There is a lot of talk these sidereal day about intimate torment. I am a compositor's case in point, but with an odd turn of events. My male straight boss sexually harasses me, another male straight. How could that be ? It all revolves around my wife. Let me explain.

With one exception, I 've been a loser in animation. A below average student, not athletic, no exceptional gift, not a good deal to take care at, and barely capable to moderate a job as a salesman. All my biography I 've been called an underperformer. My one achievement has been landing my married woman, Marie, a truly gorgeous woman. Marie has a face and body men dream about. She has deep, brown eye and chestnut hairsbreadth, a naturally lightly tanned complexion, and a full, buxom human body of the hourglass type -- a minor shank but ample rose hip and round, inviting breasts and ass. Her feminine stunner is matched by her warmness and an animal magnetism that she exudes. Men have always been drawn to her, and watching men admire and desire her has been my sterling beginning of pride. Needless to say, I worship the ground she walks on.

My honcho, Karl, is a crude, loud, arrogant bully. I admit that he is an efficient salesman, part of his natural aggression and assurance, but I ca n't stand 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 company, and simply was n't pulling my weight unit. I was on probation and on the verge of losing my job. In a last-ditch bid to hold on my job, I thought I might invite Karl over for dinner at my flat. The sole rationality I thought he might accept the invitation was because I had noticed him eyeing my wife once at a company party. I worked up my courage to ask round him, and, to my keen relief, he did, in fact, accept.

Marie has many fine caliber, as I 've already indicated, but cooking and cleaning are not among them. On the day of the dinner, I left employment early to buy wine-colored and groceries, clean the family, and misrepresent a squeamish dinner. Marie could see that I was very aflutter. In the hour before Karl 's arrival, I asked Marie if she was going to change her clothes. She looked surprised. She was wearing her common, somewhat conservative wear. `` What 's wrong with this ? '' she said. I told her that I would really like it if she could assume something just a little bit sexy.

I nervously told her that I thought Karl was about to dismiss me, and that my only Leslie Townes Hope was this dinner, and the intellection that somehow Marie would be able to persuade him to let me keep my job.

'' If you think I can facilitate, Howie, then of path 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 shirt at the time, I asked her to put that one on. Marie also generally wore picayune make up, her born beauty really needs no enhancing, but I asked her to put on lipstick and eye shadow for the affair. She could tell that I really wanted her to make an effect on Karl.

As the doorbell rang, I took one last look at Marie, and took one small activeness that probably changed the relief of my life. I reached up, and unbuttoned two more buttons on her sweater, which revealed her deep, fat segmentation. I gave her a kiss 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 chest. Although Karl disgusted me, I also could n't help but feel immense pride in Marie. As I mentioned, I have always enjoyed watching other men admire Marie 's stunner ; it makes me feel lucky at least in one -- I would say the most authoritative -- section 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 dish aerial back and forth, fetching wine and refilling their glasses. Karl spent nearly of dinner party ogling Marie 's breasts. At to the lowest degree he seemed to be enjoying himself. And she did too.

After dinner party, Marie invited Karl to conjoin her on the sofa. I went to get another nursing bottle of wine. When I came back, I could see that Marie 's short-circuit skirt was hiked up very high gear on her thighs. Karl was playing with Marie 's fingers, telling her she should really endure arrest 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 floor about my assorted failure that got Marie laughing. He told her, `` I was just about to give the sack the little wimp, and I think I still will. ``

Marie rose to the challenge. `` What if we invited you to dinner Saame clip next hebdomad ? You would n't displace Howie for the following week, would you ? '' As she asked the question, she leaned toward Karl, and her chest almost spilled out of her sweater entirely.

'' Just to see them juggs again would be worth keeping the little 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 doorway, telling him what a fun evening it was. She gave him a hug, and I thought he held it a bit yearner than right, but then he left.

I fretted all the succeeding week. Prior to the next dinner, I took Marie out to shop for collar refinement. We could n't give 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 base, 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 weary for the next big night. After many endeavour, we settled finally on a silky, creamy-white translucent 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 direction of buttoning the blouse, and saw to it that it revealed mountain of cleavage. I chose a longer, wrap-around dame that tends to fall and split very high up on Marie 's thigh whenever she sits down and crosses her legs.

The dinner was pretty much a repeat of the week before. I was amazed at what a near 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 spot, Karl asked Marie what she saw in me. She commented on my `` fragrancy, '' 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 track, but I wish she had n't said it.

