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

With one exclusion, I 've been a bankruptcy in life. A beneath middling student, not acrobatic, no especial talent, not a great deal to look at, and barely able to harbour a job as a salesman. All my life I 've been called an underperformer. My one achievement has been landing my wife, Marie, a truly gorgeous woman. Marie has a face and consistency men dream about. She has deep, Brown University heart and chestnut hair's-breadth, a naturally lightly tanned complexion, and a entire, full-bosomed fig of the hourglass character -- a small waist but ample rosehip and round, inviting tit and ass. Her feminine beauty is matched by her lovingness 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. Needless to say, I worship the ground she walks on.

My boss, Karl, is a crude, loud, arrogant bully. I admit that he is an effectual salesman, component of his natural aggression and self-confidence, but I ca n't stand him. He is also very intimidate, 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 verge of losing my job. In a last-ditch bid to keep my job, I thought I might invite Karl over for dinner at my flat. The only reason I thought he might accept the invitation was because I had noticed him eyeing my wife once at a caller party. I worked up my braveness to bid him, and, to my great stand-in, he did, in fact, accept.

Marie has many hunky-dory qualities, as I 've already indicated, but cooking and cleaning are not among them. On the day of the dinner, I left work early to buy wine and food market, clean the sign of the zodiac, and fake a gracious dinner. Marie could see that I was very neural. In the hour before Karl 's arrival, I asked Marie if she was going to modify her apparel. She looked surprise. She was wearing her usual, somewhat conservative 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 burn me, and that my merely hope was this dinner, and the cerebration that somehow Marie would be able to carry him to let me keep 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 pluck 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 minuscule make up, her natural beauty really needs no enhancing, but I asked her to put on lipstick and eye phantasma for the social function. She could distinguish that I really wanted her to make an impression on Karl.

As the doorbell rang, I took one last look at Marie, and took one lilliputian action that probably changed the rest of my liveliness. I reached up, and unbuttoned two more button on her perspirer, which revealed her trench, rich cleavage. I gave her a kiss before opening the door and greeting Karl.

Karl hardly glanced at me. His center lit up at the mint 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 assist but experience immense pride in Marie. As I mentioned, I have always enjoyed watching other men admire Marie 's peach ; it makes me feel lucky at least in one -- I would say the most authoritative -- part of my life.

dinner party went well. I am not a good deal of a conversationist, especially with Karl. But Marie kept up a conversation, and I ran back and Forth River to the kitchen, bringing mantrap back and forth, fetching wine-coloured 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 get together her on the sofa. I went to get another bottle of wine-colored. When I came back, I could see that Marie 's short skirt was hiked up very high on her thigh. Karl was playing with Marie 's finger, telling her she should really wear nail polish.

They kept chattering on. I sat in a chair, sipped my wine, and watched. Their conversation turned to me, as though I was n't even there. Karl told Marie what a bad salesman I was and told some admittedly amusing fib about my several nonstarter that got Marie laughing. He told her, `` I was just about to dismiss the niggling chicken, and I think I still will. ``

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

'' Just to see them juggs again would be deserving keeping the little wimp another week, '' he said. So, without even a glance to me, Marie invited Karl to dinner the following week.

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

I fretted all the next week. Prior to the next dinner party, I took Marie out to shop for nail down polish. We could n't open a proper manicure, so I told her I would learn how to be her manicurist. So I studied up on manicure. I started by practicing on her toes, giving her a pedicure. I found that I particularly enjoyed preparing her substructure, especially kneeling before her and pampering them. I worked on her fingernails as well, and by week 's end, I had learned a new science that I very much enjoyed.

I also worried about what Marie should fall apart for the next big night. After many tries, 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 bosom a bit. Again, I was in electric charge 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 separate very high-pitched up on Marie 's thigh whenever she sits down and crosses her legs.

The dinner party was pretty much a repeat of the calendar 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 jokes, hung on every word, her eyes 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 `` redolence, '' 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 trend, but I wish she had n't said it.

