There is a lot of lecture these Day about sexual harassment. I am a case in point, but with an odd twist. My manful heterosexual political boss sexually harasses me, another male heterosexual person. How could that be ? It all revolves around my wife. Let me explain.

With one exception, I 've been a nonstarter in spirit. A under average student, not athletic, no special endowment, not a lot to look at, and barely able-bodied to hold a job as a salesman. All my life I 've been called an underachiever. My one accomplishment has been landing my married woman, Marie, a truly gorgeous woman. Marie has a face and body men dream about. She has deep, chocolate-brown middle and chestnut pilus, a naturally lightly tanned skin colour, and a full, buxom anatomy of the hourglass type -- a small waist but sizable hips and troll, inviting white meat and ass. Her womanly 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 outstanding reservoir of pride. phonograph needle to say, I worship the ground she walks on.

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

I had the fewest sales of anyone in the ship's company, and simply was n't pulling my weight. I was on probation and on the threshold of losing my job. In a last-ditch bid to hold on my job, I thought I might pay for Karl over for dinner party at my apartment. The exclusively ground I thought he might bear the invitation was because I had noticed him eyeing my wife once at a society party. I worked up my courage to invite him, and, to my great relief, he did, in fact, accept.

Marie has many fine calibre, as I 've already indicated, but cooking and cleaning are not among them. On the day of the dinner, I left oeuvre early to buy wine and groceries, clean the house, and make a nice dinner. Marie could see that I was very aflutter. In the hour before Karl 's arrival, I asked Marie if she was going to commute her wearing apparel. She looked surprised. She was wearing her usual, somewhat conservative clothing. `` What 's wrongfulness with this ? '' she said. I told her that I would really wish 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 but promise was this dinner party, and the opinion that somehow Marie would be able to sway him to let me preserve 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 plunk out a tight-fitting, button down knit perspirer. 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 sweetheart really needs no enhancing, but I asked her to put on lipstick and eye shadow for the social occasion. She could severalize that I really wanted her to make an feeling on Karl.

As the bell rang, I took one last spirit at Marie, and took one minuscule activity that probably changed the rest of my life. I reached up, and unbuttoned two more buttons on her sweater, which revealed her deep, rich cleavage. I gave her a buss before opening the threshold and greeting Karl.

Karl hardly glanced at me. His centre lit up at the ken of Marie, and, crude person that he is, he stared openly and lustfully at Marie 's titty. Although Karl disgusted me, I also could n't help but finger immense pride in Marie. As I mentioned, I have always enjoyed watching other men admire Marie 's beaut ; it makes me feel prosperous at least in one -- I would say the most important -- part of my life.

Dinner went well. I am not much of a conversationist, especially with Karl. But Marie kept up a conversation, and I ran back and Forth to the kitchen, bringing dish back and forth, fetching wine-coloured and refilling their trash. 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 unawares skirt was hiked up very senior high on her thighs. Karl was playing with Marie 's digit, telling her she should really wear complete polish.

They kept chattering on. I sat in a death chair, sipped my wine-coloured, 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 bankruptcy that got Marie laughing. He told her, `` I was just about to fire the slight wimp, and I think I still will. ``

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

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

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

I fretted all the next hebdomad. Prior to the next dinner, I took Marie out to give away for sail through polish. We could n't yield a proper manicure, so I told her I would teach how to be her manicurist. So I studied up on manicure. I started by practicing on her toes, giving her a pedicure. I found that I particularly enjoyed preparing her feet, especially kneeling before her and pampering them. I worked on her fingernails as well, and by workweek 's end, I had learned a new skill that I very much enjoyed.

I also worried about what Marie should break for the side by side big Nox. 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 titty a bit. Again, I was in commission of buttoning the blouse, and saw to it that it revealed plenty of cleavage. I chose a longer, wrap-around dame that tends to fall and burst very in high spirits up on Marie 's thigh whenever she sits down and crosses her legs.

The dinner was pretty a great deal a repetition of the 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 of God, her eyes twinkled at everything he said, and she took every chance to sweep against him or touch him.

At one power point, Karl asked Marie what she saw in me. She commented on my `` bouquet, '' 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 grade, but I wish she had n't said it.

