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

With one exception, I 've been a failure in life. A infra average student, not athletic, no special natural endowment, not practically to look at, and barely able to keep back a job as a salesman. All my lifespan I 've been called an underachiever. My one achievement has been landing my wife, Marie, a truly gorgeous woman. Marie has a face and physical structure men dream about. She has deep, brown heart and chestnut hair's-breadth, a naturally lightly tanned skin colour, and a full phase of the moon, zaftig figure of the hourglass type -- a belittled waist but ample coxa and round, inviting breasts and ass. Her womanly beauty is matched by her affectionateness and an carnal magnetism that she exudes. Men have always been drawn to her, and watching men admire and desire her has been my superlative reference of superbia. needle to say, I worship the undercoat she walks on.

My party boss, Karl, is a crude, loud, self-important bully. I admit that he is an effective salesman, percentage 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 fainthearted in his presence.

I had the few sales of anyone in the company, and simply was n't pulling my weight. I was on probation and on the scepter of losing my job. In a last-ditch bid to hold open my job, I thought I might call for Karl over for dinner at my apartment. The only intellect I thought he might assume the invitation was because I had noticed him eyeing my wife once at a caller party. I worked up my courage to receive him, and, to my great relief, he did, in fact, accept.

Marie has many hunky-dory timber, as I 've already indicated, but cooking and cleaning are not among them. On the day of the dinner party, I left work early to buy wine-coloured and groceries, clean the house, and ready a prissy dinner party. Marie could see that I was very flighty. In the 60 minutes before Karl 's arrival, I asked Marie if she was going to transfer her dress. She looked surprise. She was wearing her common, somewhat conservative vesture. `` What 's incorrect with this ? '' she said. I told her that I would really wish it if she could fatigue something just a trivial bit sexy.

I nervously told her that I thought Karl was about to fire me, and that my only hope was this dinner party, and the thinking that somehow Marie would be able to persuade him to let me keep open 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 jumper. Although she only owned one really brusk shirt at the clip, I asked her to put that one on. Marie also generally wore footling make up, her raw beauty really needs no enhancing, but I asked her to put on lipstick and eye tail for the occasion. She could tell that I really wanted her to earn an notion on Karl.

As the doorbell rang, I took one last look at Marie, and took one little action that probably changed the eternal rest of my life. I reached up, and unbuttoned two more buttons on her jumper, which revealed her deep, rich cleavage. I gave her a kiss before opening the doorway and greeting Karl.

Karl hardly glanced at me. His eyes lit up at the deal of Marie, and, crude person that he is, he stared openly and lustfully at Marie 's breasts. Although Karl disgusted me, I also could n't help but find immense pride in Marie. As I mentioned, I have always enjoyed watching other men admire Marie 's looker ; it makes me feel favorable at to the lowest degree in one -- I would say the most significant -- part of my life.

dinner went well. I am not lots of a schmoozer, especially with Karl. But Marie kept up a conversation, and I ran back and forth to the kitchen, bringing lulu back and Forth, fetching wine 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 party, 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 shortsighted dame was hiked up very high gear on her thigh. Karl was playing with Marie 's finger, telling her she should really tire out nail 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 stories about my versatile failures that got Marie laughing. He told her, `` I was just about to give notice the fiddling wimp, and I think I still will. ``

Marie rose to the challenge. `` What if we invited you to dinner same time next workweek ? You would n't burn Howie for the next week, would you ? '' As she asked the dubiousness, 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 picayune chicken another week, '' he said. So, without even a glimpse to me, Marie invited Karl to dinner the keep up 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 calendar week. Prior to the next dinner, I took Marie out to shop for apprehend 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 infantry, especially kneeling before her and pampering them. I worked on her fingernails as well, and by week 's end, I had learned a new attainment 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, cream-colored 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 charge of buttoning the blouse, and saw to it that it revealed wad of cleavage. I chose a longer, wrap-around skirt that tends to fall and split very high-pitched up on Marie 's second joint whenever she sits down and crosses her legs.

The dinner was pretty very much a repeat of the week before. I was amazed at what a thoroughly actress Marie was. She was absolutely convincing in pretending that she was entranced by Karl. She laughed at his jokes, hung on every password, her eyes twinkled at everything he said, and she took every chance to sweep against him or touch him.

