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

With one exception, I 've been a unsuccessful person in life. A below average student, not acrobatic, no especial talents, not much to look at, and barely able to control a job as a salesman. All my life I 've been called an underachiever. My one achievement has been landing my married woman, Marie, a truly gorgeous woman. Marie has a face and body men dream about. She has deep, Robert Brown eyes and chestnut tree tomentum, a naturally lightly tanned complexion, and a total, curvy figure of the hourglass character -- a diminished shank but ample pelvic girdle and round, inviting breasts and ass. Her feminine smasher is matched by her affectionateness and an animal magnetic attraction that she exudes. Men have always been drawn to her, and watching men admire and desire her has been my heavy informant of pridefulness. Needless to say, I worship the ground she walks on.

My political boss, Karl, is a crude, loud, arrogant bully. I admit that he is an efficacious salesman, parting of his natural aggressiveness and self-confidence, but I ca n't stand him. He is also very daunting, and I have always been especially diffident in his presence.

I had the fewest sale of anyone in the company, and simply was n't pulling my weight. I was on probation and on the sceptre of losing my job. In a last-ditch bid to keep my job, I thought I might receive Karl over for dinner at my apartment. The only reason I thought he might accept the invitation was because I had noticed him eyeing my married woman once at a company party. I worked up my courage to invite him, and, to my with child relief, 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 employment early to buy wine and groceries, clean the star sign, and fudge a nice dinner party. Marie could see that I was very skittish. In the hour before Karl 's arrival, I asked Marie if she was going to commute her clothes. She looked surprised. She was wearing her usual, somewhat materialistic wear. `` What 's improper with this ? '' she said. I told her that I would really care it if she could don something just a little bit sexy.

I nervously told her that I thought Karl was about to fire me, and that my only hope was this dinner, and the intellection that somehow Marie would be able to sway him to let me sustain my job.

'' If you think I can facilitate, 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 unawares shirt at the prison term, I asked her to put that one on. Marie also generally wore little make up, her born beauty really needs no enhancing, but I asked her to put on lipstick and eye shadow for the occasion. She could severalise that I really wanted her to make an stamp on Karl.

As the doorbell rang, I took one finale look at Marie, and took one little action that probably changed the rest of my life. I reached up, and unbuttoned two to a greater extent buttons on her sweater, which revealed her trench, rich cleavage. I gave her a kiss before opening the threshold and greeting Karl.

Karl hardly glanced at me. His middle lit up at the sight 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 help but feel immense pride in Marie. As I mentioned, I have always enjoyed watching other men admire Marie 's beauty ; it makes me finger favourable at to the lowest degree in one -- I would say the most crucial -- function of my life.

dinner party went well. I am not much of a conversationist, especially with Karl. But Marie kept up a conversation, and I ran back and forth to the kitchen, bringing stunner back and forth, fetching wine and refilling their glasses. Karl spent most of dinner party ogling Marie 's knocker. At least he seemed to be enjoying himself. And she did too.

After dinner, Marie invited Karl to join her on the couch. I went to get another bottle of wine. When I came back, I could see that Marie 's little annulus was hiked up very high on her second joint. Karl was playing with Marie 's fingers, telling her she should really wear off nail polish.

They kept chattering on. I sat in a professorship, 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 news report about my assorted failures 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 Lapplander time next week ? You would n't sack Howie for the next calendar week, would you ? '' As she asked the enquiry, she leaned toward Karl, and her breast almost spilled out of her sweater entirely.

'' Just to see them juggs again would be worth keeping the trivial wimp another week, '' he said. So, without even a glimpse to me, Marie invited Karl to dinner the following week.

As he left, Marie stood at the threshold, telling him what a fun evening it was. She gave him a hug, and I thought he held it a bit foresighted than right, but then he left.

I fretted all the future calendar week. Prior to the next dinner party, I took Marie out to buy at for nail polish. We could n't afford a proper manicure, so I told her I would take 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 accomplishment that I very much enjoyed.

I also worried about what Marie should wear for the future big night. After many effort, 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 boob a bit. Again, I was in charge of buttoning the blouse, and saw to it that it revealed plenty of cleavage. I chose a longer, wrap-around skirt that tends to fall and break open very high up on Marie 's thigh whenever she sits down and crosses her legs.

The dinner was pretty very much a repeat of the week before. I was amazed at what a trade good actress Marie was. She was absolutely convincing in pretending that she was entranced by Karl. She laughed at his laugh, hung on every Word of God, her center twinkled at everything he said, and she took every opportunity to brush against him or tinct him.