Karl wanted a demonstration. So Marie said to me, `` seed here Baby doll. '' No one before had ever heard Marie 's secret pet name for me, I was surprised and embarrassed that Marie had used her pet gens for me in front line of my political boss. Karl guffawed. I blushed and came toward Marie. `` On your knees, sister Doll, come to Mama. '' I was mortified, now she had said not only her pet epithet for me, but her well-nigh intimate pet name for herself when we are making making love. Probably remembering all the aid I had taken during the week in pampering her feet, Marie said, `` Mama 's fundament are tired and dirty. have off my shoe and lick my toes
clean and knead my jade substructure. '' With Karl roaring with laughter and thinking this was the funniest affair 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 stop. She told me to serve the following course, and the dinner continued.

As they became more animated, I became more and more withdrawn and quiet. That did n't look to incommode them any. They pretty much ignored me, except to ask me for more food or wine-coloured. They again wound up on the lounge 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 closed book of looking -- caught at to the lowest degree a glance of her panties. He admired the nail burnish, holding her hands, and playing with her fingers all the while. He said he liked redder pass with flying colors polish, and that with her coloring, 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 workplace, how worthless I was, and how he really needed to fire me, and, again, Marie got him to agree off for another week by inviting him to dinner again.

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

sprightliness at oeuvre was miserable. Karl would crap crude comments about Marie 's dead body and lost no chance to derogate me, even in front of my co-worker. He even started calling me doll sister in gross revenue meetings, not even getting the name right. He would say, `` Doll Baby, go get me a mob of cigarettes. '' And I would go get them for him.

With each dinner, Marie became successively more sexy in her dress and score 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 frightful oaf he is.

Even on our limited budget, we devoted what money we had to buy provocative blouses and sexy brassiere that accentuated the fullness of her breasts and the profundity of her cleavage, and skirts that would be sure to evince mess of creamy thigh.

One dinner party, Karl returned to the question of what Marie could possibly see in me. He said, `` He 's such a loser. He 's a total unsuccessful person, he 's not good looking, he has no sense of body fluid. Does he take in a really big dick, or what ? '' Marie laughed and told him that no, on the contrary, I had a very diminished penis. She said that because I would do anything to please her and had so little 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 bat her both fore and aft, something that none of her previous lovers would do. Karl thought that particularly hilarious.

Again, I was embarrassed that Marie was so loose with our fiddling matrimonial secrets.

After that revelation, at work, he would cause remarks about me being an `` ass kisser '' and a `` browned noser '' and other tasteless scuttlebutt relating to my oral exam regression on my wife 's bottom. He also discovered that Marie gives me the honor of buying her panties and picking out which pair for her to jade each day. Karl made it a distributor point every day at oeuvre to ask me to describe what pantie Marie was wearing that day. Although it was humiliating to respond, I could n't resist describing them in heavy particular, and found myself getting an erection every time I described the panty she was wearing back household as we spoke.

Another evening, Karl let it be known that he liked the idea of garter rap and stockings, so later that hebdomad we went out and added them to Marie 's press. We got a hale corps de ballet, a sexy black bra, and a tight V-necked plunge blouse that was so belittled it left practically of her waist exposed, and a very small mordant mini-skirt with a cunt on one thigh. Underneath was a black garter rap, string-bikini, stockings set, topped off with a pair of heights stiletto heels. It made Marie look like the classic Daniel Chester French prostitute.

After dinner that nighttime, 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 supporter. Although I had watched his hands casually ghost 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 branch. He got his hands up to the tops 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 a great deal voiced the interior of her thigh is than the international. I could n't believe the sacrifice she was making for me. When he tried to motivate his hired hand up to palpate her pantie -- we had picked out a matching blackamoor string bikini, though I had no musical theme Karl would ever unwrap it -- she finally brushed him away.

That nighttime, when Marie bid Karl goodnight at the straw man 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 pot. Their mouths were open, and they were devouring each other. I was petrified. Should I cave in it up to protect Marie ? If I did, would I lose my job ? I just stayed watching. After about five minutes of kissing, Karl 's hands really started working on Marie 's backside. Soon the skirt was hiked up over her ass, and he was kneading her bottom through the string Bikini. Marie was putting on a good act. She was moving into Karl, not away, as would be anyone 's instinctive reaction. She actually seemed to be grinding her body against him. They continued groping and fumbling in the doorway for some time. And I quietly watched, trying to be as invisible as possible.

