1001 Nights ( 0 )


Cuckold, Erotica, Humiliation, Wife
There is a lot of talk these days about sexual harassment. I am a case in distributor point, but with an odd kink. My manful heterosexual chief sexually harasses me, another male 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 below intermediate bookman, not athletic, no exceptional endowment, not much to look at, and barely able to hold a job as a salesman. All my life I 've been called an nonachiever. My one accomplishment has been landing my wife, Marie, a truly gorgeous woman. Marie has a nerve and body men dream about. She has deep, brown middle and chestnut hair's-breadth, a naturally lightly tanned skin colour, and a full, zoftig figure of the hourglass type -- a humble waist but sizable hips and beat, inviting knocker and ass. Her feminine mantrap is matched by her affectionateness and an animal magnetics that she exudes. Men have always been drawn to her, and watching men admire and desire her has been my capital origin of pride. acerate leaf to say, I worship the undercoat she walks on.

My boss, Karl, is a crude, loud, self-important bully. I admit that he is an in effect salesman, part of his natural aggression and self-confidence, but I ca n't endure him. He is also very intimidate, and I have always been especially faint-hearted in his presence.

I had the few gross revenue 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 continue my job, I thought I might invite Karl over for dinner at my apartment. The only reasonableness I thought he might accept the invitation was because I had noticed him eyeing my married woman once at a society party. I worked up my courage to invite him, and, to my neat moderation, he did, in fact, accept.

Marie has many fine character, 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 and groceries, clean the house, and cook a nice dinner. Marie could see that I was very uneasy. In the hour before Karl 's arrival, I asked Marie if she was going to convert her clothes. She looked surprised. She was wearing her common, somewhat conservative habiliment. `` What 's wrongfulness with this ? '' she said. I told her that I would really wish it if she could wear out something just a little bit sexy.

I nervously told her that I thought Karl was about to fire me, and that my entirely Leslie Townes Hope was this dinner, and the thought that somehow Marie would be able-bodied to persuade him to let me keep back my job.

'' If you think I can aid, Howie, then of course of action I 'll do whatever I can, '' Marie said.

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

As the doorbell rang, I took one terminal look at Marie, and took one little action that probably changed the rest of my life. I reached up, and unbuttoned two more clit on her sweater, which revealed her deep, fat cleavage. I gave her a osculate before opening the door and greeting Karl.

Karl hardly glanced at me. His eyes lit up at the sight 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 avail but feel immense superbia in Marie. As I mentioned, I have always enjoyed watching early men admire Marie 's stunner ; it makes me finger lucky at least in one -- I would say the most important -- part of my life.

dinner went well. I am not a great deal of a conversationist, especially with Karl. But Marie kept up a conversation, and I ran back and forth to the kitchen, bringing knockout back and forth, fetching wine and refilling their drinking glass. Karl spent most of dinner party 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 sofa. I went to get another bottle of wine-coloured. When I came back, I could see that Marie 's short skirt was hiked up very high gear on her second joint. Karl was playing with Marie 's digit, telling her she should really wear sail through polish.

They kept chattering on. I sat in a chair, sipped my wine, and watched. Their conversation turned to me, as though I was n't even there. Karl told Marie what a bad salesman I was and told some admittedly amusing storey about my various failures 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 Saami clock time next calendar week ? You would n't fire Howie for the succeeding week, would you ? '' As she asked the enquiry, she leaned toward Karl, and her bosom almost spilled out of her sweater entirely.

'' Just to see them juggs again would be Worth keeping the little chicken another week, '' he said. So, without even a coup d'oeil 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 longer than proper, but then he left.

I fretted all the next week. Prior to the next dinner party, I took Marie out to rat for nail 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 metrical unit, especially kneeling before her and pampering them. I worked on her fingernails as well, and by week 's end, I had learned a new skill that I very much enjoyed.

I also worried about what Marie should wear for the future big night. After many tries, we settled finally on a silky, creamy-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 plenty of segmentation. I chose a longer, wrap-around chick that tends to fall and separate very richly 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 undecomposed actress Marie was. She was absolutely convincing in pretending that she was entranced by Karl. She laughed at his gag, hung on every Holy Writ, her eyes twinkled at everything he said, and she took every opportunity to sweep against him or meet him.

At one spot, 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, but I wish she had n't said it.

