There is a lot of talk of the town these days about intimate harassment. I am a case in power point, but with an odd turn. My male straight chief sexually harasses me, another male heterosexual person. How could that be ? It all revolves around my wife. Let me explain.

With one exception, I 've been a bankruptcy in life. A below average student, not athletic, no extra talents, not much to seem at, and barely capable to sustain a job as a salesman. All my life history I 've been called an underachiever. My one achievement has been landing my wife, Marie, a truly gorgeous woman. Marie has a look and physical structure men dream about. She has deep, embrown eyes and chestnut hair, a naturally lightly tanned skin colour, and a replete, buxom public figure of the hourglass type -- a small-scale waist but plenteous hips and round, inviting chest and ass. Her feminine sweetheart is matched by her warmth and an animal magnetic force 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, arrogant bully. I admit that he is an effective salesman, region of his natural aggression and sureness, but I ca n't resist him. He is also very restrain, and I have always been especially timid in his presence.

I had the fewest sales of anyone in the troupe, 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 on my job, I thought I might call for Karl over for dinner party at my apartment. The alone reason I thought he might have the invitation was because I had noticed him eyeing my wife once at a company political party. I worked up my courage to invite him, and, to my great succor, he did, in fact, accept.

Marie has many very well timber, 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 groceries, clean the theater, and cook a decent dinner. Marie could see that I was very nervous. In the time of day before Karl 's comer, I asked Marie if she was going to interchange her clothes. She looked surprised. She was wearing her usual, somewhat button-down clothing. `` What 's wrong 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 fire me, and that my only Leslie Townes Hope was this dinner party, and the view that somehow Marie would be able-bodied to persuade him to let me keep my job.

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

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

As the bell rang, I took one close feel at Marie, and took one piddling legal action that probably changed the residual of my life story. I reached up, and unbuttoned two more clitoris on her sweater, which revealed her deep, rich segmentation. I gave her a kiss before opening the door and greeting Karl.

Karl hardly glanced at me. His eyes lit up at the good deal 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 finger Brobdingnagian pride in Marie. As I mentioned, I have always enjoyed watching early men admire Marie 's beauty ; it makes me palpate favorable at least in one -- I would say the most crucial -- function of my life.

dinner party went well. I am not practically of a conversationalist, especially with Karl. But Marie kept up a conversation, and I ran back and Forth River to the kitchen, bringing saucer back and forth, fetching wine and refilling their glasses. Karl spent most of dinner ogling Marie 's white meat. At to the lowest degree he seemed to be enjoying himself. And she did too.

After dinner, Marie invited Karl to join her on the sofa. I went to get another feeding bottle of wine. When I came back, I could see that Marie 's short wench was hiked up very high on her thigh. Karl was playing with Marie 's fingers, telling her she should really wear down blast polish.

They kept chattering on. I sat in a chairperson, 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 story about my various nonstarter that got Marie laughing. He told her, `` I was just about to displace the picayune wimp, and I think I still will. ``

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

'' Just to see them juggs again would be Charles Frederick Worth 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 farseeing than proper, but then he left.

I fretted all the next week. Prior to the succeeding dinner, I took Marie out to grass for nail glossiness. We could n't afford 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 wear for the adjacent big night. After many tries, we settled finally on a silky, cream-colored semitransparent conservative blouse. Under it, we chose a low cut, creamy, front-clasping bra that pushed up her breasts a bit. Again, I was in charge of buttoning the blouse, and saw to it that it revealed plenty of segmentation. I chose a longer, wrap-around skirt that tends to fall and rive very high up up on Marie 's thigh whenever she sits down and crosses her legs.

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

At one peak, Karl asked Marie what she saw in me. She commented on my `` sweet, '' 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 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 name for me in front of my boss. Karl guffawed. I blushed and came toward Marie. `` On your human knee, Baby Doll, come to Mama. '' I was mortified, now she had said not only her pet name for me, but her most internal pet name for herself when we are making love. Probably remembering all the concern I had taken during the week in pampering her groundwork, Marie said, `` momma 's feet are tired and unsporting. claim off my shoes and lick my toes
uncontaminating and massage my wear metrical foot. '' With Karl roaring with laughter and thinking this was the shady matter he ever saw, I began licking and massaging Marie 's feet as she sat there at the table.

After it no longer seemed to amuse them anymore, Marie told me to lay off. She told me to attend to the following course of study, and the dinner continued.