Karl wanted a presentation. So Marie said to me, `` come here Baby chick. '' No one before had ever heard Marie 's secret pet gens for me, I was surprised and embarrassed that Marie had used her pet public figure for me in front end of my boss. Karl guffawed. I blushed and came toward Marie. `` On your knee, sister bird, come to Mama. '' I was mortified, now she had said not only her pet name for me, but her near intimate pet epithet for herself when we are making honey. Probably remembering all the caution I had taken during the week in pampering her feet, Marie said, `` mamma 's feet are tired and dirty. conduct off my shoes and lap my toes
clean and massage my wear upon feet. '' With Karl roaring with laughter and thinking this was the funniest affair he ever saw, I began licking and massaging Marie 's understructure 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 serve the following path, and the dinner party continued.

As they became more exalt, I became more and Sir Thomas More withdrawn and calm. That did n't look to discommode them any. They pretty much ignored me, except to ask me for more solid food or wine. They again wound up on the couch and, indeed, Marie 's skirt fell away, and she made no feat whatsoever to get over herself, allowing it nearly to pass her crotch. In fact, I suspect that Karl -- who made no arcanum of looking -- caught at least a glimpse of her step-in. He admired the nail polish, holding her hands, and playing with her fingers all the while. He said he liked redder nail cultivation, and that with her food colour, she should wear upon 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 when affair that kept me from being fired, was my wife 's promise to continue her seductive dinners.

Life at piece of work was miserable. Karl would take in primitive input about Marie 's body and lost no opportunity to belittle me, even in front of my co-workers. He even started calling me Doll Baby in sales meetings, not even getting the name right. He would say, `` bird baby, go get me a coterie of cigaret. '' And I would go get them for him.

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

Even on our limited budget, we devoted what money we had to buy provocative blouses and sexy bras that accentuated the voluminousness of her breasts and the depth of her cleavage, and skirts that would be certain 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 total unsuccessful person, he 's not honest looking, he has no gumption of temper. Does he let a really big peter, or what ? '' Marie laughed and told him that no, on the adverse, I had a very small penis. She said that because I would do anything to please her and had so small ego, I would lick her anywhere she liked, and that she particularly liked that when I was pleasuring her down below with my natural language, I would solve her both prow and aft, something that none of her previous lovers would do. Karl thought that particularly hilarious.

Again, I was embarrassed that Marie was so out-of-doors with our fiddling married secrets.

After that revelation, at employment, he would make input about me being an `` ass kisser '' and a `` brown noser '' and former tasteless commentary relating to my oral infantile fixation on my wife 's tail. He also discovered that Marie gives me the purity of buying her panties and picking out which pair for her to wear each day. Karl made it a distributor point every day at piece of work to ask me to describe what panties Marie was wearing that day. Although it was humiliating to answer, I could n't resist describing them in large detail, and found myself getting an hard-on 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 approximation of supporter rap and stockings, so later that week we went out and added them to Marie 's wardrobe. We got a unanimous tout ensemble, a sexy disastrous bra, and a tight V-necked plunge blouse that was so small it left a great deal of her waist exposed, and a very humble ignominious mini-skirt with a slit on one thigh. Underneath was a melanize supporter belt, string-bikini, stockings set, topped off with a couple of highschool stiletto heels. It made Marie look like the classic French prostitute.

After dinner that dark, I sat in my chair watching them sitting on the sofa when Marie 's allowed her doll to hike up up so Karl could see where the stockings attach to the garters. Although I had watched his workforce casually signature Marie 's legs before, this time he said he wanted to feel if they were the satiny kind. So Marie slid over and put her legs across his lap, and he began stroking her legs. He got his hands up to the round top of the stockings and even touched her bare thigh `` to compare '' the sleekness of the skin and the stockings. That was bad enough, but then Marie encouraged him to compare how very much indulgent the inside of her thigh is than the outside. I could n't believe the sacrifice she was making for me. When he tried to motivate his hand up to feel her panties -- we had picked out a matching melanise string Bikini, though I had no melodic theme 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 length away, but I could see them. They were kissing. It was n't a good-night peck. Their mouths were undecided, and they were devouring each other. 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 minutes of kissing, Karl 's hired hand really started working on Marie 's derriere. Soon the doll was hiked up over her ass, and he was kneading her can through the string bikini. Marie was putting on a good act. She was moving into Karl, not away, as would be anyone 's cancel reaction. She actually seemed to be grinding her consistence against him. They continued groping and fumbling in the doorway for some metre. And I quietly watched, trying to be as inconspicuous 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 pelvic girdle, and she walked unsteadily in her high blackguard -- she looked incredibly aphrodisiacal. As she came close to me, I saw a hickey on her cervix, and a big wet, tinder spot on her blouse. I immediately started apologizing to her for putting her through this humiliating experience. I fell to my knees in front of her and hugged her. In doing so, I wiped my face on Karl 's kindling. I guess it
was a way of sharing the humiliation. We did n't even get to our bedroom. I began nuzzling between her wooden leg, and unsteady on her understructure as she was, we both fell back on the sofa, where Karl and Marie had just been sitting. I continued rubbing my face between her legs, mixing her travail and moisture with Karl 's cum and my crying and saliva. Marie had a shuddering orgasm, and pulled me up to finish up making love to her. We fell asleep right there on the lounge in each other 's arms.

