There is a lot of public lecture these days about sexual harassment. I am a caseful in point, but with an odd twist. 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 elision, I 've been a failure in life. A down the stairs average scholarly person, not gymnastic, no special talents, not practically to look at, and barely able to keep back a job as a salesman. All my life I 've been called an underperformer. My one achievement has been landing my wife, Marie, a truly gorgeous woman. Marie has a face and body men dream about. She has deep, brown optic and chestnut whisker, a naturally lightly tanned complexion, and a wax, buxom figure of the hourglass eccentric -- a modest waist but rich hips and round, inviting chest and ass. Her feminine ravisher is matched by her lovingness and an fauna magnetism that she exudes. Men have always been drawn to her, and watching men admire and desire her has been my dandy reference of pride. Needless to say, I worship the ground she walks on.

My hirer, Karl, is a crude, loud, arrogant bully. I admit that he is an effective salesman, part of his natural aggression and sureness, but I ca n't stand him. He is also very restrain, and I have always been especially shy in his presence.

I had the fewest sales event of anyone in the society, and simply was n't pulling my free 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 only reason I thought he might accept the invitation was because I had noticed him eyeing my wife once at a society company. I worked up my courage to invite him, and, to my great 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 piece of work early to buy wine and foodstuff, clean the house, and cook a nice dinner. Marie could see that I was very uneasy. In the hr before Karl 's reaching, I asked Marie if she was going to exchange her clothes. She looked storm. She was wearing her usual, somewhat conservative article of clothing. `` What 's incorrect with this ? '' she said. I told her that I would really like it if she could put on something just a little bit sexy.

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

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

We went upstairs, and I helped her pick out a tight-fitting, button down plain jumper. Although she only owned one really brusque shirt at the clip, I asked her to put that one on. Marie also generally wore small make up, her natural beauty really needs no enhancing, but I asked her to put on lip rouge and eye shadower for the occasion. She could tell that I really wanted her to pee-pee an effect on Karl.

As the doorbell rang, I took one last look at Marie, and took one short activity that probably changed the rest period of my biography. I reached up, and unbuttoned two Thomas More push on her perspirer, which revealed her trench, rich cleavage. I gave her a kiss before opening the door and greeting Karl.

Karl hardly glanced at me. His eyes lit up at the great deal 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 facilitate but feel huge pride in Marie. As I mentioned, I have always enjoyed watching other men admire Marie 's mantrap ; it makes me sense prosperous at least in one -- I would say the most important -- theatrical role of my life.

dinner went well. I am not a lot of a conversationist, especially with Karl. But Marie kept up a conversation, and I ran back and Forth River to the kitchen, bringing dishes back and forth, fetching vino and refilling their specs. Karl spent most of dinner party ogling Marie 's breasts. At least he seemed to be enjoying himself. And she did too.

After dinner, Marie invited Karl to fall in her on the sofa. I went to get another bottle of wine-coloured. When I came back, I could see that Marie 's brusque dame was hiked up very gamy on her thighs. Karl was playing with Marie 's fingers, telling her she should really fag out breeze through polish.

They kept chattering on. I sat in a chair, sipped my wine, and watched. Their conversation turned to me, as though I was n't even there. Karl told Marie what a bad salesman I was and told some admittedly comic stories about my various failures that got Marie laughing. He told her, `` I was just about to can the footling crybaby, and I think I still will. ``

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

'' Just to see them juggs again would be worth keeping the footling weakly interacting massive particle another week, '' he said. So, without even a glimpse to me, Marie invited Karl to dinner the observe 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 thirster than proper, but then he left.

I fretted all the next week. Prior to the next dinner, I took Marie out to denounce for nail round off. We could n't give a proper manicure, so I told her I would get word 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 week 's end, I had learned a new skill that I very much enjoyed.

I also worried about what Marie should wear for the next big Nox. 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 breast a bit. Again, I was in direction of buttoning the blouse, and saw to it that it revealed plenty of cleavage. I chose a longer, wrap-around wench that tends to fall and burst very high-pitched up on Marie 's thigh whenever she sits down and crosses her legs.

The dinner party was pretty much a repeat of the workweek before. I was amazed at what a proficient actress Marie was. She was absolutely convincing in pretending that she was entranced by Karl. She laughed at his caper, hung on every word, her centre twinkled at everything he said, and she took every opportunity to brush against him or have-to doe with him.

At one pointedness, Karl asked Marie what she saw in me. She commented on my `` fragrancy, '' 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 of instruction, but I wish she had n't said it.

Karl wanted a demonstration. So Marie said to me, `` semen here child Doll. '' 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 battlefront of my boss. Karl guffawed. I blushed and came toward Marie. `` On your stifle, infant Doll, number to mom. '' I was mortified, now she had said not only her pet name for me, but her most adumbrate pet epithet for herself when we are making love life. Probably remembering all the care I had taken during the week in pampering her feet, Marie said, `` mummy 's foot are tired and dirty. Take off my shoes and drub my toes
clean and massage my fag out metrical foot. '' With Karl roaring with laughter and thinking this was the amusing thing he ever saw, I began licking and massaging Marie 's base as she sat there at the table.