As they became more animated, I became more and to a greater extent withdrawn and quiet down. That did n't seem to bother them any. They pretty much ignored me, except to ask me for more food or wine. They again wound up on the couch and, indeed, Marie 's skirt fell away, and she made no effort whatsoever to cover herself, allowing it nearly to strive her private parts. In fact, I suspect that Karl -- who made no secret of looking -- caught at to the lowest degree a glimpse of her panties. He admired the nail polish, holding her men, and playing with her finger's breadth all the while. He said he liked ruby smash 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 arouse me, and, again, Marie got him to curb off for another week by inviting him to dinner again.

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

lifespan at work was miserable. Karl would make crude comments about Marie 's trunk and lost no opportunity to belittle me, even in front end of my co-workers. He even started calling me Doll sister in sales agreement meetings, not even getting the name right. He would say, `` dolly Baby, go get me a pack of cigarettes. '' And I would go get them for him.

With each dinner, Marie became successively more aphrodisiac in her clothes and make up, and each calendar week the goodnight hug became a bit longer. I was amazed at Marie 's willingness to represent up to Karl given what a horrible 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 breasts and the depth of her cleavage, and skirts that would be certainly to show pot of creamy thigh.

One dinner, Karl returned to the doubt of what Marie could possibly see in me. He said, `` He 's such a unsuccessful person. He 's a full bankruptcy, he 's not good looking, he has no sense of wit. Does he have a really big dick, or what ? '' Marie laughed and told him that no, on the contrary, I had a very humble phallus. She said that because I would do anything to delight her and had so trivial 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 puzzle out her both fore and aft, something that none of her premature lovers would do. Karl thought that particularly hilarious.

Again, I was embarrassed that Marie was so undefendable with our minuscule married secrets.

After that revelation, at work, he would pull in remarks about me being an `` ass kisser '' and a `` brown noser '' and other tasteless scuttlebutt relating to my viva voce regression on my married woman 's buttocks. He also discovered that Marie gives me the honor of buying her panties and picking out which pair for her to wear upon each day. Karl made it a breaker point every day at oeuvre to ask me to describe what step-in Marie was wearing that day. Although it was humiliating to answer, I could n't resist describing them in great detail, and found myself getting an erection every time I described the panties she was wearing back home as we spoke.

Another evening, Karl let it be known that he liked the idea of garter belts and stockings, so later that week we went out and added them to Marie 's wardrobe. We got a whole ensemble, a sexy black bra, and a closely V-necked plunge blouse that was so small it left much of her shank exposed, and a very small Black mini-skirt with a slit on one thigh. Underneath was a black supporter belted ammunition, string-bikini, stockings set, topped off with a pair of high stiletto heels. It made Marie look like the definitive French prostitute.

After dinner that night, I sat in my chairwoman watching them sitting on the lounge when Marie 's allowed her skirt to hike up so Karl could see where the stockings attach to the garters. Although I had watched his hands casually cutaneous senses Marie 's legs before, this fourth dimension he said he wanted to experience if they were the silky variety. So Marie slid over and put her legs across his lap, and he began stroking her ramification. He got his hand up to the tops of the stockings and even touched her bare thigh `` to liken '' the silkiness of the skin and the stockings. That was bad enough, but then Marie encouraged him to compare how a good deal delicate the inside of her second joint is than the alfresco. I could n't conceive the sacrifice she was making for me. When he tried to locomote his hand up to feel her panties -- we had picked out a equalize black string two-piece, though I had no idea Karl would ever discover it -- she finally brushed him away.

That dark, when Marie bid Karl goodnight at the presence door, the hug became much longer. I stood some space away, but I could see them. They were kissing. It was n't a good-night peck. Their mouths were spread out, and they were devouring each other. I was petrified. Should I bankrupt it up to protect Marie ? If I did, would I lose my job ? I just stayed watching. After about five minutes of necking, Karl 's hands really started working on Marie 's derriere. Soon the annulus was hiked up over her ass, and he was kneading her keister through the string two-piece. Marie was putting on a good act. She was moving into Karl, not away, as would be anyone 's rude reaction. She actually seemed to be grinding her body against him. They continued groping and fumbling in the threshold for some time. And I quietly watched, trying to be as inconspicuous as possible.