One nighttime that week when we were already in bed, the phone rang. It was Karl. He wanted to talk with Marie. As I lay following to her in bed, I listened to their conversation. Marie kept telling him how she was fantasizing about him all the time, imagining his big tongue filling her oral cavity and wanting his big prick there too. He apparently was trying to get her to get 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 sign as a client, but she reminded him that she was entertaining him because he was my genus Bos, and she wanted to keep him felicitous. 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, creep between my peg, I need to cover your auricle, '' 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 heavily. '' Then, she pressed her thighs against my drumhead, so I could n't get a line much, but as she orgasmed, she loosened her clasp, and I heard her still talking into the earphone, `` Oh, Yes, Karl, yes, do me. ``

It looked like the adjacent dinner was going to be a real date. Marie made Karl promise to bring her a deliver, and said if they were going to start really having sex, she wanted a present from him each clock time, as well as a $ 100 bonus for me in my next pay gasbag. Karl seemed to agree, and they hung up.

I thanked Marie for being so self sacrificing for me and for being so dedicated to our marriage, and I apologized for putting her in a posture where she had to hazard to rule 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 fill in the sentence. I told her it was the gravid proof of her dearest for me.

Karl continued to be unendurable at study. One day, in the get together of a sales encounter, 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 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 former gross revenue associates watched me bootlick to him, and I again felt absolutely humiliated.

In preparation for the following dinner party, I again applied apprehend polish to Marie, this time a hot pink color, and helped her with her pilus and stool up ( which seemed to be applied heavier and darker with each visit ). I also helped her filling out her closet. That dark, we picked a pair of sloshed little pink spandex short-shorts cut high gear on her bottom and low on her waistline. They hugged her crotch area, outlining everything, and making it clear that there was nothing underneath. Before dinner, I helped trim and shave her pubic area, because the short circuit were more revealing than most bikini bottoms.

For the top, instead of the usual cleavage-revealing shirt or blouse, we chose a loose balancer top that tied at the nape of the neck and across the vertebral column. With no bra underneath, Marie 's boob were left to swing and sway with the slight bm. Her nipples poked at the thin cotton material.

Karl did indeed institute Marie a present, a tasteless negligee, the kind sold in grownup Koran memory board. To my surprise, Marie bought Karl a present as well. It was a duad of carpet slipper. She had Karl sit on the sofa as she knelt in front of him, took off his shoes, and slipped his feet into the skidder. Then, Marie jumped in his lap, and they started kissing and fooling around. I went back into the kitchen to shit final homework for dinner. When I called them in for dinner party, they came with a great deal giggling. The necktie to Marie 's halter top
were undone, and she asked me to serve re-tie them.

By now, I had lost my smirch at the dinner mesa. Karl had complained that it was a puff seeing my scowling and glum face while he ate. At Marie 's hypnotism, I had prepared the table for two with candles to apply it a more quixotic flavor. Marie had also put some thought into my wardrobe. She had me apparel like a waiter, black slacks and whiteness 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 scream me to help them.

After dinner, as Karl and Marie walked into the living room, his mitt was squeezing her ass. I have to admit that her prat never looked lovelier than in those smashed, spandex scant shorts, and it was understandable that anyone would require to grab her ass, especially the bottomland third, that Delicious cycle division 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 cultism to me to allow him to act that way for my saki. As I cleared the table, I saw them making out on the lounge. Marie was variety of on top of Karl, kissing him and running her fingerbreadth through his hair. Karl 's helping hand were planted on Marie 's ass, which was pointed ever so fetchingly in my direction. I watched as he kept slipping his fingers inside her pant. As he worked his hands, her shorts covered less and less of
her bottom.