At one point, Karl asked Marie what she saw in me. She commented on my `` sugariness, '' and my cultism, how I would `` do anything for her. '' Karl, laughed. `` You 're shittin'me. '' He said. Marie insisted that I would do anything she asked because I worshipped her. She was right of course, but I wish she had n't said it.

Karl wanted a demonstration. So Marie said to me, `` Come here Baby dolly. '' No one before had ever heard Marie 's mystic pet figure for me, I was surprised and embarrassed that Marie had used her pet name for me in front of my chief. Karl guffawed. I blushed and came toward Marie. `` On your human knee, sister dame, do to Mama. '' I was mortified, now she had said not only her pet public figure for me, but her nearly familiar pet public figure for herself when we are making love. Probably remembering all the concern I had taken during the week in pampering her feet, Marie said, `` Mama 's feet are tired and unsportsmanlike. contain off my skid and cream my toes
cleanse and massage my tired animal foot. '' With Karl roaring with laughter and thinking this was the comic 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 barricade. She told me to serve the next course, and the dinner party continued.

As they became more animated, I became more and to a greater extent withdrawn and tranquilize. That did n't look to trouble them any. They pretty much ignored me, except to ask me for more food or vino. They again wound up on the couch and, indeed, Marie 's annulus fell away, and she made no effort whatsoever to cover herself, allowing it nearly to make her private parts. In fact, I suspect that Karl -- who made no secret of looking -- caught at least a glance of her pantie. He admired the nail polish, holding her hands, and playing with her fingerbreadth all the while. He said he liked redder nail refinement, 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 give the sack me, and, again, Marie got him to declare off for another week by inviting him to dinner again.

So started our own little 1001 Nox. The only thing that kept me from being fired, was my married woman 's hope to go on her seductive dinners.

life at work was scummy. Karl would make crude comment about Marie 's body and lost no opportunity to belittle me, even in presence of my colleague. He even started calling me Doll infant in gross revenue meetings, not even getting the name right. He would say, `` wench Baby, go get me a gang of cigarettes. '' And I would go get them for him.

With each dinner, Marie became successively more sexy in her dress and hold up, and each hebdomad 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 restrain budget, we devoted what money we had to buy provocative blouses and aphrodisiac brassiere that accentuated the voluminosity of her breasts and the deepness of her cleavage, and wench that would be for certain to show up raft of creamy thigh.

One dinner party, Karl returned to the interrogative sentence of what Marie could possibly see in me. He said, `` He 's such a unsuccessful person. He 's a total bankruptcy, he 's not secure looking, he has no sense of humor. Does he have a really big tool, 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 small ego, I would lick her anywhere she liked, and that she particularly liked that when I was pleasuring her down below with my clapper, I would lap up her both fore and aft, something that none of her old lovers would do. Karl thought that particularly hilarious.

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

After that Revelation of Saint John the Divine, at work, he would take remarks about me being an `` ass kisser '' and a `` brown noser '' and other tasteless input relating to my oral regression on my wife 's bed. He also discovered that Marie gives me the honor of buying her panties and picking out which pair for her to hold out each day. Karl made it a level every day at work 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 item, and found myself getting an erection every time I described the panties she was wearing back dwelling as we spoke.

Another evening, Karl let it be known that he liked the idea of supporter swath and stockings, so later that workweek we went out and added them to Marie 's wardrobe. We got a entirely ensemble, a aphrodisiac black bra, and a pixilated V-necked plunge blouse that was so small it left much of her waist exposed, and a very low black mini-skirt with a slit on one thigh. Underneath was a pitch-black garter belt, string-bikini, stockings set, topped off with a pair of high stiletto dog. It made Marie look like the definitive French prostitute.

After dinner that dark, I sat in my electric chair watching them sitting on the sofa when Marie 's allowed her skirt to hike up up so Karl could see where the stockings attach to the garters. Although I had watched his hands casually touch Marie 's wooden leg before, this time he said he wanted to feel if they were the silky variety. So Marie slid over and put her legs across his lap, and he began stroking her legs. He got his hands up to the top of the stockings and even touched her bare thigh `` to liken '' the silkiness of the pelt and the stockings. That was bad enough, but then Marie encouraged him to compare how a great deal softer the inside of her thigh is than the outside. I could n't believe the forfeit she was making for me. When he tried to be active his mitt up to feel her panties -- we had picked out a matching total darkness string Bikini, though I had no theme Karl would ever observe it -- she finally brushed him away.

That night, when Marie bid Karl goodnight at the nominal head 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 great deal. Their sass were opened, and they were devouring each other. I was petrified. Should I wear out it up to protect Marie ? If I did, would I lose my job ? I just stayed watching. After about five minutes of snuggling, Karl 's script really started working on Marie 's derriere. Soon the skirt was hiked up over her ass, and he was kneading her bottom through the string bikini. 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 torso against him. They continued groping and fumbling in the threshold for some clip. And I quietly watched, trying to be as inconspicuous as possible.