Karl wanted a demonstration. So Marie said to me, `` Come here sister Doll. '' No one before had ever heard Marie 's secret pet epithet for me, I was surprised and embarrassed that Marie had used her pet epithet for me in forepart of my genus Bos. Karl guffawed. I blushed and came toward Marie. `` On your knees, sister wench, come to Mama. '' I was mortified, now she had said not only her pet figure for me, but her most adumbrate pet name for herself when we are making passion. Probably remembering all the care I had taken during the week in pampering her feet, Marie said, `` mom 's feet are tired and dirty. need off my shoes and slug my toes
clean and jerk and massage my weary metrical unit. '' 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 disport them anymore, Marie told me to give up. She told me to serve the future course, and the dinner party continued.

As they became more revivify, I became more and more withdrawn and hush. That did n't seem to rile them any. They pretty much ignored me, except to ask me for more nutrient or wine-colored. They again wound up on the couch and, indeed, Marie 's skirt fell away, and she made no effort whatsoever to cover 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 finish, holding her hands, and playing with her fingers all the while. He said he liked redder boom polish, and that with her coloring, she should put on 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 obtain off for another week by inviting him to dinner again.

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

Life at work was miserable. Karl would stool gross comments about Marie 's body and lost no chance to diminish me, even in presence of my co-worker. He even started calling me Doll Baby in cut-rate sale get together, not even getting the name right. He would say, `` chick Baby, go get me a pack of cigarette. '' And I would go get them for him.

With each dinner party, 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 make for up to Karl given what a atrocious lout he is.

Even on our throttle budget, we devoted what money we had to buy provocative blouses and aphrodisiac bra that accentuated the fullness of her breasts and the depth of her cleavage, and bird that would be sure to demo plentifulness of creamy thigh.

One dinner, Karl returned to the interrogative of what Marie could possibly see in me. He said, `` He 's such a loser. He 's a total bankruptcy, he 's not good looking, he has no sentiency of humor. Does he have a really big pecker, 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 little ego, I would clobber her anywhere she liked, and that she particularly liked that when I was pleasuring her down below with my tongue, I would thrash her both prow and aft, something that none of her previous lover would do. Karl thought that particularly hilarious.

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

After that revelation, at work, he would seduce remarks about me being an `` ass visage '' and a `` brown noser '' and other tasteless comment relating to my viva voce infantile fixation on my wife 's bottom. He also discovered that Marie gives me the honour of buying her step-in and picking out which pair for her to fall apart each day. Karl made it a point every day at work to ask me to describe what panties Marie was wearing that day. Although it was humiliating to resolve, I could n't stand describing them in neat detail, and found myself getting an erection every prison term I described the panties she was wearing back home as we spoke.

Another eventide, Karl let it be known that he liked the idea of garter belt and stockings, so later that calendar week we went out and added them to Marie 's closet. We got a hale tout ensemble, a sexy black bra, and a tight V-necked plunge blouse that was so humble it left much of her waist exposed, and a very small fateful mini-skirt with a slit on one second joint. Underneath was a pitch blackness garter belt, string-bikini, stockings set, topped off with a pair of in high spirits stiletto heels. It made Marie look like the classic Daniel Chester French prostitute.

After dinner that night, I sat in my chairwoman watching them sitting on the lounge when Marie 's allowed her annulus to hike up so Karl could see where the stockings attach to the garters. Although I had watched his hands casually touch Marie 's legs before, this time he said he wanted to palpate if they were the silky variety. So Marie slid over and put her peg across his lap, and he began stroking her wooden leg. He got his men up to the peak of the stockings and even touched her bare thigh `` to compare '' the silkiness of the skin and the stockings. That was bad enough, but then Marie encouraged him to compare how lots sonant the inside of her thigh is than the outside. I could n't believe the forfeiture she was making for me. When he tried to affect his script up to feel her panties -- we had picked out a matching nigrify string bikini, though I had no approximation Karl would ever discover it -- she finally brushed him away.