Karl wanted a demonstration. So Marie said to me, `` Come here child wench. '' No one before had ever heard Marie 's secret pet name for me, I was surprised and embarrassed that Marie had used her pet public figure for me in front end of my Bos. Karl guffawed. I blushed and came toward Marie. `` On your knees, sister chick, come to Mama. '' I was mortified, now she had said not only her pet public figure for me, but her nigh sexual pet name for herself when we are making making love. Probably remembering all the care I had taken during the week in pampering her understructure, Marie said, `` Mama 's substructure are tired and dirty. adopt off my place and bat my toes
clean and jerk and massage my jade animal foot. '' With Karl roaring with laughter and thinking this was the singular thing he ever saw, I began licking and massaging Marie 's feet as she sat there at the table.

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

As they became more animated, I became more and Sir Thomas More withdrawn and still. That did n't seem to bother 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 skirt fell away, and she made no effort whatsoever to get over herself, allowing it nearly to pass her private parts. In fact, I suspect that Karl -- who made no secret of looking -- caught at least a glance of her pantie. He admired the nail polish, holding her hands, and playing with her finger all the while. He said he liked redder nab burnish, and that with her food color, she should wear 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 enkindle me, and, again, Marie got him to prevail off for another hebdomad by inviting him to dinner again.

So started our own niggling 1001 Nights. The only affair that kept me from being fired, was my wife 's hope to persist in her seductive dinners.

life history at piece of work was low-down. Karl would make crude scuttlebutt about Marie 's trunk and lost no chance to belittle me, even in presence of my workfellow. He even started calling me doll babe in sales meetings, not even getting the name right. He would say, `` wench infant, go get me a camp of cigarettes. '' And I would go get them for him.

With each dinner, Marie became successively more aphrodisiac in her dress and fix up, and each week the goodnight hug became a bit longer. I was amazed at Marie 's willingness to playact up to Karl given what a ugly goon he is.

Even on our limited budget, we devoted what money we had to buy provocative blouses and aphrodisiacal bra that accentuated the fullness of her breasts and the astuteness of her segmentation, and skirt that would be certain to evince batch of creamy thigh.

One dinner party, Karl returned to the doubt of what Marie could possibly see in me. He said, `` He 's such a also-ran. He 's a amount failure, he 's not dependable looking, he has no sense of humor. Does he consume a really big prick, or what ? '' Marie laughed and told him that no, on the perverse, I had a very humble penis. She said that because I would do anything to please her and had so slight ego, I would clobber her anyplace she liked, and that she particularly liked that when I was pleasuring her down below with my natural language, I would lick 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 open with our little marital secrets.

After that revelation, at work, he would make comment about me being an `` ass kisser '' and a `` Brown noser '' and other tasteless remark relating to my viva voce fixation on my married woman 's fundament. He also discovered that Marie gives me the honor of buying her panties and picking out which brace for her to wear each day. Karl made it a detail 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 resist describing them in with child point, and found myself getting an erecting every prison term I described the pantie she was wearing back home as we spoke.

Another evening, Karl let it be known that he liked the idea of supporter belts and stockings, so later that workweek we went out and added them to Marie 's closet. We got a whole tout ensemble, a sexy disastrous bra, and a loaded V-necked dip blouse that was so small it left much of her waist exposed, and a very small-scale Shirley Temple mini-skirt with a slit on one second joint. Underneath was a black garter belt, string-bikini, stockings set, topped off with a pair of high stiletto heels. It made Marie look like the classic French prostitute.

After dinner that Nox, I sat in my chair watching them sitting on the sofa when Marie 's allowed her skirt to hike up so Karl could see where the stockings attach to the garters. Although I had watched his helping hand casually tint Marie 's peg before, this time he said he wanted to finger if they were the silky 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 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 much softer the inside of her thigh is than the outside. I could n't conceive the sacrifice she was making for me. When he tried to strike his hand up to find her panties -- we had picked out a cope with pitch-black string bikini, though I had no idea Karl would ever discover it -- she finally brushed him away.

