There is a lot of talking these days about sexual harassment. I am a case in point, but with an odd twist. My Male heterosexual chief 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 bankruptcy in life. A below mean student, not acrobatic, no particular talents, not much to look at, and barely capable to hold a job as a salesman. All my life I 've been called an underachiever. My one achievement has been landing my wife, Marie, a truly gorgeous woman. Marie has a face and body men dream about. She has deep, brown eyes and chestnut tree hair, a naturally lightly tanned skin colour, and a replete, curvaceous figure of the hourglass type -- a minuscule waistline but plenteous rosehip and rung, inviting white meat and ass. Her feminine beauty is matched by her warmth and an fauna 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. acerate leaf to say, I worship the solid ground she walks on.

My boss, Karl, is a rock oil, loud, chesty bully. I admit that he is an in effect salesman, component part of his rude aggression and self-confidence, but I ca n't stand him. He is also very restrain, 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 free weight. I was on probation and on the brink of losing my job. In a last-ditch bid to sustain my job, I thought I might pay for Karl over for dinner at my apartment. The only reason I thought he might bear the invitation was because I had noticed him eyeing my married woman once at a company party. I worked up my courage to ask over him, and, to my great relief, he did, in fact, accept.

Marie has many mulct caliber, 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-colored and grocery store, clean the business firm, and cook a nice dinner. Marie could see that I was very uneasy. In the hour before Karl 's comer, I asked Marie if she was going to alter her wearing apparel. She looked surprise. She was wearing her usual, somewhat conservativist wear. `` 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 solitary hope was this dinner, and the thought that somehow Marie would be able-bodied to persuade him to let me restrain 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 sweater. Although she only owned one really short-change shirt at the fourth dimension, I asked her to put that one on. Marie also generally wore petty make up, her instinctive beauty really needs no enhancing, but I asked her to put on lip rouge and eye shadow for the occasion. She could order that I really wanted her to constitute an impression on Karl.

As the doorbell rang, I took one go flavour at Marie, and took one little military action that probably changed the rest of my liveliness. I reached up, and unbuttoned two more buttons on her sweater, which revealed her deep, rich cleavage. I gave her a snog before opening the door and greeting Karl.

Karl hardly glanced at me. His center lit up at the tidy sum of Marie, and, crude person that he is, he stared openly and lustfully at Marie 's boob. Although Karl disgusted me, I also could n't help but feel immense pridefulness in Marie. As I mentioned, I have always enjoyed watching early men admire Marie 's peach ; it makes me feel lucky at least in one -- I would say the most important -- piece of my life.

Dinner went well. I am not much of a conversationalist, especially with Karl. But Marie kept up a conversation, and I ran back and Forth to the kitchen, bringing looker back and forth, fetching wine and refilling their glasses. Karl spent nearly of dinner ogling Marie 's knocker. At to the lowest degree 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 bottle of wine. When I came back, I could see that Marie 's shortstop skirt was hiked up very heights on her second joint. Karl was playing with Marie 's fingers, telling her she should really wear nail polish.

They kept chattering on. I sat in a chairman, sipped my vino, 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 mirthful level about my various nonstarter that got Marie laughing. He told her, `` I was just about to dismiss the footling chicken, and I think I still will. ``

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

'' Just to see them juggs again would be Charles Frederick Worth keeping the lilliputian chicken another calendar week, '' he said. So, without even a glance to me, Marie invited Karl to dinner the comply 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 thirster than proper, but then he left.

I fretted all the next week. Prior to the next dinner, I took Marie out to shop for pick up refinement. We could n't afford a right manicure, so I told her I would study 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 metrical 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 science that I very much enjoyed.

I also worried about what Marie should get into for the succeeding big dark. After many try, we settled finally on a silky, creamy-colored translucent conservative 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 plenty of segmentation. I chose a longer, wrap-around bird that tends to fall and divide very high up on Marie 's thigh whenever she sits down and crosses her legs.

The dinner party was pretty much a repeat of the hebdomad before. I was amazed at what a respectable actress Marie was. She was absolutely convincing in pretending that she was entranced by Karl. She laughed at his caper, hung on every Word of God, her eyes twinkled at everything he said, and she took every opportunity to brush against him or meet him.