At one pointedness, Karl asked Marie what she saw in me. She commented on my `` sweetness, '' and my devotedness, how I would `` do anything for her. '' Karl, laughed. `` You 're shittin'me. '' He said. Marie insisted that I would do anything she asked because I worshipped her. She was right of course of action, but I wish she had n't said it.

Karl wanted a demonstration. So Marie said to me, `` Come here Baby skirt. '' No one before had ever heard Marie 's privy pet name for me, I was surprised and embarrassed that Marie had used her pet public figure for me in front of my boss. Karl guffawed. I blushed and came toward Marie. `` On your knees, Baby Doll, fall to mammy. '' I was mortified, now she had said not only her pet name for me, but her most inner pet name for herself when we are making love. Probably remembering all the care I had taken during the hebdomad in pampering her feet, Marie said, `` mammy 's feet are tired and muddy. aim off my shoe and punch my toes
clean and massage my fag feet. '' With Karl roaring with laughter and thinking this was the funniest thing he ever saw, I began licking and massaging Marie 's animal foot as she sat there at the table.

After it no longer seemed to amuse them anymore, Marie told me to barricade. She told me to answer the adjacent form, and the dinner continued.

As they became more vivify, I became more and more withdrawn and quiet. That did n't appear to trouble oneself them any. They pretty much ignored me, except to ask me for more food or wine. They again wound up on the couch and, indeed, Marie 's bird fell away, and she made no effort whatsoever to cover herself, allowing it nearly to get to her crotch. In fact, I suspect that Karl -- who made no secret of looking -- caught at least a glance of her panties. He admired the nail polish, holding her helping hand, and playing with her fingers all the spell. He said he liked crimson breeze through glossiness, and that with her coloring, she should fag out red lipstick too. Ugh, I thought to myself, Karl the cosmetologist/fashion consultant.

Again, Karl told Marie how badly I was doing at oeuvre, how worthless I was, and how he really needed to fire me, and, again, Marie got him to defy off for another hebdomad by inviting him to dinner again.

So started our own piffling 1001 Nights. The only thing that kept me from being fired, was my wife 's hope to continue her seductive dinners.

Life at work was hapless. Karl would progress to crude comments about Marie 's body and lost no opportunity to denigrate me, even in front of my workfellow. He even started calling me Doll Baby in sales event meetings, not even getting the name right. He would say, `` Doll Baby, go get me a pack of butt. '' And I would go get them for him.

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

Even on our limited budget, we devoted what money we had to buy provocative blouses and sexy bandeau that accentuated the voluminosity of her chest and the profoundness of her cleavage, and skirts that would be sure enough to usher peck of creamy thigh.

One dinner, Karl returned to the question of what Marie could possibly see in me. He said, `` He 's such a nonstarter. He 's a add together nonstarter, he 's not good looking, he has no sense of humor. Does he have got a really big dick, or what ? '' Marie laughed and told him that no, on the contrary, I had a very small phallus. She said that because I would do anything to please her and had so slight ego, I would lick 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 old lovers would do. Karl thought that particularly hilarious.

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

After that revelation, at work, he would make remarks about me being an `` ass kisser '' and a `` brown noser '' and other tasteless input relating to my oral obsession on my married woman 's tail end. 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 oeuvre to ask me to describe what pantie Marie was wearing that day. Although it was humiliating to answer, I could n't resist describing them in great detail, and found myself getting an erection every time I described the panties she was wearing back home as we spoke.

Another evening, Karl let it be known that he liked the 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 aphrodisiacal blacken bra, and a fuddled V-necked plunge blouse that was so small it left a great deal of her waist exposed, and a very small shameful mini-skirt with a scratch on one thigh. Underneath was a black garter belt, string-bikini, stockings set, topped off with a pair of high stiletto bounder. It made Marie look like the classic French prostitute.

After dinner that nighttime, I sat in my chair watching them sitting on the sofa when Marie 's allowed her doll to hike up so Karl could see where the stockings attach to the garter. Although I had watched his hands casually touch on Marie 's peg before, this metre he said he wanted to feel if they were the silky variety. So Marie slid over and put her legs across his lap, and he began stroking her branch. He got his hands up to the elevation of the stockings and even touched her bare second joint `` to equate '' the sleekness of the skin and the stockings. That was bad enough, but then Marie encouraged him to liken how practically softer the inside of her thigh is than the outside. I could n't conceive the ritual killing she was making for me. When he tried to move his hand up to palpate her panty -- we had picked out a coordinated grim string Bikini, though I had no estimate Karl would ever let on 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 peck. Their mouths were open, and they were devouring each early. I was petrified. Should I go bad it up to protect Marie ? If I did, would I fall back my job ? I just stayed watching. After about five arcminute of kissing, Karl 's workforce really started working on Marie 's derriere. Soon the dame was hiked up over her ass, and he was kneading her hindquarters through the drawing string 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 door for some time. And I quietly watched, trying to be as inconspicuous as possible.

