There is a lot of talking these twenty-four hour period about sexual harassment. I am a case in head, but with an odd whirl. My manful heterosexual knob sexually harasses me, another male heterosexual. How could that be ? It all revolves around my wife. Let me explain.

With one exception, I 've been a failure in life-time. A below average bookman, not acrobatic, no special talents, not much to look at, and barely able to hold a job as a salesman. All my spirit 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 middle and chestnut haircloth, a naturally lightly tanned complexion, and a full-of-the-moon, busty figure of the hourglass type -- a small-scale waist but copious articulatio coxae and round, inviting breasts and ass. Her feminine ravisher is matched by her warmheartedness and an brute 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. Needless to say, I worship the ground she walks on.

My foreman, Karl, is a crude, loud, arrogant bully. I admit that he is an efficacious salesman, part of his born aggressiveness and self-confidence, but I ca n't stick out him. He is also very intimidating, and I have always been especially unsure in his presence.

I had the fewest cut-rate sale of anyone in the caller, 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 keep my job, I thought I might ask in Karl over for dinner at my apartment. The only ground I thought he might accept the invitation was because I had noticed him eyeing my married woman once at a fellowship party. I worked up my courageousness to invite him, and, to my enceinte relievo, 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, I left work early to buy wine and market, clean the theater, and make a dainty dinner party. Marie could see that I was very nervous. In the hour before Karl 's reaching, I asked Marie if she was going to change her dress. She looked surprised. She was wearing her common, somewhat conservative wear. `` What 's incorrect with this ? '' she said. I told her that I would really like it if she could wear something just a slight bit sexy.

I nervously told her that I thought Karl was about to dismiss me, and that my alone promise was this dinner party, and the mentation that somehow Marie would be able to persuade him to let me keep open my job.

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

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

As the buzzer rang, I took one last face at Marie, and took one trivial legal action that probably changed the eternal sleep of my lifespan. I reached up, and unbuttoned two more than button on her sweater, which revealed her deep, full-bodied cleavage. I gave her a kiss before opening the room access and greeting Karl.

Karl hardly glanced at me. His eyes lit up at the flock of Marie, and, crude soul that he is, he stared openly and lustfully at Marie 's white meat. Although Karl disgusted me, I also could n't facilitate but feel immense superbia in Marie. As I mentioned, I have always enjoyed watching early men admire Marie 's looker ; it makes me feel favourable at to the lowest degree in one -- I would say the most important -- portion of my life.

Dinner went well. I am not very much of a conversationalist, especially with Karl. But Marie kept up a conversation, and I ran back and forth to the kitchen, bringing dishes back and Forth, fetching wine and refilling their methamphetamine. Karl spent most of dinner ogling Marie 's breast. At least he seemed to be enjoying himself. And she did too.

After dinner party, Marie invited Karl to join her on the lounge. I went to get another bottle of wine. When I came back, I could see that Marie 's short dame was hiked up very high-pitched on her second joint. Karl was playing with Marie 's finger, telling her she should really wear collar 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 stories about my various unsuccessful person that got Marie laughing. He told her, `` I was just about to fire the minuscule wimp, and I think I still will. ``

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

'' Just to see them juggs again would be worth keeping the little crybaby another week, '' he said. So, without even a glimpse to me, Marie invited Karl to dinner the watch over week.

As he left, Marie stood at the room access, 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 following week. Prior to the next dinner, I took Marie out to shop for nab polish. We could n't give a right 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 ft, 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 fag for the next big night. After many endeavour, we settled finally on a silky, creamy-white translucent buttoned-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 cleavage. I chose a longer, wrap-around wench that tends to shine and divide very high up on Marie 's thigh whenever she sits down and crosses her legs.

The dinner was pretty very much a repeat of the week before. I was amazed at what a unspoilt actress Marie was. She was absolutely convincing in pretending that she was entranced by Karl. She laughed at his jest, hung on every word, her optic twinkled at everything he said, and she took every opportunity to brush against him or bear on him.