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

Karl wanted a demo. So Marie said to me, `` ejaculate here infant dolly. '' No one before had ever heard Marie 's hush-hush pet name for me, I was surprised and embarrassed that Marie had used her pet name for me in front man of my boss. Karl guffawed. I blushed and came toward Marie. `` On your knees, infant Doll, fare to Mama. '' I was mortified, now she had said not only her pet name for me, but her most familiar pet name for herself when we are making love. Probably remembering all the care I had taken during the week in pampering her feet, Marie said, `` momma 's feet are tired and grime. Take off my shoe and lick my toes
clean and massage my fag out feet. '' With Karl roaring with laughter and thinking this was the comical thing he ever saw, I began licking and massaging Marie 's infantry as she sat there at the table.

After it no longer seemed to amuse them anymore, Marie told me to bar. She told me to serve the succeeding course, and the dinner party continued.

As they became more animated, I became more and more withdrawn and unruffled. That did n't appear to annoy 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 annulus fell away, and she made no effort whatsoever to insure herself, allowing it nearly to reach her crotch. In fact, I suspect that Karl -- who made no secret of looking -- caught at least a glimpse of her panties. He admired the nail Polish, holding her deal, and playing with her fingers all the spell. He said he liked redder nail gloss, and that with her food colouring, she should fatigue 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 discharge me, and, again, Marie got him to sustain off for another week by inviting him to dinner again.

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

spirit at body of work was miserable. Karl would make raw comments about Marie 's organic structure and lost no opportunity to belittle me, even in presence of my colleague. He even started calling me bird Baby in sales encounter, not even getting the name right. He would say, `` bird babe, go get me a pack of cigaret. '' And I would go get them for him.

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

Even on our modified budget, we devoted what money we had to buy provocative blouses and aphrodisiacal bras that accentuated the fullness of her breasts and the depth of her segmentation, and skirts that would be sure to show heap of creamy thigh.

One dinner, Karl returned to the dubiousness of what Marie could possibly see in me. He said, `` He 's such a loser. He 's a tot failure, he 's not goodness looking, he has no sense of humor. Does he get a really big peter, or what ? '' Marie laughed and told him that no, on the wayward, I had a very small phallus. She said that because I would do anything to please her and had so short ego, I would lap up her anywhere she liked, and that she particularly liked that when I was pleasuring her down below with my tongue, I would lick her both fore and aft, something that none of her previous devotee would do. Karl thought that particularly hilarious.

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

After that Revelation of Saint John the Divine, at work, he would urinate remarks about me being an `` ass kisser '' and a `` brown noser '' and early tasteless comments relating to my oral obsession on my wife 's bottom. He also discovered that Marie gives me the honor of buying her step-in and picking out which span for her to fag out each day. Karl made it a point every day at employment to ask me to describe what panty Marie was wearing that day. Although it was humiliating to reply, I could n't resist describing them in keen point, 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 idea of garter belts and stockings, so later that workweek we went out and added them to Marie 's closet. We got a whole supporting players, a sexy dark bra, and a tight V-necked plunge blouse that was so pocket-size it left a great deal of her waist exposed, and a very small black mini-skirt with a slit on one second joint. Underneath was a pitch-black garter belt, string-bikini, stockings set, topped off with a duo of high stiletto hound. It made Marie face like the Graeco-Roman French prostitute.

After dinner party that night, I sat in my chairperson watching them sitting on the lounge when Marie 's allowed her wench to hike up up so Karl could see where the stockings attach to the supporter. Although I had watched his custody casually touch Marie 's legs before, this time he said he wanted to feel if they were the silky kind. So Marie slid over and put her legs across his lap, and he began stroking her ramification. He got his hand up to the tops of the stockings and even touched her bare thigh `` to liken '' the silkiness of the skin and the stockings. That was bad enough, but then Marie encouraged him to compare how much softer the inside of her thigh is than the alfresco. I could n't believe the forfeiture she was making for me. When he tried to proceed his hand up to feel her panties -- we had picked out a fit ignominious train two-piece, though I had no idea Karl would ever discover it -- she finally brushed him away.

That dark, when Marie bid Karl goodnight at the figurehead 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 hatful. Their mouths were unresolved, 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 necking, Karl 's bridge player really started working on Marie 's butt. Soon the chick was hiked up over her ass, and he was kneading her behind through the twine bikini. Marie was putting on a proficient 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 threshold for some time. And I quietly watched, trying to be as invisible as possible.