When Karl finally left, Marie walked back into the sustenance room. Her fuzz was mussed up, her lip rouge smeared, her dame was hiked up high on her hips, and she walked unsteadily in her high blackguard -- she looked incredibly sexy. As she came close to me, I saw a hickey on her neck, and a big wet, spunk bit on her blouse. I immediately started apologizing to her for putting her through this humiliating experience. I fell to my knees in straw man of her and hugged her. In doing so, I wiped my face on Karl 's kindling. I guess it
was a way of sharing the humiliation. We did n't even get to our bedroom. I began nuzzling between her legs, and unfirm 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 font between her legs, mixing her swither and moisture with Karl 's cum and my rent and spittle. 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 former 's arms.

One Night that workweek when we were already in bed, the phone rang. It was Karl. He wanted to spill 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 time, imagining his big spit filling her mouth and wanting his big turncock there too. He apparently was trying to get her to add up 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 firm as a Guest, but she reminded him that she was entertaining him because he was my boss, and she wanted to keep him felicitous. Then it sounded like he was asking her for sex. `` I 'd really like that too, Karl, '' she said, `` but think about miserable Howie. ``

There was a hanker 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 cover your capitulum, '' she said. I did as I was told and started lapping between her pegleg. I heard her say, `` filling me up, Karl, I want you, big and hard. '' Then, she pressed her thighs against my head, so I could n't hear lots, but as she orgasmed, she loosened her bag, 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 date. Marie made Karl promise to bring her a give, and said if they were going to start really having sex, she wanted a exhibit from him each time, as well as a $ 100 bonus for me in my next pay envelope. Karl seemed to match, 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 position where she had to pretend to obtain 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 nail 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 agreement meeting, he said, `` Hey, Doll child run down and get me a candy bar. '' I went to the peddling machine and got him something in a colorful wrap. When I came back, he said, `` What kinda fag candy is that ? Get me a real number candy bar. '' So I went back and got him another. All the other sales event associates watched me kowtow to him, and I again felt absolutely humiliated.

In readying for the next dinner, I again applied breeze through polish to Marie, this time a hot pink color, and helped her with her hair and gain up ( which seemed to be applied heavier and darker with each sojourn ). I also helped her plectron out her closet. That night, we picked a pair of closely petty pinko spandex short-shorts cut high up on her bottom and low on her waist. They hugged her crotch domain, outlining everything, and making it clear that there was nothing underneath. Before dinner, I helped trim back and trim her pubic field, because the shorts were more telling than most Bikini bottoms.

For the top, instead of the usual cleavage-revealing shirt or blouse, we chose a loose halter top that tied at the nucha of the neck and across the back. With no bra underneath, Marie 's breast were left to swing and sway with the little movement. Her mammilla poked at the slight cotton material.

Karl did indeed lend Marie a present, a tasteless negligee, the variety sold in pornographic book stores. 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 fundament into the slipper. Then, Marie jumped in his lap, and they started kissing and fooling around. I went back into the kitchen to make final readying for dinner party. When I called them in for dinner party, they came with practically giggling. The tie-in to Marie 's haltere top
were sunk, and she asked me to help oneself 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 face while he ate. At Marie 's suggestion, I had prepared the table for two with candle to collapse it a more quixotic flavor. Marie had also put some thought into my closet. She had me dress like a waiter, smuggled slacks and white shirt. I spent most of the dinner in the kitchen.

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

After dinner, as Karl and Marie walked into the sustenance room, his hand was squeezing her ass. I have to admit that her bottom never looked endearing than in those taut, spandex short shorts, and it was intelligible that anyone would require to grab her ass, especially the fathom third base, that delectable one shot character where ass meets leg, that was exposed by the knickers 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 countenance him to act that way for my sake. As I cleared the board, I saw them making out on the lounge. Marie was form of on top of Karl, kissing him and running her fingers through his haircloth. 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 fingerbreadth inside her knickers. As he worked his hands, her shorts covered less and lupus erythematosus of
her bottom.

Her merchant ship was so beautiful, I could n't avail but be mesmerized and aroused, despite my jealousy. I would have loved to take sucked on her posterior rightfulness then and there, but knew that I could n't because Karl would n't like it.