When Karl finally left, Marie walked back into the bread and butter way. Her pilus was mussed up, her lipstick smeared, her skirt was hiked up high on her pelvis, and she walked unsteadily in her high school heels -- she looked incredibly sexy. As she came close to me, I saw a love bite on her neck, and a big wet, tinder spot on her blouse. I immediately started apologizing to her for putting her through this humbling experience. I fell to my knee joint in front of her and hugged her. In doing so, I wiped my face on Karl 's spunk. I guess it
was a way of sharing the abasement. We did n't even get to our sleeping accommodation. I began nuzzling between her wooden leg, and unfirm on her feet as she was, we both fell back on the couch, where Karl and Marie had just been sitting. I continued rubbing my face between her legs, mixing her sweat and wet with Karl 's cum and my tears and spittle. Marie had a shuddering coming, and pulled me up to finish making love to her. We fell asleep right there on the sofa in each other 's arms.

One Nox that week when we were already in bed, the speech sound rang. It was Karl. He wanted to talk with Marie. As I lay adjacent to her in bed, I listened to their conversation. Marie kept telling him how she was fantasizing about him all the sentence, imagining his big tongue filling her backtalk and wanting his big hammer there too. He apparently was trying to get her to descend 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 invitee, but she reminded him that she was entertaining him because he was my boss, and she wanted to hold back him happy. Then it sounded like he was asking her for sex. `` I 'd really like that too, Karl, '' she said, `` but think about wretched Howie. ``

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

'' Howie, creep between my peg, I need to hide your auricle, '' 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 voiceless. '' Then, she pressed her thighs against my forefront, so I could n't pick up much, but as she orgasmed, she loosened her handle, and I heard her still talking into the telephone set, `` Oh, Yes, Karl, yes, do me. ``

It looked like the next dinner party was going to be a real particular date. Marie made Karl promise to bring in her a present, and said if they were going to start really having sex, she wanted a present from him each sentence, as well as a $ 100 bonus for me in my next 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 marriage, and I apologized for putting her in a placement where she had to pretend to witness 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 Logos to nail the sentence. I told her it was the cracking proof of her love for me.

Karl continued to be unendurable at oeuvre. One day, in the meeting of a sales event meeting, he said, `` Hey, Doll Baby run down and get me a candy bar. '' I went to the vending machine and got him something in a colourful wrap. When I came back, he said, `` What kinda fag candy is that ? Get me a genuine confect bar. '' So I went back and got him another. All the other sales associates watched me kowtow to him, and I again felt absolutely humiliated.

In preparation for the following dinner party, I again applied nail polish to Marie, this time a hot pinko color, and helped her with her hair and pee up ( which seemed to be applied heavier and darker with each visit ). I also helped her pick out her wardrobe. That night, we picked a twosome of tight little pink spandex short-shorts cut in high spirits 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 and shave her pubic sphere, because the shorts were more revealing than most two-piece bottoms.

For the top, instead of the usual cleavage-revealing shirt or blouse, we chose a informal haltere top that tied at the nape of the neck and across the backbone. With no bra underneath, Marie 's knocker were left to swing and sway with the fragile movement. Her mammilla poked at the lose weight cotton material.

Karl did indeed land Marie a represent, a tasteless housecoat, the kind sold in pornographic book memory. To my surprisal, Marie bought Karl a salute as well. It was a pair of slider. She had Karl sit on the sofa as she knelt in front of him, took off his brake shoe, and slipped his feet into the slippers. Then, Marie jumped in his lap, and they started kissing and fooling around. I went back into the kitchen to take in final training for dinner. When I called them in for dinner party, they came with lots giggling. The ties to Marie 's hackamore top
were unwrap, and she asked me to aid re-tie them.

By now, I had lost my berth at the dinner table. Karl had complained that it was a pull seeing my scowling and glum face while he ate. At Marie 's suggestion, I had prepared the mesa for two with candles to move over it a more romantic tactile property. Marie had also put some idea into my press. She had me garb like a server, black morass and white shirt. I spent about of the dinner in the kitchen.

When not preparing the food, I sat listening to them by the threshold, and waiting for them to prognosticate me to dish them.

After dinner party, as Karl and Marie walked into the keep room, his bridge player was squeezing her ass. I have to admit that her bottom never looked lovely than in those tight, spandex curt shorts, and it was understandable that anyone would want to snaffle her ass, especially the penetrate third, that delicious round theatrical role where ass meets leg, that was exposed by the pant riding up her buns.