When Karl finally left, Marie walked back into the living room. Her pilus was mussed up, her lipstick smeared, her skirt was hiked up high on her hips, and she walked unsteadily in her high heels -- she looked incredibly aphrodisiac. As she came close to me, I saw a zit on her neck, and a big wet, spunk spot on her blouse. I immediately started apologizing to her for putting her through this humiliating experience. I fell to my genu in front line of her and hugged her. In doing so, I wiped my fount on Karl 's punk. I guess it
was a way of sharing the humiliation. We did n't even get to our sleeping accommodation. I began nuzzling between her legs, and unsteady on her fundament as she was, we both fell back on the sofa, where Karl and Marie had just been sitting. I continued rubbing my face between her legs, mixing her sweat and moisture with Karl 's cum and my bout and spit. Marie had a shuddering orgasm, and pulled me up to finish making fuck to her. We fell asleep right there on the lounge in each early 's arms.

One night that week when we were already in bed, the phone rang. It was Karl. He wanted to talk with Marie. As I lay next to her in bed, I listened to their conversation. Marie kept telling him how she was fantasizing about him all the time, imagining his big tongue filling her mouth and wanting his big turncock 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 firm as a invitee, but she reminded him that she was entertaining him because he was my honcho, and she wanted to keep him happy. Then it sounded like he was asking her for sex. `` I 'd really like that too, Karl, '' she said, `` but think about poor Howie. ``

There was a yearn 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 stage, I need to cover your pinna, '' she said. I did as I was told and started lapping between her legs. I heard her say, `` Fill me up, Karl, I want you, big and hard. '' Then, she pressed her thighs against my headland, so I could n't hear much, but as she orgasmed, she loosened her grip, 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 present, and said if they were going to get going really having sex, she wanted a give from him each time, as well as a $ 100 fillip for me in my adjacent pay envelope. Karl seemed to agree, and they hung up.

I thanked Marie for being so self sacrificing for me and for being so dedicated to our matrimony, and I apologized for putting her in a position where she had to make to find Karl attractive and now that she would actually let him possess her sexually and have him pay money for it, as though she were a ...., I could n't even say the word to discharge the sentence. I told her it was the greatest proof of her making love for me.

Karl continued to be unbearable at oeuvre. One day, in the meeting of a sales event meeting, he said, `` Hey, wench Baby run down and get me a candy bar. '' I went to the vending political machine and got him something in a coloured wrapping. When I came back, he said, `` What kinda fag candy is that ? Get me a literal candy bar. '' So I went back and got him another. All the early sales fellow watched me kowtow to him, and I again felt absolutely humiliated.

In prep for the next dinner, I again applied nail polish up to Marie, this prison term a hot pink gloss, and helped her with her hair and make up ( which seemed to be applied enceinte and darker with each visit ). I also helped her pick out her wardrobe. That night, we picked a twain of tight little pink spandex short-shorts cut high on her can and low on her waist. They hugged her fork region, outlining everything, and making it readable that there was zilch underneath. Before dinner, I helped crop and shave her pubic area, because the trunks were more disclose than near bikini bottoms.

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

Karl did indeed bestow Marie a present, a tasteless negligee, the kind sold in adult book entrepot. To my surprise, Marie bought Karl a salute as well. It was a pair of slippers. She had Karl sit on the sofa as she knelt in forepart of him, took off his skid, and slipped his groundwork into the skidder. Then, Marie jumped in his lap, and they started kissing and fooling around. I went back into the kitchen to make final examination formulation for dinner. When I called them in for dinner party, they came with much giggling. The link to Marie 's halter top
were undone, 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 pull seeing my scowling and dark fount while he ate. At Marie 's suggestion, I had prepared the mesa for two with candles to give it a more romanticistic look. Marie had also put some idea into my wardrobe. She had me dress like a waiter, black slump and T. H. White shirt. I spent nearly 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 me to serve them.

After dinner, as Karl and Marie walked into the bread and butter way, his hand was squeezing her ass. I have to allow that her bottom never looked lovely than in those pixilated, spandex forgetful trunks, and it was perceivable that anyone would require to catch her ass, especially the bottomland 3rd, that yummy round persona 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 tolerate him to act that way for my sake. As I cleared the table, I saw them making out on the sofa. Marie was sort of on top of Karl, kissing him and running her fingers through his tomentum. Karl 's helping hand were planted on Marie 's ass, which was pointed ever so fetchingly in my direction. I watched as he kept slipping his fingers inside her pants. As he worked his manpower, her boxershorts covered less and to a lesser extent of
her bottom.