Marie called me over. `` sister Doll, we 're getting uncomfortable on the sofa. Will you be a estimable piffling baby doll and put fresh sheets on our bed, and light some cd in the bedroom for Karl and me ? ``

I prepared a gracious piffling love nest for Marie and Karl. We had some scented cd, and I found our delicate sheets. Finally, I put some soft, romanticist music on the CD-player, a speck Marie had n't even asked for. I was looking forward in a depraved way to kneeling at the animal foot of the bed and watching my beautiful wife having sex with my horrible brute of a boss.

But the eventide did n't go according to my plan. When I returned to the sustenance room, to tell Karl and Marie that our chamber was ready, Karl looked at me like I had just interrupted them, and as though I had no business being in my own apartment.

Karl told me he wanted an after dinner cognac and cigar to go with his new slippers. He handed me some money and told me to get lost. I wanted to stay. I thought it my rightful place as Marie 's husband to rest a the foot of my wedding bed and follow my beauty being ravished by the creature, but orders are gild, and, grudgingly, I had to leave.

'' Oh, and Baby doll, '' Marie added, `` when you get back, I want you to smoothen Karl 's shoe. They 're all scuffed up, and we ca n't ingest our big boss man walking around with scuffed up brake shoe. I want you to be a good shoe shine 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 threshold, waiting for me to glitter them. Also, on the sofa, were Marie 's pinko spandex trunks and halter top. Karl must have 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 house for me to pick up and dry wash, I rubbed my face in the still moist fork of her shorts, inhaled
the aroma, and played with myself a little bit.

But then I realized I needed to get to exploit. I had a job to do. I got out the brake shoe clash, smooth, and polisher, and sat on the floor outside my bedchamber door and began shining Karl 's skid. While doing that, I listened intently to every rustling, giggle, and groan emanating from my bedroom. The worst voice was hearing Marie exclaim, `` Oh Karl, fuck me secure. Oh, God, you fuck so upright. Yes, yes, replete my pussycat, Oh God, your peter feels so good. Yes. Harder. You 're so hard. 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 sleeping accommodation. I had never heard a bad discussion out of her mouth before, and yet this watercourse of profanity issued from her pure and beautiful lips.

After too long a waiting, the door opened and Karl came out. He bent to scrutinize the shoes. `` Not too bad, '' he said, `` maybe we 'll happen a use for you yet. '' He sat on one of our chairs and said, `` seed here, Baby dame. Take off my skidder and put my place back on me. '' Shaking with hatred and fear, I knelt in presence of Karl and put his shoes on him. He looked at the cognac and cigar I had laid out for him. `` Save 'em for succeeding workweek, '' he said, `` I got ta get home and give my married woman a serious fucking too. '' He got up and left without
another word.

I crept into the darkened sleeping room with the candela still flickering and subdued music playacting. `` Do you love him More than me ? '' I whispered, my voice cracking.

'' Oh, child skirt, you know Mama wuvs her widdle biddie baby, '' Marie said in the babe lecture voice she knows that just melts me.

'' Come to mamma. 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 biddy sister skirt, '' she said again. `` Bad Bossy Mahn made momma all wet and huuuhrting and duhrrty. ``

I snuggled between her pegleg, and started lapping and cleaning her inner thigh and the whole jismy and silklike sphere 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 process, I was purport on sucking and licking away every trace of Karl. After her orgasm, she pulled me up. `` Let Mama feel babe 's widdle peenie inside me. '' I wiggled inside her inviting wetness and warmth. `` Ooooh, baby 's widdle biddie peenie feels so nice and comfortable womfy. Not like that big bad foreman man who hurt mommy with his BIG, HARD, COCK. ``

Her spokesperson completely changed tone on the shoemaker's last three words, and as she gasped with what seemed to be the retentiveness of Karl 's penis pounding inside her, I came with a little pip-squeak, not having been inside her Thomas More than 10 seconds.

As I lay in bed cuddled in the inside spoonful positioning next to Marie in the dark I realized that in one way Karl was a better 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 life for me was actual, 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 consequence to the idea that having us both was not only a career rescuer for me, but probably best for Marie as well.

Karl continues to come for his hebdomadal dinner party. He continues to humiliate me at work and at house. I could quit my job and happen another that probably would be no worse. 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 matter. What matters is Marie. My life revolves around her. What I love the most is knowing the king that she has over me. Karl may think he 's in control. But I know better. Marie is the one in the middle who controls everything. I still, and always will, worship the priming she walks on.

Proudly signed,

willing Wimp .