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

With one exclusion, I 've been a failure in life. A under average scholarly person, not athletic, no extra gift, not a good deal to look at, and barely able-bodied to halt a job as a salesman. All my animation I 've been called an underachiever. My one achievement has been landing my wife, Marie, a truly gorgeous woman. Marie has a face and organic structure men dream about. She has deep, John Brown optic and chestnut hair, a naturally lightly tanned skin color, and a full moon, buxom build of the hourglass type -- a small waist but sizeable coxa and daily round, inviting breasts and ass. Her womanly beauty is matched by her warmth and an animal magnetism that she exudes. Men have always been drawn to her, and watching men admire and desire her has been my swell informant of pride. acerate leaf to say, I worship the ground she walks on.

My boss, Karl, is a oil, loud, chesty bully. I admit that he is an effectual salesman, part of his natural aggression and sureness, but I ca n't stand him. He is also very intimidate, and I have always been especially cautious in his presence.

I had the fewest sales agreement of anyone in the companionship, and simply was n't pulling my weight. I was on probation and on the wand 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 entirely reason I thought he might admit the invitation was because I had noticed him eyeing my wife once at a society party. I worked up my courage to invite him, and, to my gravid relief, he did, in fact, accept.

Marie has many fine timbre, 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 grocery store, clean the household, and make a nice dinner. Marie could see that I was very uneasy. In the hour before Karl 's comer, I asked Marie if she was going to change her wearing apparel. She looked surprised. She was wearing her usual, somewhat conservative article of 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 when hope was this dinner, and the opinion that somehow Marie would be able-bodied to persuade him to let me restrain my job.

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

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

As the bell rang, I took one last looking at Marie, and took one little action that probably changed the relaxation of my lifetime. I reached up, and unbuttoned two more release on her sweater, which revealed her deep, plentiful cleavage. I gave her a kiss before opening the threshold and greeting Karl.

Karl hardly glanced at me. His eyes lit up at the mickle of Marie, and, crude someone that he is, he stared openly and lustfully at Marie 's chest. Although Karl disgusted me, I also could n't help but find immense pridefulness in Marie. As I mentioned, I have always enjoyed watching early men admire Marie 's beauty ; it makes me find lucky at least in one -- I would say the most important -- 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 to the kitchen, bringing dishful back and forth, fetching wine and refilling their glasses. Karl spent about of dinner ogling Marie 's knocker. At least he seemed to be enjoying himself. And she did too.

After dinner party, Marie invited Karl to conjoin her on the sofa. I went to get another bottle of vino. When I came back, I could see that Marie 's shortly skirt was hiked up very high on her thighs. Karl was playing with Marie 's fingerbreadth, telling her she should really wear breeze through polish.

They kept chattering on. I sat in a chairwoman, sipped my wine-coloured, and watched. Their conversation turned to me, as though I was n't even there. Karl told Marie what a bad salesman I was and told some admittedly amusing stories about my respective failure that got Marie laughing. He told her, `` I was just about to fire the little wimp, and I think I still will. ``

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

'' Just to see them juggs again would be deserving keeping the little wimp another week, '' he said. So, without even a glance to me, Marie invited Karl to dinner the observe 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 retentive than right, but then he left.

I fretted all the succeeding hebdomad. Prior to the succeeding dinner party, I took Marie out to shit for breeze through polish. We could n't give 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 feet, especially kneeling before her and pampering them. I worked on her fingernails as well, and by hebdomad 's end, I had learned a new skill that I very much enjoyed.

I also worried about what Marie should wear for the future big dark. After many try, we settled finally on a silky, creamy-colored translucent buttoned-down blouse. Under it, we chose a low cut, creamy, front-clasping bra that pushed up her tit a bit. Again, I was in cathexis of buttoning the blouse, and saw to it that it revealed plenty of cleavage. I chose a longer, wrap-around skirt that tends to shine and break very highschool up on Marie 's thigh whenever she sits down and crosses her legs.

The dinner was pretty very 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 jokes, hung on every Good Book, her eyes twinkled at everything he said, and she took every chance to brush against him or touch him.

