There is a lot of talk these days about sexual harassment. I am a caseful in point, but with an odd winding. My male heterosexual genus Bos 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 story. A down the stairs median scholar, not athletic, no special gift, not often to front at, and barely able to obtain 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 boldness and trunk men dream about. She has deep, chocolate-brown eye and chestnut pilus, a naturally lightly tanned complexion, and a full, buxom physical body of the hourglass character -- a little waist but sizable articulatio coxae and rhythm, inviting breasts and ass. Her womanly ravisher is matched by her warmth and an animal magnetics that she exudes. Men have always been drawn to her, and watching men admire and desire her has been my neat germ of superbia. phonograph needle to say, I worship the ground she walks on.

My boss, Karl, is a rock oil, loud, self-important bully. I admit that he is an effective salesman, office of his natural aggression and self-confidence, but I ca n't stand him. He is also very daunting, and I have always been especially timid in his presence.

I had the few sales of anyone in the troupe, and simply was n't pulling my weight. I was on probation and on the brink of losing my job. In a last-ditch bid to keep my job, I thought I might invite Karl over for dinner 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 party. I worked up my braveness to take in him, and, to my great easing, he did, in fact, accept.

Marie has many fine 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 vino and foodstuff, clean the house, and make a courteous dinner. 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 clothes. She looked surprise. She was wearing her usual, somewhat conservative clothing. `` What 's wrong with this ? '' she said. I told her that I would really wish it if she could wear something just a footling bit sexy.

I nervously told her that I thought Karl was about to elicit me, and that my just hope was this dinner, and the sentiment that somehow Marie would be able-bodied to persuade him to let me proceed my job.

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

We went upstairs, and I helped her find fault out a tight-fitting, button down knit perspirer. Although she only owned one really scant shirt at the time, I asked her to put that one on. Marie also generally wore picayune make up, her rude beauty really needs no enhancing, but I asked her to put on lipstick and eye fantasm for the occasion. She could tell that I really wanted her to make an belief on Karl.

As the doorbell rang, I took one last expression at Marie, and took one piffling action that probably changed the rest of my life story. I reached up, and unbuttoned two Sir Thomas More release on her sweater, which revealed her deep, rich cleavage. I gave her a kiss before opening the threshold and greeting Karl.

Karl hardly glanced at me. His center lit up at the passel of Marie, and, crude person that he is, he stared openly and lustfully at Marie 's breasts. Although Karl disgusted me, I also could n't avail but find vast superbia in Marie. As I mentioned, I have always enjoyed watching other men admire Marie 's beauty ; it makes me find lucky at least in one -- I would say the most significant -- part 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 River to the kitchen, bringing smasher 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 unite her on the lounge. I went to get another feeding bottle of wine. When I came back, I could see that Marie 's short skirt was hiked up very high 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 president, sipped my vino, 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 tarradiddle about my diverse failure 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 time next week ? You would n't fire Howie for the succeeding hebdomad, would you ? '' As she asked the doubtfulness, 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 week, '' he said. So, without even a glimpse to me, Marie invited Karl to dinner the pursual 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 longer than right, but then he left.

I fretted all the succeeding week. Prior to the succeeding dinner party, I took Marie out to shop for cop Polish. We could n't afford a proper manicure, so I told her I would memorize 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 groundwork, especially kneeling before her and pampering them. I worked on her fingernails as well, and by week 's end, I had learned a new attainment that I very much enjoyed.

I also worried about what Marie should wear for the next big nighttime. After many tries, we settled finally on a silky, cream-colored translucent button-down blouse. Under it, we chose a low cut, creamy, front-clasping bra that pushed up her titty a bit. Again, I was in bearing of buttoning the blouse, and saw to it that it revealed mass of cleavage. I chose a longer, wrap-around skirt that tends to fall and split very high up on Marie 's thigh whenever she sits down and crosses her legs.

The dinner party was pretty much a repetition 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 prank, hung on every Bible, her centre twinkled at everything he said, and she took every opportunity to sweep against him or touch him.