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

Marie called me over. `` Baby dame, we 're getting uncomfortable on the couch. Will you be a good little baby doll and put fresh rag on our bed, and light some taper in the bedroom for Karl and me ? ``

I prepared a nice trivial sexual love nest for Marie and Karl. We had some scented candles, and I found our softest sheets. 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 obstinate way to kneeling at the groundwork of the bed and watching my beautiful wife having sex with my horrible savage of a boss.

But the eve did n't go according to my plans. When I returned to the bread and butter elbow room, to evidence Karl and Marie that our bedroom was ready, Karl looked at me like I had just interrupted them, and as though I had no occupation being in my own apartment.

Karl told me he wanted an after dinner party cognac and cigar to go with his new slippers. He handed me some money and told me to get lost. I wanted to abide. I thought it my rightful place as Marie 's husband to stay a the metrical unit of my marriage bed and catch my beauty being ravished by the brute, but purchase order are order of magnitude, and, grudgingly, I had to leave.

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

When I came back from the liquor fund, Marie and Karl were in our chamber. The door was closed, and Karl 's brake shoe were sitting outside the door, waiting for me to shine them. Also, on the sofa, were Marie 's garden pink spandex shortstop 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 clothes, which she usually leaves lying around the business firm for me to pick up and washout, I rubbed my face in the still moist crotch of her short circuit, 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 skirmish, polish, and polisher, and sat on the floor outside my bedroom door and began shining Karl 's shoes. While doing that, I listened intently to every rustle, giggle, and groan emanating from my bedroom. The risky office was hearing Marie exclaim, `` Oh Karl, fuck me good. Oh, God, you fuck so salutary. Yes, yes, make full my pussy, Oh God, your shaft feels so respectable. Yes. Harder. You 're so hard. God, YES. ``

I recognized her part, so I knew it was her. But I had definitely never heard anything of the sorting from her in or out of the bedroom. I had never heard a bad word out of her backtalk before, and yet this watercourse 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 skid. `` Not too bad, '' he said, `` maybe we 'll find a use for you yet. '' He sat on one of our chairs and said, `` cum here, Baby Doll. Take off my carpet slipper and put my shoes back on me. '' Shaking with hatred and fear, I knelt in figurehead of Karl and put his brake 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 wife a good shtup too. '' He got up and left without
another word.

I crept into the darkened sleeping room with the candles still flickering and soft music playing. `` Do you do it him more than me ? '' I whispered, my vocalization cracking.

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

'' come to Mama. Come and kiss mom where Big Bad gaffer Man made me all sore with his big bad penis. '' I crawled up onto the bed. `` mommy wuvs her widdle biddy baby doll, '' she said again. `` Bad Bossy Mahn made Mama all wet and huuuhrting and duhrrty. ``

I snuggled between her branch, and started lapping and cleaning her inner thighs and the unscathed jismy and slick area in between.

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

I brought Marie to a slowly building, warm and glowing orgasm with my clapper. In the mental process, I was design on sucking and licking away every trace of Karl. After her orgasm, she pulled me up. `` Let Mama find baby 's widdle peenie inside me. '' I wiggled inside her inviting wetness and passion. `` Ooooh, infant 's widdle biddie peenie tactile property so nice and comfy womfy. Not like that big bad boss man who hurt ma with his BIG, HARD, prick. ``

Her articulation completely changed tone on the last three words, and as she gasped with what seemed to be the memory of Karl 's phallus pound inside her, I came with a slight squirt, not having been inside her more than 10 seconds.

As I lay in bed cuddled in the inside spoon position next to Marie in the dark I realized that in one way Karl was a effective 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 common. But I also realized that Marie 's love for me was unfeigned, and that she found sex with me satisfying in a way that I knew Karl was incapable of serving her. I became resigned at that moment to the approximation that having us both was not only a calling rescuer for me, but probably sound for Marie as well.

Karl continues to issue forth for his hebdomadary dinner party. He continues to mortify me at employment and at home. I could quit my job and find another that probably would be no forged. But I stay there despite the torment. 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 animation revolves around her. What I love the most is knowing the power that she has over me. Karl may think he 's in control. But I know better. Marie is the one in the middle who controls everything. I still, and always will, worship the priming coat she walks on.

Proudly signed,

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