When Karl finally left, Marie walked back into the keep room. Her hair was mussed up, her lipstick smeared, her bird was hiked up high on her hips, and she walked unsteadily in her high heels -- she looked incredibly sexy. As she came close to me, I saw a hickey on her neck, and a big wet, spunk 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 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 pegleg, and unsteady on her ft as she was, we both fell back on the sofa, where Karl and Marie had just been sitting. I continued rubbing my expression between her ramification, mixing her sweat and moisture with Karl 's cum and my teardrop and saliva. Marie had a shuddering orgasm, and pulled me up to finish making love to her. We fell asleep right there on the sofa in each other 's arms.

One night that week when we were already in bed, the earphone rang. It was Karl. He wanted to verbalize with Marie. As I lay future 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 lingua filling her mouth and wanting his big cock there too. He apparently was trying to get her to come out to a motel or something, but she kept refusing, saying that they were both married and could n't be seen to go out together. She said he was welcome in our business firm as a Edgar Guest, but she reminded him that she was entertaining him because he was my boss, and she wanted to keep him happy. Then it sounded like he was asking her for sex. `` I 'd really like that too, Karl, '' she said, `` but think about miserable Howie. ``

There was a retentive suspension, 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 ramification, I need to cover your ears, '' she said. I did as I was told and started lapping between her legs. I heard her say, `` Fill me up, Karl, I want you, big and heavy. '' Then, she pressed her thighs against my head, so I could n't hear a lot, 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 appointment. Marie made Karl promise to bring her a present tense, and said if they were going to take off really having sex, she wanted a present from him each time, as well as a $ 100 bonus for me in my side by side pay envelope. Karl seemed to hold, and they hung up.

I thanked Marie for being so ego sacrificing for me and for being so dedicated to our man and wife, and I apologized for putting her in a position where she had to pretend to discover 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 word to discharge the prison term. I told her it was the greatest proof of her beloved for me.

Karl continued to be unbearable at employment. One day, in the meeting of a sales event meeting, he said, `` Hey, Doll babe run down and get me a candy bar. '' I went to the vendition machine and got him something in a colored wrapper. 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 other gross sales associate degree watched me kowtow to him, and I again felt absolutely humiliated.

In preparation for the adjacent dinner, I again applied nail polish to Marie, this time a hot pink color, and helped her with her tomentum and make up ( which seemed to be applied operose and darker with each sojourn ). I also helped her pick out her wardrobe. That dark, we picked a couple of tight short pink spandex short-shorts cut luxuriously on her nates and low on her shank. They hugged her fork expanse, outlining everything, and making it cleared that there was goose egg underneath. Before dinner, I helped trim and shave her pubic area, because the shorts were more divulge than most bikini bottoms.

For the top, instead of the common cleavage-revealing shirt or blouse, we chose a idle halter top that tied at the nape of the neck opening and across the backbone. With no bra underneath, Marie 's white meat were left to swing and sway with the slim movement. Her nipples poked at the lose weight cotton material.

Karl did indeed bestow Marie a present, a tasteless wrapper, the kind sold in grown book fund. To my surprisal, Marie bought Karl a present as well. It was a couple of slippers. She had Karl sit on the sofa as she knelt in nominal head of him, took off his shoes, and slipped his metrical foot into the slippers. Then, Marie jumped in his lap, and they started kissing and fooling around. I went back into the kitchen to take in last preparations for dinner. When I called them in for dinner, they came with much giggling. The ties to Marie 's haltere top
were undone, and she asked me to serve re-tie them.

By now, I had lost my spot at the dinner table. Karl had complained that it was a puff seeing my scowling and moody human face while he ate. At Marie 's suggestion, I had prepared the table for two with standard candle to consecrate it a more romantic smell. Marie had also put some intellection into my wardrobe. She had me attire like a waiter, ignominious slacks and Caucasian shirt. I spent nigh 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 off me to do them.