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

Karl wanted a demonstration. So Marie said to me, `` Come here infant 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 knees, Baby Doll, make out to ma. '' I was mortified, now she had said not only her pet name for me, but her most intimate pet public figure for herself when we are making love. Probably remembering all the upkeep I had taken during the hebdomad in pampering her feet, Marie said, `` Mama 's feet are tired and dirty. hold off my shoes and lick my toes
fresh and massage my tired feet. '' With Karl roaring with laughter and thinking this was the rummy matter he ever saw, I began licking and massaging Marie 's infantry 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 succeeding row, and the dinner continued.

As they became more animated, I became more and more withdrawn and placid. 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 doll fell away, and she made no movement whatsoever to cover herself, allowing it nearly to reach her crotch. In fact, I suspect that Karl -- who made no secret of looking -- caught at least a coup d'oeil of her step-in. He admired the nail polish, holding her manus, and playing with her digit all the while. He said he liked cerise nail culture, and that with her coloring, she should break 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 force out me, and, again, Marie got him to make off for another week by inviting him to dinner again.

So started our own little 1001 night. The solitary affair that kept me from being fired, was my married woman 's promise to continue her seductive dinners.

Life at work was miserable. Karl would make believe rock oil comments about Marie 's body and lost no chance to denigrate me, even in front of my co-worker. He even started calling me dame Baby in sales coming together, not even getting the name right. He would say, `` Doll babe, go get me a pack of butt. '' And I would go get them for him.

With each dinner, Marie became successively more aphrodisiac in her dress and make 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 lout he is.

Even on our circumscribed budget, we devoted what money we had to buy provocative blouses and sexy brassiere that accentuated the mellowness of her titty and the profundity of her cleavage, and dame that would be certain to point wad 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 summate failure, he 's not unspoilt looking, he has no good sense of humor. Does he stimulate a really big pecker, or what ? '' Marie laughed and told him that no, on the contrary, I had a very little penis. She said that because I would do anything to delight her and had so trivial ego, I would puzzle out her anywhere she liked, and that she particularly liked that when I was pleasuring her down below with my clapper, I would solve her both fore and aft, something that none of her old buff would do. Karl thought that particularly hilarious.

Again, I was embarrassed that Marie was so outdoors with our little marital secrets.

After that revelation, at work, he would draw remark about me being an `` ass countenance '' and a `` brown noser '' and other tasteless comment relating to my oral fixation on my wife 's rear end. He also discovered that Marie gives me the accolade of buying her panties and picking out which couplet for her to fag out each day. Karl made it a point every day at study 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 detail, and found myself getting an erecting 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 all tout ensemble, a sexy Joseph Black bra, and a tight V-necked plunge blouse that was so low it left often of her shank exposed, and a very small black mini-skirt with a slit on one thigh. Underneath was a black supporter belt, string-bikini, stockings set, topped off with a pair of high gear stiletto dog. It made Marie look like the classic Daniel Chester French prostitute.

After dinner that night, I sat in my hot seat 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 garters. Although I had watched his custody casually signature Marie 's peg before, this clock time he said he wanted to find 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 tops of the stockings and even touched her bare thigh `` to liken '' the sleekness of the cutis and the stockings. That was bad enough, but then Marie encouraged him to compare how a lot voiced the interior of her second joint is than the away. 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 equate fatal string bikini, though I had no idea 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 space away, but I could see them. They were kissing. It was n't a good-night passel. Their mouths were receptive, 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 dame was hiked up over her ass, and he was kneading her bottom through the string bikini. Marie was putting on a honest act. She was moving into Karl, not away, as would be anyone 's lifelike chemical reaction. She actually seemed to be grinding her body against him. They continued groping and fumbling in the doorway for some time. And I quietly watched, trying to be as inconspicuous as possible.

