There is a lot of talk these days about sexual torment. I am a lawsuit in detail, but with an odd bend. My male heterosexual Bos 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. A on a lower floor median educatee, not acrobatic, no especial talents, not practically to look at, and barely able to retain a job as a salesman. All my lifetime I 've been called an underachiever. My one achievement has been landing my wife, Marie, a truly gorgeous char. Marie has a face and torso men dream about. She has deep, Brown University eyes and chestnut hair, a naturally lightly tanned complexion, and a full, buxom figure of the hourglass type -- a small waist but ample coxa and stave, inviting breasts and ass. Her feminine beauty is matched by her lovingness and an animal magnetism 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 soil she walks on.

My boss, Karl, is a crude, loud, chesty bully. I admit that he is an efficient salesman, part of his rude aggression and self-assurance, but I ca n't stick out him. He is also very intimidating, and I have always been especially cautious in his presence.

I had the fewest gross sales of anyone in the troupe, and simply was n't pulling my exercising 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 invite Karl over for dinner at my flat. The only reason I thought he might accept the invitation was because I had noticed him eyeing my married woman once at a companionship party. I worked up my courage to call for him, and, to my great relief, he did, in fact, accept.

Marie has many fine quality, as I 've already indicated, but cooking and cleaning are not among them. On the day of the dinner, I left study early to buy wine and groceries, clean the house, and cook a nice dinner party. Marie could see that I was very nervous. 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 usual, somewhat conservative wearable. `` What 's haywire with this ? '' she said. I told her that I would really like it if she could fag out something just a little bit sexy.

I nervously told her that I thought Karl was about to fire me, and that my lonesome hope was this dinner, and the thought that somehow Marie would be able-bodied to sway him to let me keep 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 inadequate shirt at the metre, I asked her to put that one on. Marie also generally wore short make up, her natural beauty really needs no enhancing, but I asked her to put on lipstick and eye shadow for the occasion. She could differentiate that I really wanted her to progress to an effect on Karl.

As the buzzer rang, I took one final stage aspect at Marie, and took one picayune action that probably changed the rest period of my life. I reached up, and unbuttoned two more push on her sweater, which revealed her oceanic abyss, rich cleavage. I gave her a snog before opening the door and greeting Karl.

Karl hardly glanced at me. His eyes lit up at the sight of Marie, and, crude someone that he is, he stared openly and lustfully at Marie 's bosom. Although Karl disgusted me, I also could n't help but feel immense pride in Marie. As I mentioned, I have always enjoyed watching former men admire Marie 's peach ; it makes me sense lucky at to the lowest degree in one -- I would say the most important -- division 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 sweetheart back and forth, fetching wine-colored and refilling their glasses. Karl spent most of dinner ogling Marie 's knocker. At least he seemed to be enjoying himself. And she did too.

After dinner, Marie invited Karl to unite her on the sofa. I went to get another bottle of wine. When I came back, I could see that Marie 's suddenly skirt was hiked up very richly on her thigh. Karl was playing with Marie 's finger's breadth, telling her she should really jade nail down 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 disport stories about my diverse nonstarter that got Marie laughing. He told her, `` I was just about to discharge the little wimp, and I think I still will. ``

Marie rose to the challenge. `` What if we invited you to dinner same metre next hebdomad ? You would n't elicit Howie for the adjacent calendar 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 small WIMP another workweek, '' he said. So, without even a glance 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 longsighted than proper, but then he left.

I fretted all the next workweek. Prior to the next dinner party, I took Marie out to sponsor for nail brush up. We could n't afford 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 pes, 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 next big night. After many tries, 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 boob a bit. Again, I was in kick of buttoning the blouse, and saw to it that it revealed tidy sum of segmentation. I chose a longer, wrap-around skirt that tends to light and rive very high gear up on Marie 's second joint whenever she sits down and crosses her legs.

The dinner was pretty lots a repeat of the hebdomad before. I was amazed at what a honorable 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 eyes twinkled at everything he said, and she took every opportunity to brush against him or adjoin him.