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

Karl wanted a demonstration. So Marie said to me, `` cum here Baby chick. '' No one before had ever heard Marie 's occult pet name for me, I was surprised and embarrassed that Marie had used her pet epithet for me in nominal head of my boss. Karl guffawed. I blushed and came toward Marie. `` On your knee, infant Doll, derive to Mama. '' 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 lovemaking. Probably remembering all the care I had taken during the week in pampering her feet, Marie said, `` mummy 's substructure are tired and pestiferous. Take off my shoes and work out my toes
clean and massage my tired foot. '' With Karl roaring with laughter and thinking this was the funniest thing he ever saw, I began licking and massaging Marie 's understructure as she sat there at the table.

After it no longer seemed to amuse them anymore, Marie told me to finish. She told me to serve the future row, and the dinner party continued.

As they became more animated, I became more and More withdrawn and tranquil. 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 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 to the lowest degree a glimpse of her step-in. He admired the nail polish, holding her hands, and playing with her fingers all the while. He said he liked crimson pinpoint polish, and that with her food colouring, 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 piece of work, how worthless I was, and how he really needed to enkindle me, and, again, Marie got him to go for off for another week by inviting him to dinner again.

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

life-time at work was deplorable. Karl would relieve oneself petroleum comments about Marie 's body and lost no chance to belittle me, even in front of my fellow worker. He even started calling me chick Baby in sales get together, not even getting the epithet right. He would say, `` Doll Baby, go get me a pack of butt. '' And I would go get them for him.

With each dinner party, Marie became successively more sexy in her dress 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 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 titty and the depth of her cleavage, and skirt that would be sure to prove plenty of creamy thigh.

One dinner, Karl returned to the question of what Marie could possibly see in me. He said, `` He 's such a loser. He 's a tot up nonstarter, he 's not expert looking, he has no sense of humor. Does he have a really big pecker, 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 please her and had so lilliputian ego, I would work out her anyplace she liked, and that she particularly liked that when I was pleasuring her down below with my tongue, I would lick her both fore and aft, something that none of her previous fan would do. Karl thought that particularly hilarious.

Again, I was embarrassed that Marie was so give with our lilliputian marital secrets.

After that revelation, at piece of work, he would hold remarks about me being an `` ass kisser '' and a `` brown noser '' and other tasteless comments relating to my oral examination fixation on my married woman 's bottom. He also discovered that Marie gives me the honor of buying her panties and picking out which couplet for her to weary each day. Karl made it a stop every day at work to ask me to delineate what pantie Marie was wearing that day. Although it was humiliating to do, I could n't resist describing them in great point, and found myself getting an erection every prison term I described the step-in she was wearing back plate as we spoke.

Another even, Karl let it be known that he liked the idea of garter belt ammunition and stockings, so later that hebdomad we went out and added them to Marie 's closet. We got a whole ensemble, a sexy black-market bra, and a tight V-necked dip blouse that was so small it left very much of her waist exposed, and a very pocket-sized smuggled mini-skirt with a slit on one thigh. Underneath was a blacken garter belt, string-bikini, stockings set, topped off with a pair of heights stiletto heels. It made Marie look like the classic French prostitute.

After dinner that night, I sat in my electric chair watching them sitting on the couch when Marie 's allowed her bird to boost up so Karl could see where the stockings attach to the garters. Although I had watched his hands casually touch Marie 's legs before, this fourth dimension he said he wanted to feel if they were the silky kind. So Marie slid over and put her legs across his lap, and he began stroking her ramification. He got his hands up to the top of the inning of the stockings and even touched her bare thigh `` to equate '' the silkiness of the cutis and the stockings. That was bad enough, but then Marie encouraged him to compare how much soft the inside of her thigh is than the outside. I could n't believe the ritual killing she was making for me. When he tried to make a motion his manus up to find her panty -- we had picked out a matching black string bikini, though I had no musical theme Karl would ever discover it -- she finally brushed him away.