When Karl finally left, Marie walked back into the living elbow room. Her hair was mussed up, her lipstick smeared, her skirt was hiked up mellow on her hips, and she walked unsteadily in her high heels -- she looked incredibly sexy. As she came close to me, I saw a pimple 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 knee in presence of her and hugged her. In doing so, I wiped my boldness on Karl 's spunk. I guess it
was a way of sharing the humiliation. We did n't even get to our bedroom. I began nuzzling between her legs, and 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 cheek between her legs, mixing her sweat and moisture with Karl 's cum and my tears and saliva. Marie had a shuddering coming, and pulled me up to finish making enjoy to her. We fell asleep right there on the lounge in each other 's arms.

One night that week when we were already in bed, the telephone rang. It was Karl. He wanted to talk with Marie. As I lay future 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 glossa filling her mouth and wanting his big cock there too. He apparently was trying to get her to make out 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 home as a guest, but she reminded him that she was entertaining him because he was my gaffer, and she wanted to go along him glad. Then it sounded like he was asking her for sex. `` I 'd really wish that too, Karl, '' she said, `` but think about inadequate Howie. ``

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

'' Howie, crawling between my legs, I need to track your ears, '' 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 severely. '' Then, she pressed her thigh against my mind, 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 existent escort. Marie made Karl promise to bring her a represent, and said if they were going to depart really having sex, she wanted a acquaint from him each time, as well as a $ 100 bonus for me in my succeeding pay gasbag. Karl seemed to harmonise, and they hung up.

I thanked Marie for being so ego sacrificing for me and for being so dedicated to our marriage ceremony, and I apologized for putting her in a position where she had to feign to find 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 Christian Bible to complete the prison term. I told her it was the greatest proof of her love for me.

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

In homework for the succeeding dinner, I again applied nail polish to Marie, this time a hot pink vividness, and helped her with her hair and cause up ( which seemed to be applied heavier and darker with each visit ). I also helped her pick out her press. That night, we picked a brace of tight little pink spandex short-shorts cut high on her bottom and low on her waist. They hugged her crotch area, outlining everything, and making it clear that there was nothing underneath. Before dinner, I helped trim back and trim her pubic area, because the shorts were more revealing than nearly two-piece 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 neck and across the back. With no bra underneath, Marie 's breasts were left to swing and sway with the slender effort. Her mamilla poked at the thin cotton wool material.

Karl did indeed bring Marie a represent, a tasteless negligee, the kind sold in adult book computer memory. To my surprise, Marie bought Karl a present as well. It was a pair of slippers. She had Karl sit on the sofa as she knelt in front of him, took off his shoes, and slipped his metrical unit into the slider. Then, Marie jumped in his lap, and they started kissing and fooling around. I went back into the kitchen to make concluding cookery for dinner. When I called them in for dinner party, they came with much giggling. The ties to Marie 's halter top
were washed-up, and she asked me to help re-tie them.

By now, I had lost my maculation at the dinner board. Karl had complained that it was a puff seeing my scowling and glum fount while he ate. At Marie 's suggestion, I had prepared the table for two with candles to gift it a more romanticistic look. Marie had also put some opinion into my press. She had me frock like a waiter, black slacks and snowy shirt. I spent most of the dinner in the kitchen.

When not preparing the intellectual nourishment, I sat listening to them by the doorway, and waiting for them to send for me to answer them.

After dinner, as Karl and Marie walked into the aliveness room, his hand was squeezing her ass. I have to hold that her bottom never looked lovelier than in those tight, spandex short shorts, and it was understandable that anyone would want to seize her ass, especially the bottom thirdly, 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 idolatry to me to allow him to act that way for my sake. As I cleared the mesa, I saw them making out on the sofa. Marie was variety of on top of Karl, kissing him and running her fingerbreadth through his hair. Karl 's deal were planted on Marie 's ass, which was pointed ever so fetchingly in my direction. I watched as he kept slipping his finger's breadth inside her trouser. As he worked his work force, her boxershorts covered less and less of
her bottom.

Her tush was so beautiful, I could n't facilitate but be mesmerized and aroused, despite my green-eyed monster. I would have loved to take sucked on her bottom right then and there, but knew that I could n't because Karl would n't wish it.

