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

With one exclusion, I 've been a failure in life. A below average bookman, not athletic, no special gift, not much to look at, and barely able-bodied to confine a job as a salesman. All my animation I 've been called an underperformer. 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, dark-brown eyes and chestnut hair, a naturally lightly tanned complexion, and a full, buxom design of the hourglass type -- a small waist but sizable hip joint and round, inviting breasts and ass. Her womanly dish is matched by her warmth and an animal magnetic attraction that she exudes. Men have always been drawn to her, and watching men admire and desire her has been my greatest source of superbia. Needless to say, I worship the ground she walks on.

My boss, Karl, is a crude, loud, chesty bully. I admit that he is an in force salesman, part of his cancel aggression and sureness, but I ca n't stand him. He is also very intimidating, and I have always been especially timid in his presence.

I had the fewest sales of anyone in the party, 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 keep my job, I thought I might bid Karl over for dinner at my apartment. The only ground I thought he might live with the invitation was because I had noticed him eyeing my wife once at a companionship company. I worked up my courage to bid him, and, to my great relief, he did, in fact, accept.

Marie has many exquisitely qualities, 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-coloured and groceries, clean the theatre, and misrepresent a nice dinner. Marie could see that I was very spooky. 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 clothing. `` What 's improper with this ? '' she said. I told her that I would really like it if she could wear something just a little bit sexy.

I nervously told her that I thought Karl was about to arouse me, and that my only when promise was this dinner party, and the thinking that somehow Marie would be capable to persuade him to let me go along my job.

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

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

As the buzzer rang, I took one end spirit at Marie, and took one small activeness that probably changed the rest of my life. I reached up, and unbuttoned two more buttons on her perspirer, which revealed her deep, rich 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 soul that he is, he stared openly and lustfully at Marie 's breasts. Although Karl disgusted me, I also could n't help but palpate immense superbia in Marie. As I mentioned, I have always enjoyed watching early men admire Marie 's ravisher ; it makes me palpate golden at least in one -- I would say the most important -- section of my life.

dinner went well. I am not much of a schmoozer, 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 ice. 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 connect her on the lounge. I went to get another bottleful of wine. When I came back, I could see that Marie 's short dame was hiked up very high up on her thigh. Karl was playing with Marie 's fingers, telling her she should really wear nail 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 risible news report about my versatile failures that got Marie laughing. He told her, `` I was just about to force out the lilliputian wimp, and I think I still will. ``

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

'' Just to see them juggs again would be deserving keeping the little wimp another calendar week, '' he said. So, without even a glance 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 proper, but then he left.

I fretted all the side by side calendar week. Prior to the succeeding dinner party, I took Marie out to shop for blast 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 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 science that I very much enjoyed.

I also worried about what Marie should wear upon for the following big nighttime. After many attempt, we settled finally on a silky, cream-colored semitransparent buttoned-down blouse. Under it, we chose a low cut, creamy, front-clasping bra that pushed up her breast a bit. Again, I was in tutelage of buttoning the blouse, and saw to it that it revealed hatful of cleavage. I chose a longer, wrap-around skirt that tends to fall and split very mellow up on Marie 's thigh whenever she sits down and crosses her legs.

The dinner was pretty a good deal a repeat 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 countersign, her eyes twinkled at everything he said, and she took every opportunity to sweep against him or equal him.

At one decimal point, Karl asked Marie what she saw in me. She commented on my `` sweetness, '' and my cultism, 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 manifestation. So Marie said to me, `` come here infant Doll. '' No one before had ever heard Marie 's occult pet name for me, I was surprised and embarrassed that Marie had used her pet name for me in front of my boss. Karl guffawed. I blushed and came toward Marie. `` On your knees, Baby Doll, come to mom. '' I was mortified, now she had said not only her pet epithet for me, but her most intimate pet name for herself when we are making honey. Probably remembering all the care I had taken during the week in pampering her feet, Marie said, `` Mama 's ft are tired and soiled. adopt off my place and lick my toes
uncontaminating and massage my tired feet. '' With Karl roaring with laughter and thinking this was the funniest matter he ever saw, I began licking and massaging Marie 's foot as she sat there at the table.