That night, when Marie bid Karl goodnight at the front threshold, 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 open, and they were devouring each former. I was petrified. Should I break it up to protect Marie ? If I did, would I fall back my job ? I just stayed watching. After about five bit of smooching, Karl 's hands really started working on Marie 's derriere. Soon the skirt was hiked up over her ass, and he was kneading her fundament through the string two-piece. Marie was putting on a good act. She was moving into Karl, not away, as would be anyone 's innate response. She actually seemed to be grinding her physical structure 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 hair was mussed up, her lipstick smeared, her skirt was hiked up high on her hip joint, and she walked unsteadily in her high heels -- she looked incredibly sexy. As she came close to me, I saw a hickey on her cervix, and a big wet, spunk dapple on her blouse. I immediately started apologizing to her for putting her through this humble experience. I fell to my knee joint in front of her and hugged her. In doing so, I wiped my case on Karl 's tinder. 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 leg, and unsteady on her understructure as she was, we both fell back on the couch, where Karl and Marie had just been sitting. I continued rubbing my look between her branch, mixing her elbow grease and moisture with Karl 's cum and my split and saliva. Marie had a shuddering orgasm, and pulled me up to finish making love to her. We fell asleep right there on the lounge in each former 's arms.

One night that week when we were already in bed, the telephone set 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 lingua 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 house as a Edgar Guest, but she reminded him that she was entertaining him because he was my gaffer, and she wanted to hold open 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 former end. `` I told you before, Karl, that Howie will do whatever I say. '' Another pause.

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

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

I thanked Marie for being so self sacrificing for me and for being so dedicated to our marriage, and I apologized for putting her in a spatial relation 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 word to complete the prison term. I told her it was the greatest proof of her dearest for me.

Karl continued to be unbearable at work. One day, in the meeting of a sales meeting, he said, `` Hey, dame Baby run down and get me a candy bar. '' I went to the vendition automobile and got him something in a colorful wrapping. When I came back, he said, `` What kinda fag confect is that ? Get me a real number candy 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 side by side dinner, I again applied ace polish to Marie, this time a hot pink vividness, and helped her with her hair and make up ( which seemed to be applied heavier and darker with each visit ). I also helped her pickax out her press. That Night, we picked a pair of tight little pinko spandex short-shorts cut high on her behind and low on her shank. They hugged her genital organ area, outlining everything, and making it clear that there was nil underneath. Before dinner party, I helped reduce 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 loose hangman's halter top that tied at the nape of the neck and across the back. With no bra underneath, Marie 's boob were left to swing and sway with the slim movement. Her teat poked at the tenuous cotton material.

Karl did indeed bring Marie a present, a tasteless housecoat, the kind sold in grown book store. To my surprise, Marie bought Karl a present as well. It was a pair of carpet slipper. She had Karl sit on the sofa as she knelt in straw man of him, took off his horseshoe, and slipped his base 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 party. When I called them in for dinner party, they came with a great deal giggling. The sleeper to Marie 's halter top
were sunk, and she asked me to help re-tie them.

By now, I had lost my pip at the dinner table. Karl had complained that it was a drag seeing my scowling and morose face while he ate. At Marie 's suggestion, I had prepared the mesa for two with standard candle to give way it a more romanticist feel. Marie had also put some thought into my press. She had me garb like a waiter, ignominious falloff and flannel shirt. I spent virtually 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 call me to serve them.

After dinner, as Karl and Marie walked into the living room, his hand was squeezing her ass. I have to accept that her tail end never looked lovely than in those tight, spandex short circuit short circuit, and it was understandable that anyone would want to grab her ass, especially the bottom third, that delicious round part where ass meets leg, that was exposed by the knickers riding up her buns.

Marie pretended that she was enjoying Karl 's dirty manus 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 table, 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 direction. I watched as he kept slipping his fingerbreadth inside her bloomers. As he worked his bridge player, her shorts covered less and less of
her bottom.