Marie called me over. `` babe Doll, we 're getting uncomfortable on the sofa. Will you be a good little baby skirt and put unfermented sheets on our bed, and light some candles in the bedchamber for Karl and me ? ``

I prepared a nice piffling making love draw close for Marie and Karl. We had some scented candles, and I found our diffuse sheets. Finally, I put some indulgent, romantic euphony 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 foot of the bed and watching my beautiful wife having sex with my ugly creature of a boss.

But the eventide did n't go according to my plan. When I returned to the keep room, to tell Karl and Marie that our bedroom was quick, 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 carpet slipper. He handed me some money and told me to get lost. I wanted to remain. I thought it my rightful station as Marie 's hubby to persist a the foot of my marriage bed and watch my ravisher being ravished by the beast, but parliamentary procedure are order, and, grudgingly, I had to leave.

'' Oh, and Baby dame, '' Marie added, `` when you get back, I want you to glow Karl 's 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 secure shoe effulgence boy make them all nice and shiney. ``

When I came back from the hard drink store, Marie and Karl were in our bedroom. The door was closed, and Karl 's shoes were sitting outside the doorway, waiting for me to beam them. Also, on the sofa, were Marie 's pink spandex shorts and hempen necktie top. Karl must have stripped her raw before they even got into the sleeping room. As I often do when I am alone with Marie 's dirty dress, which she usually leaves lying around the planetary house for me to peck up and washout, I rubbed my cheek 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, polish, and buffers, and sat on the story outside my bedroom door and began shining Karl 's brake 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 good. Yes, yes, replete my twat, Oh God, your cock feels so good. Yes. Harder. You 're so intemperate. 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 bedchamber. I had never heard a bad word out of her back talk before, and yet this stream of profanity issued from her pure and beautiful lips.

After too long a wait, the door opened and Karl came out. He bent to audit the shoes. `` Not too bad, '' he said, `` maybe we 'll rule a use for you yet. '' He sat on one of our chairman and said, `` ejaculate here, Baby chick. conduct off my carpet slipper and put my shoes back on me. '' Shaking with hatred and fear, I knelt in front of Karl and put his shoes 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 habitation and hold my wife a skillful nookie too. '' He got up and left without
another word.

I crept into the darkened bedroom with the candles still flickering and soft music performing. `` Do you love him more than me ? '' I whispered, my voice cracking.

'' Oh, spoil wench, you know Mama wuvs her widdle biddie infant, '' Marie said in the baby talk of the town voice she knows that just melts me.

'' cum to Mama. ejaculate and kiss Mama where Big Bad Bos Man made me all sore with his big bad penis. '' I crawled up onto the bed. `` mama wuvs her widdle biddy baby doll, '' 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 thigh and the wholly jismy and slick area in between.

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

I brought Marie to a slowly edifice, warmly and glowing orgasm with my tongue. In the cognitive process, I was intent on sucking and licking away every tincture of Karl. After her orgasm, she pulled me up. `` Let Mama feel sister 's widdle peenie inside me. '' I wiggled inside her inviting wetness and warmth. `` Ooooh, baby 's widdle biddie peenie feel so Nice and comfy womfy. Not like that big bad boss man who hurt mommy with his BIG, HARD, turncock. ``

Her voice completely changed timber on the survive 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 pip-squeak, not having been inside her Thomas 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 substantially fan than me, and that on one horizontal surface 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 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 moment to the musical theme that having us both was not only a life history 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 piece of work and at domicile. I could quit my job and regain another that probably would be no unfit. But I stay there despite the harassment. I recognize that I like being a chicken and a cuckold. Karl is disgusting and does n't really matter. What matters is Marie. My lifetime revolves around her. What I love the most is knowing the superpower that she has over me. Karl may call up he 's in control. But I know better. Marie is the one in the heart who controls everything. I still, and always will, worship the background she walks on.

Proudly signed,

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