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

As they became more reanimate, I became more and More withdrawn and quiet. That did n't seem to inconvenience oneself 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 cover herself, allowing it nearly to get hold of her crotch. In fact, I suspect that Karl -- who made no enigma of looking -- caught at least a glimpse of her panties. He admired the nail polish, holding her hands, and playing with her fingers all the patch. He said he liked redder 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 work, how worthless I was, and how he really needed to fire me, and, again, Marie got him to hold off for another week by inviting him to dinner again.

So started our own footling 1001 dark. The lone affair that kept me from being fired, was my married woman 's promise to go forward her seductive dinners.

Life at piece of work was miserable. Karl would create gross comments about Marie 's body and lost no opportunity to minimize me, even in battlefront of my workfellow. He even started calling me Doll Baby in sales coming together, not even getting the gens right. He would say, `` doll infant, go get me a pack of butt. '' And I would go get them for him.

With each dinner, Marie became successively more sexy in her wearing apparel and realize 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 horrible lump 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 segmentation, and dame that would be surely to exhibit plenty of creamy thigh.

One dinner, Karl returned to the motion of what Marie could possibly see in me. He said, `` He 's such a unsuccessful person. He 's a total failure, he 's not good looking, he has no sense of sense of humour. Does he accept a really big dick, or what ? '' Marie laughed and told him that no, on the contrary, I had a very small penis. She said that because I would do anything to delight her and had so little ego, I would lap her anywhere she liked, and that she particularly liked that when I was pleasuring her down below with my knife, I would lick 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 undetermined with our short marital secrets.

After that Apocalypse, at work, he would shit remarks about me being an `` ass kisser '' and a `` browned noser '' and early tasteless comments relating to my viva voce fixation on my married woman 's prat. He also discovered that Marie gives me the accolade of buying her scanty and picking out which duet for her to fatigue each day. Karl made it a compass point every day at oeuvre to ask me to describe what panties Marie was wearing that day. Although it was humiliating to answer, I could n't resist describing them in great point, and found myself getting an erection every time I described the scanty she was wearing back dwelling house as we spoke.

Another even, Karl let it be known that he liked the idea of supporter belts and stockings, so later that week we went out and added them to Marie 's wardrobe. We got a entirely ensemble, a aphrodisiac black bra, and a tight V-necked plunge blouse that was so small it left much of her waist exposed, and a very lowly black mini-skirt with a slit on one thigh. Underneath was a bleak garter belt, string-bikini, stockings set, topped off with a pair of high stiletto heels. It made Marie facial expression like the classic French prostitute.

After dinner party that night, I sat in my president watching them sitting on the lounge when Marie 's allowed her skirt to boost up so Karl could see where the stockings attach to the garters. Although I had watched his mitt casually soupcon Marie 's peg before, this time he said he wanted to feel if they were the slick kind. So Marie slid over and put her legs across his lap, and he began stroking her stage. He got his manpower up to the summit of the stockings and even touched her bare second joint `` to compare '' the silkiness of the tegument and the stockings. That was bad enough, but then Marie encouraged him to compare how a good deal softer the inside of her thigh is than the outside. I could n't believe the sacrifice she was making for me. When he tried to move his hand up to feel her panties -- we had picked out a gibe opprobrious string bikini, though I had no idea Karl would ever expose it -- she finally brushed him away.

That night, when Marie bid Karl goodnight at the front 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 peck. 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 lose my job ? I just stayed watching. After about five arcminute of kissing, Karl 's hands really started working on Marie 's derriere. Soon the skirt was hiked up over her ass, and he was kneading her rear end through the drawing string bikini. Marie was putting on a good act. She was moving into Karl, not away, as would be anyone 's raw chemical reaction. She actually seemed to be grinding her dead body against him. They continued groping and fumbling in the doorway for some fourth dimension. And I quietly watched, trying to be as invisible as possible.

When Karl finally left, Marie walked back into the sustenance room. Her hairsbreadth was mussed up, her lipstick smeared, her wench was hiked up high gear on her hips, and she walked unsteadily in her high heel -- she looked incredibly sexy. As she came close to me, I saw a hickey on her neck opening, and a big wet, touchwood spot on her blouse. I immediately started apologizing to her for putting her through this humbling 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 mortification. We did n't even get to our bedroom. I began nuzzling between her leg, 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 stew and moisture with Karl 's cum and my rent and spittle. Marie had a shuddering climax, and pulled me up to finish making make out to her. We fell asleep right there on the sofa in each other 's arms.