Her buttocks was so beautiful, I could n't avail but be mesmerized and aroused, despite my jealousy. I would sustain loved to feature sucked on her tooshie right field then and there, but knew that I could n't because Karl would n't like it.

Marie called me over. `` baby wench, we 're getting uncomfortable on the sofa. Will you be a trade good footling baby doll and put fresh piece of paper on our bed, and light some candles in the bedroom for Karl and me ? ``

I prepared a nice little love nest for Marie and Karl. We had some scented candles, and I found our flabby sheets. Finally, I put some flaccid, wild-eyed music on the CD-player, a touch Marie had n't even asked for. I was looking forward in a contrary way to kneeling at the pes of the bed and watching my beautiful married woman having sex with my frightful brute of a boss.

But the eve did n't go according to my plans. When I returned to the keep room, to severalize Karl and Marie that our bedroom was quick, Karl looked at me like I had just interrupted them, and as though I had no business being in my own apartment.

Karl told me he wanted an after dinner party cognac and cigar to go with his new slippers. He handed me some money and told me to get lost. I wanted to stay. I thought it my rightful place as Marie 's husband to stay put a the foot of my marriage bed and find out my beaut being ravished by the fauna, but society are fiat, and, grudgingly, I had to leave.

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

When I came back from the John Barleycorn computer memory, Marie and Karl were in our bedroom. The door 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 underdrawers and hackamore top. Karl must let 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 beak up and wash, I rubbed my boldness in the still moist private parts of her shorts, inhaled
the fragrance, and played with myself a little bit.

But then I realized I needed to get to forge. I had a job to do. I got out the shoe brushing, refine, and buffers, and sat on the floor outside my chamber door and began shining Karl 's shoes. While doing that, I listened intently to every rustle, giggle, and moan emanating from my bedchamber. The regretful percentage was hearing Marie exclaim, `` Oh Karl, fuck me full. Oh, God, you fuck so good. Yes, yes, satisfy my pussycat, Oh God, your cock feels so good. Yes. Harder. You 're so hard. God, YES. ``

I recognized her vocalism, 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 Logos out of her mouth before, and yet this flow of profanity issued from her pure and beautiful lips.

After too long a postponement, the doorway opened and Karl came out. He bent to scrutinise the shoes. `` Not too bad, '' he said, `` maybe we 'll find out a use for you yet. '' He sat on one of our chairs and said, `` Come here, babe Doll. read off my slipper and put my horseshoe back on me. '' Shaking with hatred and fear, I knelt in strawman 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 calendar week, '' he said, `` I got ta get dwelling house and give my married woman a practiced shag too. '' He got up and left without
another word.

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

'' Oh, pamper doll, you know mama wuvs her widdle biddie child, '' Marie said in the infant talk vocalisation she knows that just thaw me.

'' seminal fluid to Mama. seminal fluid and kiss mamma where Big Bad Boss Man made me all sore with his big bad member. '' I crawled up onto the bed. `` Mama wuvs her widdle hen infant 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 totally jismy and slick area in between.

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

I brought Marie to a slowly building, warm and glowing orgasm with my tongue. In the process, I was intent on sucking and licking away every trace of Karl. After her orgasm, she pulled me up. `` Let Mama palpate baby 's widdle peenie inside me. '' I wiggled inside her inviting wetness and lovingness. `` Ooooh, sister 's widdle biddie peenie feels so nice and comfy womfy. Not like that big bad honcho man who hurt Mama with his BIG, HARD, COCK. ``

Her voice completely changed tone on the stopping point three give-and-take, and as she gasped with what seemed to be the computer storage of Karl 's penis pounding 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 inside spoon position next to Marie in the dark I realized that in one way Karl was a best buff than me, and that on one storey 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 moment to the idea that having us both was not only a career recoverer for me, but probably salutary for Marie as well.

Karl continues to come for his weekly dinners. He continues to abase me at piece of work and at home. I could quit my job and find out another that probably would be no spoiled. But I stay there despite the harassment. I recognize that I like being a weakly interacting massive particle and a cuckold. Karl is disgusting and does n't really count. 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 center who controls everything. I still, and always will, idolize the solid ground she walks on.

Proudly signed,

willing weakly interacting massive particle .