Marie pretended that she was enjoying Karl 's dirty paws all over her. Again, I was amazed by her devotion to me to allow for him to act that way for my saki. As I cleared the tabular array, I saw them making out on the couch. Marie was sort of on top of Karl, kissing him and running her finger's breadth through his hair. Karl 's paw were planted on Marie 's ass, which was pointed ever so fetchingly in my direction. I watched as he kept slipping his digit inside her knickers. As he worked his hands, her shorts covered less and less of
her bottom.

Her bottom was so beautiful, I could n't help but be mesmerized and aroused, despite my jealousy. I would accept loved to take sucked on her fanny right then and there, but knew that I could n't because Karl would n't like it.

Marie called me over. `` babe Doll, we 're getting uncomfortable on the lounge. Will you be a good fiddling baby bird and put refreshed sheets on our bed, and light some wax light in the bedroom for Karl and me ? ``

I prepared a nice little dearest snuggle for Marie and Karl. We had some scented candles, and I found our softest sheets. Finally, I put some soft, romantic medicine on the CD-player, a pinch Marie had n't even asked for. I was looking forward in a wayward way to kneeling at the foundation of the bed and watching my beautiful wife having sex with my frightful brute of a boss.

But the evening did n't go according to my plans. When I returned to the living room, to order 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 party cognac and cigar to go with his new slippers. He handed me some money and told me to get lost. I wanted to stay. I thought it my true billet as Marie 's married man to continue a the foundation of my wedding bed and catch my beauty being ravished by the fauna, but orders are orders, and, grudgingly, I had to leave.

'' Oh, and Baby Doll, '' Marie added, `` when you get back, I want you to gleam Karl 's shoes. They 're all scuffed up, and we ca n't give birth our big boss man walking around with scuffed up place. I want you to be a soundly shoe refulgency boy make them all nice and shiney. ``

When I came back from the liquor store, Marie and Karl were in our bedchamber. The door was closed, and Karl 's shoes were sitting outside the door, waiting for me to shine them. Also, on the sofa, were Marie 's garden pink spandex underdrawers and hempen necktie top. Karl must feature 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 house for me to pick up and dry wash, I rubbed my typeface in the still moist crotch of her short pants, inhaled
the perfume, and played with myself a slight 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 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 unfit component was hearing Marie exclaim, `` Oh Karl, fuck me good. Oh, God, you fuck so good. Yes, yes, fill my pussy, Oh God, your pecker feels so good. Yes. Harder. You 're so intemperately. God, YES. ``

I recognized her vocalism, 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 Good Book out of her mouth before, and yet this stream of profanity issued from her pure and beautiful lips.

After too long a wait, the threshold opened and Karl came out. He bent to visit the horseshoe. `` Not too bad, '' he said, `` maybe we 'll find a use for you yet. '' He sat on one of our professorship and said, `` Come here, child Doll. demand off my slippers and put my shoe back on me. '' Shaking with hatred and fright, I knelt in straw man of Karl and put his place on him. He looked at the cognac and cigar I had laid out for him. `` Save 'em for next workweek, '' he said, `` I got ta get home and give my married woman a good fucking too. '' He got up and left without
another word.

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

'' Oh, coddle doll, you know Mama wuvs her widdle biddie baby, '' Marie said in the baby talk vox she knows that just melts me.

'' seed to Mama. seed and kiss Mama where Big Bad party boss Man made me all sore with his big bad phallus. '' I crawled up onto the bed. `` Mama wuvs her widdle hen infant dame, '' she said again. `` Bad Bossy Mahn made mamma all wet and huuuhrting and duhrrty. ``

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

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

I brought Marie to a slowly edifice, warm and glowing orgasm with my tongue. In the physical process, I was intention on sucking and licking away every trace of Karl. After her orgasm, she pulled me up. `` Let Mama finger child 's widdle peenie inside me. '' I wiggled inside her inviting wetness and warmth. `` Ooooh, sister 's widdle biddie peenie feels so nice and comfy womfy. Not like that big bad boss man who hurt Mama with his BIG, HARD, peter. ``

Her voice completely changed whole step on the shoemaker's last three words, and as she gasped with what seemed to be the storage of Karl 's member pounding inside her, I came with a fiddling small fry, 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 practiced lover than me, and that on one tier 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 present moment to the idea that having us both was not only a life history rescuer for me, but probably secure for Marie as well.

Karl continues to amount for his weekly dinners. He continues to humiliate me at work and at menage. I could cease my job and find another that probably would be no sorry. 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 count. What matters is Marie. My life revolves around her. What I love the most is knowing the major power that she has over me. Karl may opine he 's in control. But I know better. Marie is the one in the center who controls everything. I still, and always will, worship the ground she walks on.

Proudly signed,

volition Wimp .