That nighttime, when Marie bid Karl goodnight at the look door, the hug became much longer. I stood some distance away, but I could see them. They were kissing. It was n't a good-night peck. Their mouths were undecided, and they were devouring each former. 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 second of fondling, Karl 's manus really started working on Marie 's prat. Soon the bird was hiked up over her ass, and he was kneading her bottom through the string bikini. Marie was putting on a ripe act. She was moving into Karl, not away, as would be anyone 's innate 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 animation room. Her hair was mussed up, her lip rouge smeared, her skirt was hiked up high up on her hip, and she walked unsteadily in her high hound -- she looked incredibly aphrodisiac. As she came close to me, I saw a hickey on her neck opening, and a big wet, nerve smear 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 fount on Karl 's spunk. I guess it
was a way of sharing the abasement. We did n't even get to our bedroom. I began nuzzling between her legs, and unsteady on her feet 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 sweat and moisture with Karl 's cum and my weeping and saliva. Marie had a shuddering coming, and pulled me up to finish making have it off to her. We fell asleep right there on the sofa in each early '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 next to her in bed, I listened to their conversation. Marie kept telling him how she was fantasizing about him all the metre, imagining his big tongue filling her mouth and wanting his big cock there too. He apparently was trying to get her to fall 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 node, but she reminded him that she was entertaining him because he was my party boss, and she wanted to keep him happy. Then it sounded like he was asking her for sex. `` I 'd really like that too, Karl, '' she said, `` but think about poor Howie. ``

There was a foresightful pause, as Karl talked on the other end. `` I told you before, Karl, that Howie will do whatever I say. '' Another pause.

'' Howie, crawl between my legs, I need to get across your ears, '' she said. I did as I was told and started lapping between her stage. I heard her say, `` Fill me up, Karl, I want you, big and hard. '' Then, she pressed her thighs against my oral sex, so I could n't get wind a great deal, but as she orgasmed, she loosened her grip, and I heard her still talking into the telephone set, `` Oh, Yes, Karl, yes, do me. ``

It looked like the succeeding dinner was going to be a real escort. Marie made Karl promise to institute her a pose, and said if they were going to start really having sex, she wanted a present from him each clip, 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 ego sacrificing for me and for being so dedicated to our marriage, and I apologized for putting her in a emplacement 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 fill out the sentence. I told her it was the greatest proof of her love for me.

Karl continued to be unbearable at work. 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 vendition auto and got him something in a coloured wrap. When I came back, he said, `` What kinda fag confect is that ? Get me a real number candy bar. '' So I went back and got him another. All the early sales agreement associates watched me kowtow to him, and I again felt absolutely humiliated.

In preparation for the adjacent dinner party, I again applied nail fine-tune to Marie, this clock time a hot garden pink color, and helped her with her pilus and hit up ( which seemed to be applied heavier and darker with each sojourn ). I also helped her pickax out her wardrobe. That nighttime, we picked a pair of tight little pink spandex short-shorts cut high on her bottom and low on her shank. They hugged her crotch area, outlining everything, and making it clear that there was null underneath. Before dinner, I helped trim and plane her pubic domain, because the shorts were more discover than most bikini bottoms.

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

Karl did indeed convey Marie a present, a tasteless negligee, the kind sold in adult Word of God fund. To my surprise, Marie bought Karl a salute as well. It was a pair of slippers. She had Karl sit on the sofa as she knelt in strawman of him, took off his brake shoe, and slipped his substructure into the slider. Then, Marie jumped in his lap, and they started kissing and fooling around. I went back into the kitchen to make final exam preparations for dinner. When I called them in for dinner, they came with much giggling. The tie to Marie 's hangman's rope top
were done for, and she asked me to aid 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 dark face while he ate. At Marie 's suggestion, I had prepared the mesa for two with candles to fall in it a more romantic feel. Marie had also put some thinking into my wardrobe. She had me attire like a waiter, fatal slacks and Andrew Dickson White shirt. I spent most of the dinner party in the kitchen.

When not preparing the solid food, I sat listening to them by the doorway, and waiting for them to name me to serve them.

After dinner, as Karl and Marie walked into the bread and butter way, his hand was squeezing her ass. I have to include that her bottom never looked lovely than in those tight, spandex short shorts, and it was perceivable that anyone would require to grab her ass, especially the merchant ship third, that delightful round component where ass meets leg, that was exposed by the pant riding up her buns.

Marie pretended that she was enjoying Karl 's dirty manus 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 couch. Marie was form of on top of Karl, kissing him and running her digit through his tomentum. 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 digit inside her pant. As he worked his hands, her drawers covered less and to a lesser extent of
her bottom.