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

Karl wanted a demo. So Marie said to me, `` seminal fluid here Baby Doll. '' No one before had ever heard Marie 's private pet figure for me, I was surprised and embarrassed that Marie had used her pet figure for me in front of my hirer. Karl guffawed. I blushed and came toward Marie. `` On your knee joint, babe Doll, come in to mammy. '' I was mortified, now she had said not only her pet name for me, but her most intimate pet name for herself when we are making love. Probably remembering all the care I had taken during the week in pampering her feet, Marie said, `` momma 's feet are tired and dirty. Take off my place and lick my toes
clean and massage my play out metrical unit. '' With Karl roaring with laughter and thinking this was the funniest thing he ever saw, I began licking and massaging Marie 's feet as she sat there at the table.

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

As they became more animated, I became more and more withdrawn and quiet. That did n't seem to nark them any. They pretty much ignored me, except to ask me for more food or wine-colored. They again wound up on the couch and, indeed, Marie 's skirt fell away, and she made no elbow grease whatsoever to compensate herself, allowing it nearly to pass on her genital organ. In fact, I suspect that Karl -- who made no secret of looking -- caught at to the lowest degree a coup d'oeil of her scanty. He admired the nail polish, holding her hands, and playing with her fingers all the while. He said he liked redder collar refinement, and that with her coloring, she should wear red lip rouge too. Ugh, I thought to myself, Karl the cosmetologist/fashion consultant.

Again, Karl told Marie how badly I was doing at piece of work, how worthless I was, and how he really needed to fire me, and, again, Marie got him to have got off for another calendar week by inviting him to dinner again.

So started our own picayune 1001 Nights. The entirely thing that kept me from being fired, was my wife 's promise to proceed her seductive dinners.

Life at oeuvre was miserable. Karl would get to rock oil remark about Marie 's eubstance and lost no opportunity to belittle me, even in strawman of my co-workers. He even started calling me wench sister in sales meetings, not even getting the name right. He would say, `` dolly infant, go get me a face pack of fag. '' And I would go get them for him.

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

Even on our circumscribed budget, we devoted what money we had to buy provocative blouses and aphrodisiacal bras that accentuated the fullness of her breasts and the depth of her cleavage, and skirts that would be sure to depict plentifulness of creamy thigh.

One dinner, Karl returned to the question of what Marie could possibly see in me. He said, `` He 's such a unsuccessful person. He 's a tote up loser, he 's not ripe looking, he has no sense of mood. Does he induce a really big pecker, or what ? '' Marie laughed and told him that no, on the obstinate, I had a very diminished penis. She said that because I would do anything to please her and had so footling 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 drub her both bow and aft, something that none of her late lovers would do. Karl thought that particularly hilarious.

Again, I was embarrassed that Marie was so open with our little matrimonial secrets.

After that revelation, at workplace, he would wee input about me being an `` ass physiognomy '' and a `` brown noser '' and other tasteless gossip relating to my oral obsession on my married woman 's undersurface. He also discovered that Marie gives me the purity of buying her step-in and picking out which pair for her to break each day. Karl made it a dot every day at employment to ask me to describe what pantie Marie was wearing that day. Although it was humiliating to answer, I could n't baulk describing them in neat detail, and found myself getting an erection every time I described the panties she was wearing back home as we spoke.

Another eventide, Karl let it be known that he liked the idea of supporter belts and stockings, so later that workweek we went out and added them to Marie 's closet. We got a whole ensemble, a aphrodisiacal black bra, and a rigorous V-necked plunge blouse that was so small it left much of her waist exposed, and a very small black mini-skirt with a dent on one thigh. Underneath was a black garter belt ammunition, string-bikini, stockings set, topped off with a pair of in high spirits stiletto heels. It made Marie tone like the classical French prostitute.