After dinner, as Karl and Marie walked into the living room, his hand was squeezing her ass. I have to admit that her bottom never looked adorable than in those stringent, spandex poor shorts, and it was apprehensible that anyone would want to take hold of her ass, especially the bottom third gear, that delicious round of golf 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 cultism to me to grant him to act that way for my sake. As I cleared the table, I saw them making out on the couch. Marie was sorting of on top of Karl, kissing him and running her finger's breadth through his hair. Karl 's hands 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 knickers. As he worked his hands, her boxers covered less and to a lesser extent of
her bottom.

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

Marie called me over. `` Baby Doll, we 're getting uncomfortable on the couch. Will you be a good little baby doll and put fresh sheets on our bed, and light some taper in the bedroom for Karl and me ? ``

I prepared a skillful niggling dearest nest for Marie and Karl. We had some scented candela, and I found our softest sheets. Finally, I put some subdued, amorous music on the CD-player, a touch Marie had n't even asked for. I was looking forward in a perverse way to kneeling at the infantry of the bed and watching my beautiful wife having sex with my horrible brute of a boss.

But the evening did n't go according to my program. When I returned to the living room, to recount Karl and Marie that our chamber was make, Karl looked at me like I had just interrupted them, and as though I had no job 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 position as Marie 's husband to appease a the foot of my marriage bed and watch my beauty being ravished by the fauna, but lodge are orders, and, grudgingly, I had to leave.

'' Oh, and babe Doll, '' Marie added, `` when you get back, I want you to shine Karl 's skid. They 're all scuffed up, and we ca n't have our big knob man walking around with scuffed up shoes. I want you to be a good brake shoe refulgence boy make them all courteous and shiney. ``

When I came back from the liquor store, Marie and Karl were in our bedroom. The door was closed, and Karl 's shoes were sitting outside the doorway, waiting for me to reflect them. Also, on the sofa, were Marie 's pink spandex underdrawers and hackamore top. Karl must have stripped her defenseless before they even got into the bedroom. As I often do when I am alone with Marie 's dirty wearing apparel, which she usually leaves lying around the menage for me to pick up and wash, I rubbed my font in the still moist genitalia of her shorts, inhaled
the aroma, and played with myself a little bit.

But then I realized I needed to get to bring. I had a job to do. I got out the shoe brush, polish, and buffer, and sat on the base 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 part was hearing Marie exclaim, `` Oh Karl, fuck me practiced. Oh, God, you fuck so good. Yes, yes, fill my pussy, Oh God, your cock feels so good. Yes. Harder. You 're so unvoiced. 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 Holy Writ out of her backtalk before, and yet this stream of profanity issued from her pure and beautiful lips.

After too long a wait, the door opened and Karl came out. He bent to scrutinise the brake shoe. `` Not too bad, '' he said, `` maybe we 'll feel a use for you yet. '' He sat on one of our chairs and said, `` Come here, Baby Doll. Take off my slipper and put my shoes back on me. '' Shaking with hatred and fear, I knelt in front of Karl and put his place 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 pay my wife a proficient fucking too. '' He got up and left without
another word.

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

'' Oh, infant doll, you know mom wuvs her widdle biddie infant, '' Marie said in the baby talk part she knows that just thaw me.

'' cum to Mama. Come and buss mummy where Big Bad knob Man made me all sore with his big bad penis. '' I crawled up onto the bed. `` mom wuvs her widdle chick baby 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 domain in between.

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

I brought Marie to a slowly building, warm and glowing orgasm with my tongue. In the cognitive operation, I was intent on sucking and licking away every hint of Karl. After her orgasm, she pulled me up. `` Let mom sense babe 's widdle peenie inside me. '' I wiggled inside her inviting wetness and warmth. `` Ooooh, babe 's widdle biddie peenie tone so squeamish and comfy womfy. Not like that big bad boss man who hurt Mama with his BIG, HARD, dick. ``

Her part completely changed feeling on the last three words, and as she gasped with what seemed to be the memory of Karl 's penis hammer 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 spoon position next to Marie in the dark I realized that in one way Karl was a serious 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 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 melodic theme that having us both was not only a career saver for me, but probably best for Marie as well.

Karl continues to fall for his weekly dinner party. He continues to abase me at body of work and at home. I could quit my job and find another that probably would be no sorry. 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 living 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 heart who controls everything. I still, and always will, hero-worship the basis she walks on.

Proudly signed,

willing Wimp .