Her merchant ship was so beautiful, I could n't avail but be mesmerized and aroused, despite my jealousy. I would receive loved to have sucked on her bum 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 good lilliputian babe doll and put fresh sheets on our bed, and light some candle in the bedroom for Karl and me ? ``

I prepared a nice short passion nest for Marie and Karl. We had some scented wax light, and I found our flabby sheets. Finally, I put some soft, amorous music on the CD-player, a jot Marie had n't even asked for. I was looking forward in a depraved way to kneeling at the foot of the bed and watching my beautiful wife having sex with my horrible brute of a boss.

But the evening did n't go according to my design. When I returned to the life room, to severalize Karl and Marie that our bedroom was set, 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 slippers. He handed me some money and told me to get lost. I wanted to persist. I thought it my rightful place as Marie 's husband to stay a the fundament of my man and wife bed and look out my beauty being ravished by the beast, but orders are orders, and, grudgingly, I had to leave.

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

When I came back from the liquor store, Marie and Karl were in our bedroom. The threshold was closed, and Karl 's shoes were sitting outside the door, waiting for me to shine them. Also, on the couch, were Marie 's pink spandex shorts and halter top. Karl must have stripped her naked 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 sign for me to pick up and lavation, I rubbed my grimace in the still dampish genitals of her shorts, inhaled
the fragrance, 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 clash, glossiness, and fender, and sat on the floor outside my chamber door and began shining Karl 's skid. While doing that, I listened intently to every rustle, giggle, and moan emanating from my bedroom. The forged voice was hearing Marie exclaim, `` Oh Karl, fuck me in effect. Oh, God, you fuck so good. Yes, yes, take my pussy, Oh God, your prick feels so honorable. Yes. Harder. You 're so difficult. God, YES. ``

I recognized her voice, so I knew it was her. But I had definitely never heard anything of the variety from her in or out of the bedroom. I had never heard a bad word 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 threshold opened and Karl came out. He bent to visit the shoes. `` Not too bad, '' he said, `` maybe we 'll find a use for you yet. '' He sat on one of our electric chair and said, `` Come here, Baby skirt. Take off my skidder and put my shoes back on me. '' Shaking with hatred and care, I knelt in front line 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 dwelling house and give my wife a respectable fucking too. '' He got up and left without
another word.

I crept into the darken chamber with the taper still flickering and soft music performing. `` Do you get laid him more than me ? '' I whispered, my voice cracking.

'' Oh, indulge doll, you know Mama wuvs her widdle biddie babe, '' Marie said in the sister talk voice she knows that just melts me.

'' come to Mama. Come and kiss Mama where Big Bad hirer 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 mommy all wet and huuuhrting and duhrrty. ``

I snuggled between her legs, and started lapping and cleaning her inner thighs and the unhurt jismy and tricksy area in between.

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

I brought Marie to a slowly building, lovesome and glowing orgasm with my natural language. In the process, I was spirit on sucking and licking away every shadow of Karl. After her climax, she pulled me up. `` Let mom feel baby 's widdle peenie inside me. '' I wiggled inside her inviting wetness and warmth. `` Ooooh, babe 's widdle biddie peenie flavour so dainty and comfy womfy. Not like that big bad boss man who hurt Mama with his BIG, HARD, COCK. ``

Her vocalization completely changed tone on the survive three language, and as she gasped with what seemed to be the memory of Karl 's penis throbbing inside her, I came with a little squirt, not having been inside her to a greater extent than 10 seconds.

As I lay in bed cuddled in the inside spoon locating next to Marie in the dark I realized that in one way Karl was a better 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 sexual love for me was genuine, and that she found sex with me satisfying in a way that I knew Karl was unequal to of serving her. I became resigned at that second to the thought that having us both was not only a career saver for me, but probably expert for Marie as well.

Karl continues to come for his hebdomadally dinner party. He continues to humiliate me at work and at habitation. I could renounce my job and find another that probably would be no worse. But I stay there despite the harassment. I recognize that I like being a wimp and a cuckold. Karl is disgusting and does n't really weigh. What matters is Marie. My life revolves around her. What I love the most is knowing the powerfulness that she has over me. Karl may remember he 's in controller. But I know better. Marie is the one in the center who controls everything. I still, and always will, worship the basis she walks on.

Proudly signed,

Willing Wimp .