One night that week when we were already in bed, the speech sound rang. It was Karl. He wanted to mouth with Marie. As I lay following 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 tongue filling her mouth and wanting his big hammer there too. He apparently was trying to get her to come 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 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 inadequate 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, crawl between my wooden leg, I need to cover your pinna, '' she said. I did as I was told and started lapping between her wooden leg. I heard her say, `` Fill me up, Karl, I want you, big and backbreaking. '' Then, she pressed her thighs against my head, so I could n't hear practically, but as she orgasmed, she loosened her hold, and I heard her still talking into the headphone, `` Oh, Yes, Karl, yes, do me. ``

It looked like the next dinner party was going to be a real date. Marie made Karl promise to bring her a present, and said if they were going to start really having sex, she wanted a demonstrate from him each prison term, as well as a $ 100 bonus for me in my next pay envelope. Karl seemed to correspond, and they hung up.

I thanked Marie for being so self sacrificing for me and for being so dedicated to our wedlock, and I apologized for putting her in a situation where she had to affect to get Karl attractive and now that she would actually let him own her sexually and have him pay money for it, as though she were a ...., I could n't even say the word to dispatch the sentence. I told her it was the greatest test copy of her love life for me.

Karl continued to be unbearable at work. One day, in the meeting of a sales coming together, he said, `` Hey, Doll Baby run down and get me a candy bar. '' I went to the vending machine and got him something in a colourful 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 event familiar watched me kowtow to him, and I again felt absolutely humiliated.

In preparation for the side by side dinner, I again applied nail shine to Marie, this sentence a hot garden pink color, and helped her with her hair's-breadth and pull in up ( which seemed to be applied great and darker with each visit ). I also helped her pick out her wardrobe. That night, we picked a pair of tight minuscule pink spandex short-shorts cut luxuriously on her arse and low on her waist. They hugged her crotch surface area, outlining everything, and making it gain that there was zero underneath. Before dinner party, I helped bring down and shave her pubic sphere, because the shorts were more revealing than most Bikini bottoms.

For the top, instead of the usual cleavage-revealing shirt or blouse, we chose a wanton halter top that tied at the nape of the neck and across the rear. With no bra underneath, Marie 's breasts were left to swing and sway with the slightest trend. Her mamilla poked at the thin cotton material.

Karl did indeed bring Marie a present, a tasteless peignoir, the variety sold in grown Good Book stores. To my surprise, Marie bought Karl a present as well. It was a couplet of slipper. She had Karl sit on the lounge as she knelt in front of him, took off his shoes, and slipped his ft into the carpet slipper. Then, Marie jumped in his lap, and they started kissing and fooling around. I went back into the kitchen to make final preparations for dinner. When I called them in for dinner, they came with much giggling. The tie to Marie 's halter top
were undone, and she asked me to help re-tie them.

By now, I had lost my spotlight at the dinner table. Karl had complained that it was a drag seeing my scowling and glum human face while he ate. At Marie 's hint, I had prepared the table for two with candles to give it a more romantic look. Marie had also put some thought into my press. She had me dress like a waiter, melanize morass and white shirt. I spent about of the dinner party in the kitchen.

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

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

Marie pretended that she was enjoying Karl 's dirty paws all over her. Again, I was amazed by her devotion to me to allow him to act that way for my sake. As I cleared the board, I saw them making out on the couch. Marie was sort 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 counselling. I watched as he kept slipping his digit inside her pant. As he worked his hands, her drawers covered less and less of
her bottom.

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

Marie called me over. `` Baby doll, we 're getting uncomfortable on the sofa. Will you be a unspoiled slight baby doll and put newly shroud on our bed, and light some candle in the bedroom for Karl and me ? ``

I prepared a squeamish slight beloved snuggle for Marie and Karl. We had some scented cd, and I found our softest canvas. 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 perverse way to kneeling at the substructure of the bed and watching my beautiful wife having sex with my ugly beast of a boss.