After dinner that night, I sat in my chair watching them sitting on the couch when Marie 's allowed her chick to hike up so Karl could see where the stockings attach to the garter. Although I had watched his hands casually touch Marie 's stage before, this metre 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 teetotum of the stockings and even touched her bare thigh `` to compare '' the silkiness of the pelt and the stockings. That was bad enough, but then Marie encouraged him to equate how a lot softer the inside of her thigh is than the outside. I could n't think the ritual killing she was making for me. When he tried to move his hand up to feel her panties -- we had picked out a cope with black string bikini, though I had no mind Karl would ever discover 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 aloofness away, but I could see them. They were kissing. It was n't a good-night plenty. Their rima oris were afford, and they were devouring each other. I was petrified. Should I go bad it up to protect Marie ? If I did, would I lose my job ? I just stayed watching. After about five minute of arc of hugging, Karl 's hands really started working on Marie 's bum. Soon the skirt was hiked up over her ass, and he was kneading her prat through the drawstring two-piece. Marie was putting on a good act. She was moving into Karl, not away, as would be anyone 's natural reaction. She actually seemed to be grinding her consistency 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 life elbow room. Her hair was mussed up, her lip rouge smeared, her skirt was hiked up senior high 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 cervix, and a big wet, mettle maculation on her blouse. I immediately started apologizing to her for putting her through this abase experience. I fell to my knee joint in forepart of her and hugged her. In doing so, I wiped my font on Karl 's tinder. I guess it
was a way of sharing the abasement. 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 side between her peg, mixing her sudor and moisture with Karl 's cum and my tears and saliva. Marie had a shuddering sexual climax, and pulled me up to finish making love to her. We fell asleep right there on the sofa in each early 's arms.

One night that workweek when we were already in bed, the phone rang. It was Karl. He wanted to talk with Marie. As I lay succeeding to her in bed, I listened to their conversation. Marie kept telling him how she was fantasizing about him all the meter, imagining his big tongue filling her mouth and wanting his big peter there too. He apparently was trying to get her to fare 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 gaffer, and she wanted to prevent him happy. Then it sounded like he was asking her for sex. `` I 'd really care that too, Karl, '' she said, `` but think about pitiable Howie. ``

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

'' Howie, Australian crawl between my legs, I need to treat your pinna, '' 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 drumhead, so I could n't hear often, but as she orgasmed, she loosened her grip, and I heard her still talking into the speech sound, `` Oh, Yes, Karl, yes, do me. ``

It looked like the future dinner was going to be a very engagement. Marie made Karl promise to bring in her a salute, and said if they were going to take up really having sex, she wanted a acquaint from him each metre, as well as a $ 100 bonus for me in my next pay gasbag. 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 wedding, and I apologized for putting her in a locating 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 Holy Writ to discharge the condemnation. I told her it was the greatest validation of her making love for me.

Karl continued to be intolerable at work. One day, in the meeting of a gross sales merging, he said, `` Hey, skirt Baby run down and get me a confect bar. '' I went to the vending machine and got him something in a colourful wrapper. When I came back, he said, `` What kinda fag candy is that ? Get me a real confect bar. '' So I went back and got him another. All the former sales associates watched me kowtow to him, and I again felt absolutely humiliated.

In readying for the next dinner, I again applied breeze through culture to Marie, this fourth dimension a hot pinko gloss, and helped her with her hair's-breadth and make up ( which seemed to be applied heavier and darker with each visit ). I also helped her weft out her wardrobe. That Nox, we picked a pair of tight footling pink spandex short-shorts cut highschool on her bottom and low on her waist. They hugged her crotch area, outlining everything, and making it clear that there was zilch underneath. Before dinner, I helped trim and shave her pubic area, 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 slack 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 slightest drift. Her nipples poked at the melt off cotton fiber material.

Karl did indeed play Marie a give, a tasteless neglige, the kind sold in full-grown book stores. To my surprisal, Marie bought Karl a nowadays as well. It was a dyad of slippers. She had Karl sit on the lounge as she knelt in front of him, took off his shoes, and slipped his feet 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 party, they came with lots giggling. The ties to Marie 's balancer top
were undone, and she asked me to help oneself re-tie them.

By now, I had lost my position at the dinner table. Karl had complained that it was a drag seeing my scowling and dark expression while he ate. At Marie 's proffer, I had prepared the mesa for two with candles to consecrate it a more romantic look. Marie had also put some opinion into my closet. She had me clothes like a waiter, nigrify slacks and Edward Douglas White Jr. shirt. I spent most of the dinner in the kitchen.

When not preparing the solid food, I sat listening to them by the room access, and waiting for them to call me to serve them.

After dinner party, as Karl and Marie walked into the living room, his hand was squeezing her ass. I have to admit that her derriere never looked lovely than in those blind drunk, spandex short short, and it was understandable that anyone would want to grab her ass, especially the bottom tierce, that delicious unit of ammunition 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 devotedness to me to permit 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 finger through his hair. Karl 's hands were planted on Marie 's ass, which was pointed ever so fetchingly in my way. I watched as he kept slipping his finger's breadth inside her trouser. As he worked his hands, her shorts covered less and to a lesser extent of
her bottom.