That night, when Marie bid Karl goodnight at the breast doorway, 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 assailable, and they were devouring each other. I was petrified. Should I break it up to protect Marie ? If I did, would I turn a loss my job ? I just stayed watching. After about five mo of petting, Karl 's hands really started working on Marie 's derriere. Soon the skirt was hiked up over her ass, and he was kneading her undersurface through the 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 room access for some time. And I quietly watched, trying to be as inconspicuous as possible.

When Karl finally left, Marie walked back into the support room. Her hair was mussed up, her lipstick smeared, her doll was hiked up senior high on her pelvic arch, and she walked unsteadily in her high dog -- she looked incredibly sexy. As she came close to me, I saw a hickey on her neck, and a big wet, tinder situation 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 look on Karl 's heart. I guess it
was a way of sharing the humiliation. We did n't even get to our bedroom. I began nuzzling between her stage, and unsteady on her groundwork 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 peg, mixing her elbow grease and moisture with Karl 's cum and my rip and spittle. Marie had a shuddering orgasm, and pulled me up to polish off making love to her. We fell asleep right there on the lounge in each other 's arms.

One nighttime that calendar week when we were already in bed, the phone 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 prison term, imagining his big natural language filling her oral cavity and wanting his big cock there too. He apparently was trying to get her to do 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 Guest, but she reminded him that she was entertaining him because he was my foreman, and she wanted to stay fresh 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 long interruption, 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 pegleg, I need to cover your pinna, '' 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 hard. '' Then, she pressed her thigh against my head, so I could n't get wind 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 actual engagement. Marie made Karl promise to bring her a exhibit, and said if they were going to startle really having sex, she wanted a present from him each time, as well as a $ 100 fillip for me in my adjacent pay envelope. Karl seemed to fit in, and they hung up.

I thanked Marie for being so self sacrificing for me and for being so dedicated to our wedding, and I apologized for putting her in a lieu where she had to pretend to find 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 complete the judgment of conviction. I told her it was the heavy proof of her love for me.

Karl continued to be unbearable at body of work. One day, in the coming together of a sales agreement encounter, he said, `` Hey, skirt baby run down and get me a candy bar. '' I went to the vendition machine and got him something in a colored 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 former cut-rate sale fellow watched me toady to him, and I again felt absolutely humiliated.

In preparation for the following dinner party, I again applied pass with flying colors smooth to Marie, this prison term a hot pink color, and helped her with her fuzz and get up ( which seemed to be applied heavier and darker with each visit ). I also helped her cream out her wardrobe. That night, we picked a couplet of tight picayune pink spandex short-shorts cut gamy on her bottom and low on her waist. They hugged her crotch area, outlining everything, and making it clear that there was nothing underneath. Before dinner, I helped lop and shave her pubic sphere, because the shorts were more divulge than most bikini bottoms.

For the top, instead of the usual cleavage-revealing shirt or blouse, we chose a idle hemp top that tied at the nape of the neck and across the back. With no bra underneath, Marie 's breasts were left to swing and sway with the slightest drive. Her nipples poked at the melt off cotton wool material.

Karl did indeed bring Marie a present, a tasteless negligee, the kind sold in big book stores. To my surprise, Marie bought Karl a represent 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 brake shoe, and slipped his foundation into the slippers. Then, Marie jumped in his lap, and they started kissing and fooling around. I went back into the kitchen to make last cookery for dinner. When I called them in for dinner party, they came with often giggling. The tie-up to Marie 's hangman's rope top
were washed-up, and she asked me to assist re-tie them.

By now, I had lost my post at the dinner party table. Karl had complained that it was a drag seeing my scowling and glowering expression while he ate. At Marie 's mesmerism, I had prepared the table for two with candles to give it a more amorous feel. Marie had also put some thought into my wardrobe. She had me dress like a waiter, melanize slack and white shirt. I spent most of the dinner in the kitchen.

When not preparing the food for thought, I sat listening to them by the doorway, and waiting for them to call me to attend 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 endearing than in those soaked, spandex shortsighted shorts, and it was apprehensible that anyone would want to grab her ass, especially the underside third, that delightful cycle part where ass meets leg, that was exposed by the trouser 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 lounge. Marie was variety of on top of Karl, kissing him and running her fingers through his hair. Karl 's hands were planted on Marie 's ass, which was pointed ever so fetchingly in my charge. I watched as he kept slipping his finger's breadth inside her trouser. As he worked his paw, her short pants covered less and LE of
her bottom.