When Karl finally left, Marie walked back into the living way. Her haircloth was mussed up, her lipstick smeared, her skirt was hiked up high on her rosehip, and she walked unsteadily in her heights cad -- she looked incredibly sexy. As she came close to me, I saw a love bite on her neck opening, and a big wet, tinder spot on her blouse. I immediately started apologizing to her for putting her through this humble experience. I fell to my knees in movement of her and hugged her. In doing so, I wiped my grimace 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 wooden leg, and unsteady on her feet as she was, we both fell back on the lounge, where Karl and Marie had just been sitting. I continued rubbing my nerve between her stage, mixing her swither and moisture with Karl 's cum and my tears and saliva. Marie had a shuddering orgasm, and pulled me up to cease 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 phone rang. It was Karl. He wanted to talk with Marie. As I lay side by side to her in bed, I listened to their conversation. Marie kept telling him how she was fantasizing about him all the prison term, imagining his big spit filling her back talk and wanting his big rooster there too. He apparently was trying to get her to occur out to a motel or something, but she kept refusing, saying that they were both married and could n't be seen to go out together. She said he was welcome in our house as a Edgar Guest, but she reminded him that she was entertaining him because he was my genus Bos, and she wanted to keep him glad. Then it sounded like he was asking her for sex. `` I 'd really like that too, Karl, '' she said, `` but think about piteous Howie. ``

There was a long suspension, 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 leg, I need to cover your capitulum, '' she said. I did as I was told and started lapping between her stage. I heard her say, `` filling me up, Karl, I want you, big and voiceless. '' Then, she pressed her thigh against my principal, so I could n't get wind a great deal, but as she orgasmed, she loosened her travelling bag, and I heard her still talking into the speech sound, `` Oh, Yes, Karl, yes, do me. ``

It looked like the next dinner was going to be a existent date. Marie made Karl promise to bring her a deliver, and said if they were going to bulge out really having sex, she wanted a present 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 union, and I apologized for putting her in a position where she had to pretend to line up 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 password to fill in the sentence. I told her it was the sterling test copy of her love for me.

Karl continued to be unbearable at study. One day, in the meeting of a sales meeting, he said, `` Hey, Doll 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 real candy bar. '' So I went back and got him another. All the other cut-rate sale companion watched me kowtow to him, and I again felt absolutely humiliated.

In training for the succeeding dinner party, I again applied nail polish to Marie, this fourth dimension a hot pink color, and helped her with her whisker and draw up ( which seemed to be applied heavier and darker with each visit ). I also helped her pick out her press. That night, we picked a couplet of slopped little pink spandex short-shorts cut high on her buns and low on her waistline. They hugged her crotch area, outlining everything, and making it shed light on that there was nothing underneath. Before dinner party, I helped shave and shave her pubic region, because the shorts were more reveal than to the highest degree Bikini bottoms.

For the top, instead of the usual cleavage-revealing shirt or blouse, we chose a loose hangman's rope top that tied at the nape of the neck and across the back. With no bra underneath, Marie 's bosom were left to swing and sway with the slender movement. Her mammilla poked at the melt off cotton material.

Karl did indeed bring in Marie a present, a tasteless negligee, the sort sold in adult Holy Scripture stock. To my surprisal, Marie bought Karl a present as well. It was a pair of slippers. She had Karl sit on the sofa as she knelt in front of him, took off his shoes, and slipped his feet 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 planning for dinner. When I called them in for dinner, they came with a great deal giggling. The tie beam to Marie 's halter top
were unstuck, and she asked me to help re-tie them.

By now, I had lost my spot at the dinner table. Karl had complained that it was a drag seeing my scowling and glum face while he ate. At Marie 's hypnotism, I had prepared the board for two with candela to give it a more romanticist smell. Marie had also put some thought into my wardrobe. She had me garb like a waiter, black slacks and whiteness shirt. I spent virtually of the dinner in the kitchen.

When not preparing the solid food, I sat listening to them by the door, and waiting for them to hollo me to dish out them.

After dinner party, as Karl and Marie walked into the living room, his manus was squeezing her ass. I have to take that her bottom never looked lovelier than in those tight, spandex short short pants, and it was intelligible that anyone would want to grab her ass, especially the butt third, that delicious cycle voice 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 allow him to act that way for my sake. As I cleared the table, I saw them making out on the sofa. Marie was sort of on top of Karl, kissing him and running her fingerbreadth through his hair's-breadth. Karl 's hands were planted on Marie 's ass, which was pointed ever so fetchingly in my counsel. I watched as he kept slipping his digit inside her trouser. As he worked his hands, her underdrawers covered less and less of
her bottom.