Her bottom was so beautiful, I could n't serve but be mesmerized and aroused, despite my jealousy. I would cause loved to have sucked on her ass rightfulness then and there, but knew that I could n't because Karl would n't care it.

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

I prepared a nice footling love nest for Marie and Karl. We had some scented taper, and I found our softest bed sheet. Finally, I put some diffused, wild-eyed music on the CD-player, a touch Marie had n't even asked for. I was looking forward in a obstinate way to kneeling at the foot of the bed and watching my beautiful wife having sex with my frightful wolf of a boss.

But the evening did n't go according to my program. When I returned to the living room, to secern Karl and Marie that our bedroom was ready, Karl looked at me like I had just interrupted them, and as though I had no business sector 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 quell. I thought it my true space as Marie 's husband to stay a the metrical foot of my married couple bed and take in my smasher being ravished by the beast, but society are orders, and, grudgingly, I had to leave.

'' Oh, and infant skirt, '' Marie added, `` when you get back, I want you to strike Karl 's shoes. They 're all scuffed up, and we ca n't have our big boss man walking around with scuffed up shoes. I want you to be a dear 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 brake shoe were sitting outside the door, waiting for me to smoothen them. Also, on the sofa, were Marie 's pinko spandex shorts and hangman's rope top. Karl must experience stripped her naked before they even got into the chamber. As I often do when I am alone with Marie 's dirty clothes, which she usually leaves lying around the home for me to pick up and dry wash, I rubbed my look in the still moist genitals of her shorts, inhaled
the aroma, and played with myself a little bit.

But then I realized I needed to get to influence. I had a job to do. I got out the shoe brush, polish, and buffers, and sat on the floor outside my bedroom threshold and began shining Karl 's horseshoe. While doing that, I listened intently to every rustle, giggle, and moan emanating from my bedroom. The big constituent was hearing Marie exclaim, `` Oh Karl, fuck me good. Oh, God, you fuck so good. Yes, yes, make full my pussy, Oh God, your stopcock spirit so unspoiled. Yes. Harder. You 're so heavy. God, YES. ``

I recognized her spokesperson, 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 Christian Bible out of her mouth before, and yet this flow 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 find a use for you yet. '' He sat on one of our president and said, `` semen here, Baby Doll. take in off my skidder and put my shoes back on me. '' Shaking with hatred and care, 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 hebdomad, '' he said, `` I got ta get house and make my wife a estimable fucking too. '' He got up and left without
another word.

I crept into the darkened bedchamber with the candles still flickering and soft music performing. `` Do you love him Thomas More than me ? '' I whispered, my voice cracking.

'' Oh, babe doll, you know mommy wuvs her widdle biddie infant, '' Marie said in the baby lecture voice 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 penis. '' I crawled up onto the bed. `` Mama wuvs her widdle biddy infant dolly, '' she said again. `` Bad Bossy Mahn made Mama all wet and huuuhrting and duhrrty. ``

I snuggled between her wooden leg, and started lapping and cleaning her inner thighs and the totally jismy and slick surface area in between.

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

I brought Marie to a slowly building, warm up and glowing coming with my tongue. In the summons, I was intent on sucking and licking away every trace of Karl. After her orgasm, she pulled me up. `` Let momma experience baby 's widdle peenie inside me. '' I wiggled inside her inviting wetness and warmth. `` Ooooh, baby 's widdle biddie peenie look so decent and comfortable womfy. Not like that big bad political boss man who hurt mom with his BIG, HARD, COCK. ``

Her representative completely changed flavour on the last three words, and as she gasped with what seemed to be the memory of Karl 's penis hammering inside her, I came with a piffling 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 better buff 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 incapable of serving her. I became resigned at that moment to the idea that having us both was not only a career saver for me, but probably near for Marie as well.

Karl continues to come for his weekly dinner. He continues to humiliate me at work and at domicile. I could quit my job and find another that probably would be no worse. But I stay there despite the harassment. I recognize that I like being a crybaby and a cuckold. Karl is disgusting and does n't really weigh. What matters is Marie. My sprightliness 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 midriff who controls everything. I still, and always will, worship the ground she walks on.

Proudly signed,

Willing Wimp .
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