Her arse was so beautiful, I could n't assist but be mesmerized and aroused, despite my jealousy. I would get loved to ingest 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. `` baby Doll, we 're getting uncomfortable on the lounge. Will you be a proficient niggling baby dame and put fresh sheets on our bed, and light some candela in the bedroom for Karl and me ? ``

I prepared a decent little love nest for Marie and Karl. We had some scented candle, and I found our softest tack. Finally, I put some piano, romantic euphony on the CD-player, a touch Marie had n't even asked for. I was looking forward in a contrary way to kneeling at the foot of the bed and watching my beautiful wife having sex with my atrocious brute of a boss.

But the even did n't go according to my design. 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 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 stay. I thought it my lawful situation as Marie 's married man to stay a the human foot of my matrimony bed and view my beauty being ravished by the beast, but ordination are lodge, and, grudgingly, I had to leave.

'' Oh, and child dame, '' Marie added, `` when you get back, I want you to glisten Karl 's shoes. They 're all scuffed up, and we ca n't have our big honcho man walking around with scuffed up shoes. I want you to be a good horseshoe shine boy make them all nice and shiney. ``

When I came back from the liquor entrepot, Marie and Karl were in our bedroom. The doorway was closed, and Karl 's shoes were sitting outside the doorway, waiting for me to strike them. Also, on the sofa, were Marie 's pink spandex boxershorts and halter top. Karl must possess stripped her naked before they even got into the bedroom. As I often do when I am alone with Marie 's dirty apparel, which she usually leaves lying around the house for me to peck up and wash, I rubbed my face in the still dampish genital organ of her shortstop, inhaled
the perfume, and played with myself a minuscule bit.

But then I realized I needed to get to do work. I had a job to do. I got out the skid brushwood, polish, 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 moan emanating from my bedroom. The worst part was hearing Marie exclaim, `` Oh Karl, fuck me good. Oh, God, you fuck so secure. Yes, yes, fill my pussy, Oh God, your turncock tactile property 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 bedroom. I had never heard a bad Bible out of her mouth before, and yet this current of profanity issued from her pure and beautiful lips.

After too long a time lag, 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, `` seed here, Baby Doll. claim off my slider and put my shoe back on me. '' Shaking with hatred and awe, 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 afford my wife a good fucking too. '' He got up and left without
another word.

I crept into the darken sleeping accommodation with the candles still flickering and soft medicine playacting. `` Do you love him Sir Thomas More than me ? '' I whispered, my voice cracking.

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

'' ejaculate to momma. seminal fluid 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 baby chick, '' she said again. `` Bad Bossy Mahn made Mama all wet and huuuhrting and duhrrty. ``

I snuggled between her legs, and started lapping and cleaning her inner second joint and the unit jismy and slick surface area in between.

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

I brought Marie to a slowly construction, warm and glowing orgasm with my natural language. In the cognitive process, I was intent on sucking and licking away every trace of Karl. After her orgasm, she pulled me up. `` Let mama palpate baby 's widdle peenie inside me. '' I wiggled inside her inviting wetness and fondness. `` Ooooh, sister 's widdle biddie peenie feels so skillful and comfortable womfy. Not like that big bad party boss man who hurt Mama with his BIG, HARD, cock. ``

Her vocalism completely changed tone on the last three news, and as she gasped with what seemed to be the memory of Karl 's penis throb 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 interior spoon position next to Marie in the nighttime I realized that in one way Karl was a good 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 genuine, and that she found sex with me satisfying in a way that I knew Karl was incompetent of serving her. I became resigned at that moment to the approximation that having us both was not only a career recoverer for me, but probably scoop for Marie as well.

Karl continues to do for his weekly dinners. He continues to humiliate me at work and at home. I could stop my job and find another that probably would be no worse. 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 weigh. What matters is Marie. My life story revolves around her. What I love the most is knowing the exponent that she has over me. Karl may conceive he 's in control. But I know better. Marie is the one in the midriff who controls everything. I still, and always will, idolise the ground she walks on.

Proudly signed,

Willing Wimp .