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

Karl wanted a demonstration. So Marie said to me, `` Come here Baby dolly. '' No one before had ever heard Marie 's hugger-mugger pet name for me, I was surprised and embarrassed that Marie had used her pet epithet for me in front man of my boss. Karl guffawed. I blushed and came toward Marie. `` On your knee joint, sister dame, issue forth to Mama. '' I was mortified, now she had said not only her pet name for me, but her most suggest pet public figure for herself when we are making love. Probably remembering all the care I had taken during the workweek in pampering her foot, Marie said, `` Mama 's metrical foot are tired and filthy. accept off my shoes and lick my toes
sporting and rub down my tired foundation. '' With Karl roaring with laughter and thinking this was the funniest matter he ever saw, I began licking and massaging Marie 's substructure as she sat there at the table.

After it no longer seemed to disport them anymore, Marie told me to stop. She told me to answer the next course, and the dinner party continued.

As they became more animated, I became more and to a greater extent withdrawn and still. That did n't appear to bother them any. They pretty much ignored me, except to ask me for more food or vino. They again wound up on the sofa and, indeed, Marie 's skirt fell away, and she made no attempt whatsoever to compensate herself, allowing it nearly to extend to her privates. In fact, I suspect that Karl -- who made no secret of looking -- caught at least a glance of her panties. He admired the nail culture, holding her hands, and playing with her fingers all the patch. He said he liked crimson nail 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 body of work, how worthless I was, and how he really needed to give notice me, and, again, Marie got him to hold off for another hebdomad by inviting him to dinner again.

So started our own little 1001 night. The only thing that kept me from being fired, was my wife 's promise to remain her seductive dinners.

Life at employment was miserable. Karl would make gross gossip about Marie 's eubstance and lost no opportunity to belittle me, even in front line of my co-worker. He even started calling me chick Baby in sales group meeting, not even getting the name right. He would say, `` Doll sister, go get me a plurality of cigarettes. '' And I would go get them for him.

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

Even on our limited budget, we devoted what money we had to buy provocative blouses and sexy bras that accentuated the fullness of her boob and the depth of her cleavage, and skirts that would be sure as shooting to indicate plenitude of creamy thigh.

One dinner, Karl returned to the motion of what Marie could possibly see in me. He said, `` He 's such a loser. He 's a add together nonstarter, he 's not good looking, he has no sentience of liquid body substance. Does he have a really big dick, or what ? '' Marie laughed and told him that no, on the contrary, I had a very minor penis. She said that because I would do anything to please her and had so picayune ego, I would lick her anyplace she liked, and that she particularly liked that when I was pleasuring her down below with my tongue, I would lick her both bow and aft, something that none of her previous lovers would do. Karl thought that particularly hilarious.

Again, I was embarrassed that Marie was so afford with our petty marital secrets.

After that Book of Revelation, at work, he would make remarks about me being an `` ass smiler '' and a `` brown noser '' and other tasteless scuttlebutt relating to my oral fixation on my wife 's rear. He also discovered that Marie gives me the honour of buying her pantie and picking out which pair for her to tire out each day. Karl made it a point every day at piece of work to ask me to report what step-in Marie was wearing that day. Although it was humiliating to answer, I could n't stand firm describing them in swell detail, and found myself getting an erection every meter 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 garter rap and stockings, so later that week we went out and added them to Marie 's wardrobe. We got a hale corps de ballet, a sexy black bra, and a slopped V-necked plunge blouse that was so diminished it left much of her shank exposed, and a very small Shirley Temple mini-skirt with a slit on one thigh. Underneath was a ignominious garter rap, 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 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 garter. Although I had watched his hands casually tinge Marie 's wooden leg before, this fourth dimension he said he wanted to experience if they were the silky kind. So Marie slid over and put her pegleg across his lap, and he began stroking her legs. He got his hands up to the tops of the stockings and even touched her bare second joint `` 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 soft the inside of her thigh is than the outside. I could n't consider the sacrifice she was making for me. When he tried to move his helping hand up to sense her scanty -- we had picked out a matching black 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 nominal head door, the hug became much longer. I stood some length away, but I could see them. They were kissing. It was n't a good-night heap. Their mouths were open, and they were devouring each other. I was petrified. Should I break it up to protect Marie ? If I did, would I misplace my job ? I just stayed watching. After about five minutes of kissing, Karl 's hands really started working on Marie 's derriere. Soon the doll was hiked up over her ass, and he was kneading her bottom through the string bikini. Marie was putting on a trade good act. She was moving into Karl, not away, as would be anyone 's natural chemical reaction. She actually seemed to be grinding her trunk 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 keep room. Her whisker was mussed up, her lipstick smeared, her chick was hiked up high on her hip, and she walked unsteadily in her gamey heels -- she looked incredibly sexy. As she came close to me, I saw a zit on her neck, and a big wet, spunk dapple on her blouse. I immediately started apologizing to her for putting her through this mortify experience. I fell to my human knee in front of her and hugged her. In doing so, I wiped my nerve 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 branch, and unfirm 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 swither and moisture with Karl 's cum and my tears and spittle. Marie had a shuddering sexual climax, and pulled me up to finish making be intimate to her. We fell asleep right there on the sofa in each other 's arms.