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

As they became more exalt, I became more and Thomas More withdrawn and repose. That did n't appear to devil them any. They pretty much ignored me, except to ask me for more nutrient or vino. They again wound up on the couch and, indeed, Marie 's skirt fell away, and she made no effort whatsoever to track herself, allowing it nearly to reach her fork. In fact, I suspect that Karl -- who made no secret of looking -- caught at least a glance of her scanty. He admired the nail polish, holding her hands, and playing with her finger's breadth all the while. He said he liked cherry-red nail 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 workplace, how worthless I was, and how he really needed to fire me, and, again, Marie got him to hold off for another week by inviting him to dinner again.

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

Life at work was misfortunate. Karl would produce rough comments about Marie 's body and lost no opportunity to belittle me, even in front of my co-workers. He even started calling me Doll Baby in sales get together, not even getting the public figure right. He would say, `` bird Baby, go get me a pack of cigarettes. '' And I would go get them for him.

With each dinner party, Marie became successively more sexy in her apparel and reach up, and each calendar week the goodnight hug became a bit longer. I was amazed at Marie 's willingness to play up to Karl given what a horrible goon he is.

Even on our limit budget, we devoted what money we had to buy provocative blouses and sexy bandeau that accentuated the voluminosity of her white meat and the depth of her cleavage, and doll that would be sure to show plenty of creamy thigh.

One dinner party, Karl returned to the question of what Marie could possibly see in me. He said, `` He 's such a also-ran. He 's a total nonstarter, he 's not good looking, he has no horse sense of humor. Does he have a really big dick, or what ? '' Marie laughed and told him that no, on the opposite, I had a very small penis. She said that because I would do anything to please 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 knife, I would lick her both fore and aft, something that none of her late fan would do. Karl thought that particularly hilarious.

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

After that revelation, at workplace, he would make comment about me being an `` ass kisser '' and a `` brownish noser '' and other tasteless comment relating to my oral examination fixation on my married woman 's bottom. He also discovered that Marie gives me the honor of buying her pantie and picking out which dyad for her to wear each day. Karl made it a dot every day at work to ask me to describe what panty Marie was wearing that day. Although it was humiliating to answer, I could n't resist describing them in with child detail, and found myself getting an erection every meter I described the panties she was wearing back home plate as we spoke.

Another evening, Karl let it be known that he liked the idea of garter bang and stockings, so later that week we went out and added them to Marie 's press. We got a unharmed ensemble, a sexy Negroid bra, and a tight V-necked plunge blouse that was so small it left much of her waist exposed, and a very humble black mini-skirt with a prick on one second joint. Underneath was a bootleg garter swath, string-bikini, stockings set, topped off with a pair of high stiletto heels. It made Marie look like the Greco-Roman Daniel Chester 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 so Karl could see where the stockings attach to the garters. Although I had watched his hands casually touch Marie 's legs before, this clip 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 legs. He got his mitt up to the crown 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 very much mild the interior of her second joint is than the outdoors. I could n't believe the sacrifice she was making for me. When he tried to move his paw up to feel her panties -- we had picked out a gibe Black person train bikini, though I had no theme Karl would ever break it -- she finally brushed him away.

That nighttime, when Marie bid Karl goodnight at the front room access, the hug became much longer. I stood some distance away, but I could see them. They were kissing. It was n't a good-night heap. Their lip were open, and they were devouring each other. I was petrified. Should I conk out it up to protect Marie ? If I did, would I lose my job ? I just stayed watching. After about five minutes of kissing, Karl 's hands really started working on Marie 's derriere. Soon the bird 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 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 support way. Her hair's-breadth was mussed up, her lipstick smeared, her dame was hiked up high on her hips, and she walked unsteadily in her high-pitched heels -- she looked incredibly sexy. As she came close to me, I saw a hickey on her cervix, and a big wet, punk spot on her blouse. I immediately started apologizing to her for putting her through this humiliating experience. I fell to my knees in front end of her and hugged her. In doing so, I wiped my side on Karl 's spunk. I guess it
was a way of sharing the humiliation. We did n't even get to our bedchamber. I began nuzzling between her legs, and unsteady 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 moisture with Karl 's cum and my tears and saliva. Marie had a shuddering orgasm, and pulled me up to finish making be intimate to her. We fell asleep right there on the sofa in each other 's arms.

One night that week when we were already in bed, the phone rang. It was Karl. He wanted to sing with Marie. As I lay side by side 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 oral cavity and wanting his big cock there too. He apparently was trying to get her to fall 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 sign of the zodiac as a Guest, but she reminded him that she was entertaining him because he was my boss, and she wanted to prevent him well-chosen. Then it sounded like he was asking her for sex. `` I 'd really wish that too, Karl, '' she said, `` but think about pitiable Howie. ``

There was a prospicient pause, as Karl talked on the early 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 auricle, '' she said. I did as I was told and started lapping between her branch. I heard her say, `` Fill me up, Karl, I want you, big and hard. '' Then, she pressed her thigh against my drumhead, so I could n't take heed very 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 hope to fetch her a present, and said if they were going to start really having sex, she wanted a salute from him each time, as well as a $ 100 bonus for me in my next pay envelope. Karl seemed to hold, 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 position where she had to guess to regain 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 sentence. I told her it was the peachy proof of her love for me.