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

Karl told me he wanted an after dinner cognac and cigar to go with his new slider. He handed me some money and told me to get lost. I wanted to abide. I thought it my true place as Marie 's husband to rest a the foot of my wedlock bed and watch my beauty being ravished by the brute, but orders are rules of order, and, grudgingly, I had to leave.

'' Oh, and baby dame, '' Marie added, `` when you get back, I want you to shine Karl 's shoe. They 're all scuffed up, and we ca n't feature our big chief man walking around with scuffed up shoes. I want you to be a proficient shoe shine boy make them all nice and shiney. ``

When I came back from the liquor storehouse, Marie and Karl were in our sleeping room. The room access was closed, and Karl 's shoes were sitting outside the door, waiting for me to shine them. Also, on the sofa, were Marie 's garden pink spandex short and hangman's halter top. Karl must let stripped her naked before they even got into the bedchamber. As I often do when I am alone with Marie 's dirty clothes, which she usually leaves lying around the house for me to beak up and washing, I rubbed my facial expression in the still moist crotch of her shorts, inhaled
the aroma, and played with myself a little bit.

But then I realized I needed to get to work. I had a job to do. I got out the shoe brush, smoothen, and buffers, and sat on the floor outside my bedroom door and began shining Karl 's shoe. While doing that, I listened intently to every rustle, giggle, and groan emanating from my sleeping room. The worst office was hearing Marie exclaim, `` Oh Karl, fuck me dependable. Oh, God, you fuck so good. Yes, yes, fill my snatch, Oh God, your turncock tone so good. Yes. Harder. You 're so gruelling. God, YES. ``

I recognized her phonation, 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 word out of her sassing before, and yet this current 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 shoes. `` Not too bad, '' he said, `` maybe we 'll feel a use for you yet. '' He sat on one of our death chair and said, `` Come here, Baby skirt. Take off my slipper and put my shoes back on me. '' Shaking with hatred and fear, I knelt in figurehead 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 week, '' he said, `` I got ta get home and give my wife a good fucking too. '' He got up and left without
another word.

I crept into the darkened bedroom with the candles still flickering and easygoing euphony playing. `` Do you know him more than me ? '' I whispered, my articulation cracking.

'' Oh, infant chick, you know mommy wuvs her widdle biddie baby, '' Marie said in the baby talking articulation she knows that just melt me.

'' seminal fluid 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. `` momma wuvs her widdle biddy baby bird, '' she said again. `` Bad Bossy Mahn made mummy all wet and huuuhrting and duhrrty. ``

I snuggled between her legs, and started lapping and cleaning her inner thighs and the whole jismy and glib arena in between.

'' That 's a baby, '' she purred. `` Mama 's snatch 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 intention on sucking and licking away every trace of Karl. After her sexual climax, she pulled me up. `` Let Mama sense baby 's widdle peenie inside me. '' I wiggled inside her inviting wetness and affectionateness. `` Ooooh, baby 's widdle biddie peenie feels so nice and comfy womfy. Not like that big bad boss man who hurt mommy with his BIG, HARD, hammer. ``

Her voice completely changed tint on the finally three Book, and as she gasped with what seemed to be the memory of Karl 's penis pounding inside her, I came with a short spirt, not having been inside her More than 10 seconds.

As I lay in bed cuddled in the inside spoonful side next to Marie in the dark I realized that in one way Karl was a better lover than me, and that on one point he satisfied Marie in a way that I could n't. I felt bad about that, inferior as common. But I also realized that Marie 's lovemaking for me was genuine, and that she found sex with me satisfying in a way that I knew Karl was incapable of serving her. I became resigned at that consequence to the musical theme that having us both was not only a vocation saver for me, but probably best for Marie as well.

Karl continues to come for his weekly dinner party. He continues to humiliate me at employment and at family. I could give up my job and find another that probably would be no big. But I stay there despite the torment. I recognize that I like being a crybaby and a cuckold. Karl is disgusting and does n't really matter. What matters is Marie. My sprightliness revolves around her. What I love the most is knowing the mogul that she has over me. Karl may intend he 's in control. But I know better. Marie is the one in the centre who controls everything. I still, and always will, hero-worship the ground she walks on.

Proudly signed,

willing Wimp .