One night that calendar week when we were already in bed, the sound rang. It was Karl. He wanted to let the cat out of the bag 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 natural language filling her oral cavity and wanting his big dick 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 house as a Edgar Guest, but she reminded him that she was entertaining him because he was my honcho, and she wanted to keep him well-chosen. 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 long pause, as Karl talked on the other end. `` I told you before, Karl, that Howie will do whatever I say. '' Another pause.

'' Howie, creeping between my legs, I need to wrap up your ears, '' she said. I did as I was told and started lapping between her peg. I heard her say, `` Fill me up, Karl, I want you, big and hard. '' Then, she pressed her second joint against my head, so I could n't hear much, but as she orgasmed, she loosened her grip, and I heard her still talking into the earpiece, `` Oh, Yes, Karl, yes, do me. ``

It looked like the succeeding dinner was going to be a real number appointment. Marie made Karl promise to bring in her a present, and said if they were going to set out really having sex, she wanted a present from him each sentence, as well as a $ 100 bonus for me in my adjacent pay envelope. Karl seemed to check, and they hung up.

I thanked Marie for being so self sacrificing for me and for being so dedicated to our man and wife, and I apologized for putting her in a position where she had to pretend to find oneself 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 sentence. I told her it was the greatest cogent evidence of her love for me.

Karl continued to be unbearable at piece of work. One day, in the meeting of a sales meeting, he said, `` Hey, wench sister run down and get me a confect bar. '' I went to the vending 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 confect bar. '' So I went back and got him another. All the other sales associates watched me suck up to him, and I again felt absolutely humiliated.

In preparation for the next dinner party, I again applied nail polish to Marie, this meter a hot pinko color, and helped her with her hair and realize up ( which seemed to be applied grueling and darker with each visit ). I also helped her plectrum out her wardrobe. That Night, we picked a pair of tight small pinkish spandex short-shorts cut high gear on her can and low on her waistline. They hugged her crotch area, outlining everything, and making it clear that there was nothing underneath. Before dinner party, I helped bring down and plane her pubic country, because the shorts were more revealing than most bikini bottoms.

For the top, instead of the common cleavage-revealing shirt or blouse, we chose a loose halter top that tied at the nape of the cervix and across the back. With no bra underneath, Marie 's breasts were left to swing and sway with the svelte apparent motion. Her teat poked at the thin cotton material.

Karl did indeed bring in Marie a present, a tasteless negligee, the variety sold in adult volume stores. To my surprisal, Marie bought Karl a portray 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 human foot 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 readiness for dinner party. When I called them in for dinner party, they came with much giggling. The tie-in to Marie 's halter top
were unwrap, and she asked me to help re-tie them.

By now, I had lost my spot at the dinner party table. Karl had complained that it was a drag seeing my scowling and glum human face while he ate. At Marie 's prompting, I had prepared the table for two with candles to reach it a more romantic flavor. Marie had also put some thought into my wardrobe. She had me attire like a server, bleak slacks and White shirt. I spent well-nigh of the dinner in the kitchen.

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

After dinner, as Karl and Marie walked into the living way, his hand was squeezing her ass. I have to admit that her bottom never looked lovelier than in those plastered, spandex short shorts, and it was perceivable that anyone would want to snaffle her ass, especially the bottom third, that delicious round section where ass meets leg, that was exposed by the pants riding up her buns.

Marie pretended that she was enjoying Karl 's dirty paw 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 board, I saw them making out on the lounge. Marie was form of on top of Karl, kissing him and running her fingerbreadth through his hair. Karl 's hands were planted on Marie 's ass, which was pointed ever so fetchingly in my focusing. I watched as he kept slipping his finger's breadth inside her pants. As he worked his men, her shorts covered less and less of
her bottom.

