she asked me to serve re-tie them.

By now, I had lost my spot at the dinner party table. Karl had complained that it was a pull seeing my scowling and sour face while he ate. At Marie 's proffer, I had prepared the table for two with candles to open it a more romantic tone. Marie had also put some thought into my wardrobe. She had me dress like a waiter, black slacks and white shirt. I spent most of the dinner in the kitchen.

When not preparing the intellectual nourishment, I sat listening to them by the threshold, and waiting for them to scream me to serve them.

After dinner, as Karl and Marie walked into the living room, his hand was squeezing her ass. I have to intromit that her freighter never looked lovelier than in those pissed, spandex short shorts, and it was understandable that anyone would want to grab her ass, especially the bottom one-third, that delectable cycle 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 devotion to me to earmark him to act that way for my sake. As I cleared the tabular array, I saw them making out on the couch. Marie was sort of on top of Karl, kissing him and running her digit through his hair. Karl 's script were planted on Marie 's ass, which was pointed ever so fetchingly in my management. I watched as he kept slipping his digit inside her pants. As he worked his helping hand, her underdrawers covered less and lupus erythematosus of
her bottom.

Her bottom was so beautiful, I could n't facilitate but be mesmerized and aroused, despite my jealousy. I would sustain loved to experience sucked on her bottom rightfulness then and there, but knew that I could n't because Karl would n't like it.

Marie called me over. `` babe wench, we 're getting uncomfortable on the sofa. Will you be a well little babe doll and put fresh sheets on our bed, and light some wax light in the bedroom for Karl and me ? ``

I prepared a Nice niggling love nest for Marie and Karl. We had some scented candles, and I found our softest 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 depraved way to kneeling at the foot of the bed and watching my beautiful married woman having sex with my horrible brute of a boss.

But the evening did n't go according to my programme. When I returned to the keep elbow room, to evidence Karl and Marie that our chamber was ready, Karl looked at me like I had just interrupted them, and as though I had no clientele being in my own apartment.

Karl told me he wanted an after dinner cognac and cigar to go with his new slipper. He handed me some money and told me to get lost. I wanted to stay. I thought it my lawful berth as Marie 's hubby to stay a the infantry of my union bed and watch my dish being ravished by the animate being, but parliamentary procedure are orders, and, grudgingly, I had to leave.

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

When I came back from the liquor entrepot, Marie and Karl were in our sleeping room. The door was closed, and Karl 's shoes were sitting outside the door, waiting for me to shine them. Also, on the lounge, were Marie 's pink spandex shorts and halter top. Karl must have stripped her naked before they even got into the chamber. As I often do when I am alone with Marie 's dirty clothes, which she usually leaves lying around the sign of the zodiac for me to pick up and wash, I rubbed my face in the still dampish genitals of her shorts, inhaled
the aroma, and played with myself a lilliputian bit.

But then I realized I needed to get to work. I had a job to do. I got out the horseshoe brush, polish, and buffers, and sat on the trading floor outside my sleeping accommodation room access and began shining Karl 's horseshoe. While doing that, I listened intently to every whisper, giggle, and moan emanating from my bedroom. The worst function was hearing Marie exclaim, `` Oh Karl, fuck me good. Oh, God, you fuck so expert. Yes, yes, satiate my cunt, Oh God, your cock flavor so good. Yes. Harder. You 're so backbreaking. God, YES. ``

I recognized her voice, so I knew it was her. But I had definitely never heard anything of the sorting from her in or out of the sleeping accommodation. I had never heard a bad intelligence out of her mouth before, and yet this stream of profanity issued from her pure and beautiful lips.

After too long a wait, the room access opened and Karl came out. He bent to scrutinize the shoes. `` Not too bad, '' he said, `` maybe we 'll obtain a use for you yet. '' He sat on one of our hot seat and said, `` Come here, Baby Doll. Take off my slippers and put my brake shoe back on me. '' Shaking with hatred and fear, I knelt in front end 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 plate and give my wife a good fucking too. '' He got up and left without
another word.

I crept into the darkened chamber with the candles still flickering and soft music performing. `` Do you roll in the hay him more than me ? '' I whispered, my vocalisation cracking.

'' Oh, featherbed doll, you know Mama wuvs her widdle biddie baby, '' Marie said in the baby public lecture part she knows that just melts me.

'' seminal fluid to mama. Come and kiss Mama where Big Bad Boss Man made me all sore with his big bad member. '' I crawled up onto the bed. `` mommy wuvs her widdle biddy child doll, '' she said again. `` Bad Bossy Mahn made Mama all wet and huuuhrting and duhrrty. ``

I snuggled between her legs, and started lapping and cleaning her inner thighs and the whole jismy and slick surface 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 construction, tender and glowing orgasm with my clapper. In the process, I was intent on sucking and licking away every trace of Karl. After her orgasm, she pulled me up. `` Let ma experience baby 's widdle peenie inside me. '' I wiggled inside her inviting wetness and warmth. `` Ooooh, baby 's widdle biddie peenie spirit so nice and comfortable womfy. Not like that big bad boss man who hurt momma with his BIG, HARD, COCK. ``

Her voice completely changed tone on the hold out 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 spirt, not having been inside her More than 10 seconds.

As I lay in bed cuddled in the inside spoonful position next to Marie in the iniquity I realized that in one way Karl was a better lover than me, and that on one grade he satisfied Marie in a way that I could n't. I felt bad about that, inferior as common. But I also realized that Marie 's love for me was actual, and that she found sex with me satisfying in a way that I knew Karl was incompetent of serving her. I became resigned at that mo to the estimate 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 weekly dinners. He continues to humble me at work and at home plate. I could discontinue my job and receive another that probably would be no high-risk. 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 think he 's in dominance. But I know better. Marie is the one in the eye who controls everything. I still, and always will, worship the ground she walks on.

Proudly signed,

Willing Wimp .