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

Marie called me over. `` infant Doll, we 're getting uncomfortable on the lounge. Will you be a good little baby chick and put fresh mainsheet on our bed, and light some candles in the bedroom for Karl and me ? ``

I prepared a dainty little dearest draw close 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 tint Marie had n't even asked for. I was looking forward in a perverse 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 eventide did n't go according to my program. When I returned to the sustenance elbow room, to tell Karl and Marie that our bedroom was set up, Karl looked at me like I had just interrupted them, and as though I had no byplay being in my own apartment.

Karl told me he wanted an after dinner cognac and cigar to go with his new slider. He handed me some money and told me to get lost. I wanted to stick around. I thought it my true plaza as Marie 's husband to stay a the human foot of my marriage bed and watch my beauty being ravished by the beast, but gild are decree, and, grudgingly, I had to leave.

'' Oh, and child 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 hold our big honcho man walking around with scuffed up shoe. I want you to be a good skid shine boy make them all nice and shiney. ``

When I came back from the liquor shop, Marie and Karl were in our bedroom. The room access was closed, and Karl 's shoes were sitting outside the door, waiting for me to glitter them. Also, on the sofa, were Marie 's pink spandex shorts and halter top. Karl must have stripped her nude before they even got into the bedchamber. As I often do when I am alone with Marie 's dirty clothes, which she usually leaves lying around the house for me to pick up and washout, I rubbed my brass in the still dampish private parts of her underdrawers, inhaled
the aroma, and played with myself a minuscule bit.

But then I realized I needed to get to exercise. I had a job to do. I got out the shoe brush, cultivation, and buffer zone, and sat on the flooring outside my sleeping room door and began shining Karl 's shoes. While doing that, I listened intently to every rustle, giggle, and groan emanating from my sleeping accommodation. The worst share was hearing Marie exclaim, `` Oh Karl, fuck me salutary. Oh, God, you fuck so good. Yes, yes, fill my pussy, Oh God, your cock feels so commodity. Yes. Harder. You 're so heavily. God, YES. ``

I recognized her voice, so I knew it was her. But I had definitely never heard anything of the sort from her in or out of the bedroom. I had never heard a bad word out of her mouth before, and yet this watercourse of profanity issued from her pure and beautiful lips.

After too long a wait, the door opened and Karl came out. He bent to inspect the shoe. `` Not too bad, '' he said, `` maybe we 'll get hold a use for you yet. '' He sat on one of our chair and said, `` ejaculate here, babe Doll. Take off my slippers and put my brake shoe back on me. '' Shaking with hatred and fear, I knelt in front of Karl and put his shoes on him. He looked at the cognac and cigar I had laid out for him. `` Save 'em for next calendar week, '' he said, `` I got ta get home and devote my wife a soundly fucking too. '' He got up and left without
another word.

I crept into the darkened sleeping room with the candles still flickering and easy music playing. `` Do you love him more than than me ? '' I whispered, my phonation cracking.

'' Oh, mollycoddle doll, you know mamma wuvs her widdle biddie babe, '' Marie said in the baby talk interpreter she knows that just melts me.

'' Come 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. `` Mama wuvs her widdle hen infant skirt, '' 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 wholly jismy and slip area in between.

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

I brought Marie to a slowly construction, warm and glowing orgasm with my natural language. In the process, I was aim on sucking and licking away every trace of Karl. After her orgasm, she pulled me up. `` Let Mama sense baby 's widdle peenie inside me. '' I wiggled inside her inviting wetness and warmth. `` Ooooh, baby 's widdle biddie peenie flavour so Nice and comfy womfy. Not like that big bad chief man who hurt mom with his BIG, HARD, putz. ``

Her voice completely changed note on the lastly three words, and as she gasped with what seemed to be the retention of Karl 's penis throb 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 posture next to Marie in the dark I realized that in one way Karl was a unspoiled lover than me, and that on one stage he satisfied Marie in a way that I could n't. I felt bad about that, inferior as common. But I also realized that Marie 's lovemaking for me was genuine, 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 bit to the estimation that having us both was not only a career saver for me, but probably outdo for Marie as well.

Karl continues to come for his weekly dinners. He continues to humiliate me at work and at menage. I could foreswear my job and find another that probably would be no defective. 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 life revolves around her. What I love the most is knowing the power that she has over me. Karl may believe 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 ground she walks on.

Proudly signed,

volition Wimp .