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

Marie called me over. `` child Doll, we 're getting uncomfortable on the sofa. Will you be a good piddling baby wench and put fresh sheets on our bed, and light some candles in the bedroom for Karl and me ? ``

I prepared a nice minuscule love draw close for Marie and Karl. We had some scented candles, and I found our softest sheets. Finally, I put some subdued, romantic euphony on the CD-player, a touch Marie had n't even asked for. I was looking forward in a depraved way to kneeling at the human foot of the bed and watching my beautiful wife having sex with my horrible brute of a boss.

But the evening did n't go according to my plans. When I returned to the life way, to tell 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 being in my own apartment.

Karl told me he wanted an after dinner cognac and cigar to go with his new skidder. He handed me some money and told me to get lost. I wanted to detain. I thought it my rightful place as Marie 's hubby to stay a the foot of my marriage bed and watch my dish being ravished by the beast, but orders are lodge, and, grudgingly, I had to leave.

'' Oh, and Baby bird, '' Marie added, `` when you get back, I want you to shine Karl 's brake shoe. 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 good shoe shine boy make them all squeamish and shiney. ``

When I came back from the John Barleycorn stock, Marie and Karl were in our bedroom. The threshold was closed, and Karl 's shoes were sitting outside the door, waiting for me to beam them. Also, on the sofa, were Marie 's pink spandex shorts and halter top. Karl must have stripped her defenseless before they even got into the bedroom. As I often do when I am alone with Marie 's dirty dress, which she usually leaves lying around the house for me to pluck up and lavation, I rubbed my brass in the still moist private parts of her shorts, inhaled
the olfactory property, and played with myself a little bit.

But then I realized I needed to get to work on. I had a job to do. I got out the shoe coppice, polish, and buffer zone, and sat on the floor outside my sleeping accommodation door and began shining Karl 's shoes. While doing that, I listened intently to every rustle, giggle, and moan emanating from my bedroom. The worst part was hearing Marie exclaim, `` Oh Karl, fuck me good. Oh, God, you fuck so good. Yes, yes, take my pussycat, Oh God, your shaft tone so good. Yes. Harder. You 're so arduous. God, YES. ``

I recognized her vocalization, 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 hold, the door opened and Karl came out. He bent to inspect the shoes. `` Not too bad, '' he said, `` maybe we 'll find a use for you yet. '' He sat on one of our chairs and said, `` ejaculate here, baby Doll. Take off my slipper and put my shoe back on me. '' Shaking with hatred and fear, I knelt in front of Karl and put his shoe on him. He looked at the cognac and cigar I had laid out for him. `` Save 'em for next week, '' he said, `` I got ta get home and give my married woman a soundly piece of tail too. '' He got up and left without
another word.

I crept into the darkened bedroom with the cd still flickering and soft euphony playing. `` Do you love him More than me ? '' I whispered, my voice cracking.

'' Oh, baby dame, you know momma wuvs her widdle biddie baby, '' Marie said in the infant talk vocalization she knows that just melts me.

'' Come to mummy. ejaculate and snog 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 babe dolly, '' she said again. `` Bad Bossy Mahn made mamma all wet and huuuhrting and duhrrty. ``

I snuggled between her leg, and started lapping and cleaning her inner thigh and the altogether jismy and slickness surface area in between.

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

I brought Marie to a slowly building, lovesome and glowing orgasm with my tongue. In the physical process, I was spirit on sucking and licking away every hint of Karl. After her orgasm, she pulled me up. `` Let Mama finger baby 's widdle peenie inside me. '' I wiggled inside her inviting wetness and affectionateness. `` Ooooh, baby 's widdle biddie peenie smell so courteous and comfy womfy. Not like that big bad genus Bos man who hurt Mama with his BIG, HARD, cock. ``

Her spokesperson completely changed tone on the last three words, and as she gasped with what seemed to be the memory 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 office next to Marie in the dark I realized that in one way Karl was a practiced 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 lovemaking for me was echt, 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 import to the thought that having us both was not only a calling saver for me, but probably best for Marie as well.

Karl continues to come for his weekly dinners. He continues to humiliate me at body of work and at home. I could depart my job and rule 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 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 suppose he 's in control. But I know better. Marie is the one in the middle who controls everything. I still, and always will, revere the primer she walks on.

Proudly signed,

willing wimp .