Her tush was so beautiful, I could n't help but be mesmerized and aroused, despite my jealousy. I would get loved to have sucked on her undersurface right then and there, but knew that I could n't because Karl would n't care it.

Marie called me over. `` sister dolly, we 're getting uncomfortable on the sofa. Will you be a good minuscule baby dame and put new bed sheet on our bed, and light some candles in the chamber for Karl and me ? ``

I prepared a gracious trivial love life nest for Marie and Karl. We had some scented cd, and I found our softest weather sheet. 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 reprobate way to kneeling at the foot of the bed and watching my beautiful wife having sex with my ugly wolf of a boss.

But the eventide did n't go according to my program. When I returned to the living elbow room, to severalise Karl and Marie that our bedroom was ready, 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 slippers. He handed me some money and told me to get lost. I wanted to stay. I thought it my rightful lieu as Marie 's married man to stay a the groundwork of my married couple bed and watch my beauty being ravished by the beast, but social club are purchase order, and, grudgingly, I had to leave.

'' Oh, and infant 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 got our big boss man walking around with scuffed up shoes. I want you to be a upright shoe radiancy boy make them all nice 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 room access, waiting for me to shine them. Also, on the sofa, were Marie 's pink spandex underdrawers and halter top. Karl must have stripped her bare before they even got into the bedroom. As I often do when I am alone with Marie 's dirty apparel, which she usually leaves lying around the menage for me to peck up and wash, I rubbed my face in the still moist crotch of her short, inhaled
the olfactory property, and played with myself a slight bit.

But then I realized I needed to get to work. I had a job to do. I got out the skid brushing, round, and buffers, and sat on the storey outside my bedroom door and began shining Karl 's shoes. While doing that, I listened intently to every whisper, giggle, and moan emanating from my sleeping accommodation. The worst part was hearing Marie exclaim, `` Oh Karl, fuck me practiced. Oh, God, you fuck so effective. Yes, yes, meet my pussy, Oh God, your dick feels so good. Yes. Harder. You 're so gruelling. God, YES. ``

I recognized her vocalisation, 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 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 shoes. `` Not too bad, '' he said, `` maybe we 'll get a use for you yet. '' He sat on one of our chairs and said, `` Come here, baby Doll. assume off my slippers and put my shoes 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 side by side week, '' he said, `` I got ta get home and give my wife a skillful fucking too. '' He got up and left without
another word.

I crept into the darken bedroom with the candela still flickering and balmy music playing. `` Do you know him Sir Thomas More than me ? '' I whispered, my articulation cracking.

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

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

I snuggled between her leg, and started lapping and cleaning her inner thighs and the entirely jismy and slick 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 building, warm and glowing orgasm with my tongue. In the mental process, I was spirit on sucking and licking away every shadow of Karl. After her coming, she pulled me up. `` Let Mama feel infant 's widdle peenie inside me. '' I wiggled inside her inviting wetness and warmness. `` Ooooh, babe 's widdle biddie peenie feels so dainty and comfy womfy. Not like that big bad genus Bos man who hurt Mama with his BIG, HARD, turncock. ``

Her voice completely changed tone on the last three quarrel, and as she gasped with what seemed to be the retentiveness of Karl 's penis pounding inside her, I came with a little squirt, not having been inside her more than 10 seconds.

As I lay in bed cuddled in the inside spoon position next to Marie in the dark I realized that in one way Karl was a expert lover than me, and that on one level he satisfied Marie in a way that I could n't. I felt bad about that, inferior as usual. But I also realized that Marie 's love for me was 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 moment to the approximation 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 humiliate me at workplace and at home. I could quit my job and witness another that probably would be no worsened. But I stay there despite the harassment. I recognize that I like being a chicken and a cuckold. Karl is disgusting and does n't really matter. What matters is Marie. My life revolves around her. What I love the most is knowing the force 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, worship the earth she walks on.

Proudly signed,

volition Wimp .