Karl continued to be unbearable at piece of work. One day, in the meeting of a sales confluence, 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 colourful wrapper. When I came back, he said, `` What kinda fag confect is that ? Get me a actual candy bar. '' So I went back and got him another. All the other sales comrade watched me scrape to him, and I again felt absolutely humiliated.

In planning for the next dinner party, I again applied complete polish to Marie, this time a hot pink color, and helped her with her haircloth and make up ( which seemed to be applied heavier and darker with each visit ). I also helped her option out her closet. That dark, we picked a duet of stringent fiddling knock spandex short-shorts cut high on her fundament and low on her waist. They hugged her genital organ area, outlining everything, and making it crystallize that there was nada underneath. Before dinner party, I helped trim back and shave her pubic area, because the shorts were more unwrap than most bikini bottoms.

For the top, instead of the usual cleavage-revealing shirt or blouse, we chose a unloose 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 slightest movement. Her nipples poked at the thin cotton fiber material.

Karl did indeed convey Marie a present, a tasteless negligee, the kind sold in big Koran fund. To my surprisal, 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 human foot into the slippers. Then, Marie jumped in his lap, and they started kissing and fooling around. I went back into the kitchen to take final training for dinner. When I called them in for dinner, they came with a lot giggling. The railroad tie to Marie 's halter top
were undone, and she asked me to serve re-tie them.

By now, I had lost my smirch at the dinner table. Karl had complained that it was a drag seeing my scowling and glum case while he ate. At Marie 's hypnotism, I had prepared the table for two with candle to afford it a more romantic flavor. Marie had also put some cerebration into my wardrobe. She had me dress like a waiter, black slacks and blanched shirt. I spent most of the dinner in the kitchen.

When not preparing the solid food, I sat listening to them by the door, and waiting for them to anticipate me to dish up them.

After dinner, as Karl and Marie walked into the bread and butter elbow room, his manus was squeezing her ass. I have to admit that her merchant ship never looked endearing than in those stringent, spandex brusk shorts, and it was perceivable that anyone would need to snap up her ass, especially the bed 3rd, that Delicious daily 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 hand 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 fuzz. 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 fingers inside her trouser. As he worked his script, her shorts covered less and LE of
her bottom.

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

Marie called me over. `` babe Doll, we 're getting uncomfortable on the sofa. Will you be a dear lilliputian baby doll and put fresh sheets on our bed, and light some candles in the bedroom for Karl and me ? ``

I prepared a nice little love nest for Marie and Karl. We had some scented candela, and I found our softest shroud. Finally, I put some diffused, 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 married woman having sex with my frightful wolf of a boss.

But the eve did n't go according to my plans. When I returned to the sustenance elbow room, to secernate Karl and Marie that our bedroom was make, Karl looked at me like I had just interrupted them, and as though I had no commercial enterprise 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 stay. I thought it my rightful post as Marie 's husband to stay a the foot of my marriage bed and find out my looker being ravished by the wolf, but orders are orders, and, grudgingly, I had to leave.

'' Oh, and sister Doll, '' 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 party boss man walking around with scuffed up shoes. I want you to be a unspoilt shoe radiance 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 place were sitting outside the door, waiting for me to shine them. Also, on the sofa, were Marie 's pinko spandex shorts and halter top. Karl must take in 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 business firm for me to pick up and wash drawing, I rubbed my face in the still damp crotch of her boxershorts, inhaled
the perfume, 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 brake shoe skirmish, polish, and fender, and sat on the floor outside my bedroom threshold and began shining Karl 's shoes. While doing that, I listened intently to every rustle, giggle, and groan emanating from my sleeping accommodation. The tough percentage was hearing Marie exclaim, `` Oh Karl, fuck me good. Oh, God, you fuck so good. Yes, yes, fill my pussy, Oh God, your tool spirit so good. Yes. Harder. You 're so heavy. God, YES. ``

I recognized her interpreter, so I knew it was her. But I had definitely never heard anything of the sort from her in or out of the chamber. I had never heard a bad Son out of her mouth before, and yet this current of profanity issued from her pure and beautiful lips.

After too long a time lag, the door opened and Karl came out. He bent to inspect the shoes. `` Not too bad, '' he said, `` maybe we 'll find a use for you yet. '' He sat on one of our chairperson and said, `` Come here, Baby Doll. take on off my slippers and put my brake shoe 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 hebdomad, '' he said, `` I got ta get dwelling and devote my wife a good fucking too. '' He got up and left without
another word.

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

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

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

I snuggled between her pegleg, and started lapping and cleaning her inner thighs and the entirely jismy and slickness area in between.

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

I brought Marie to a slowly building, affectionate and glowing sexual climax with my glossa. In the process, I was intent on sucking and licking away every shadow of Karl. After her orgasm, she pulled me up. `` Let ma feel sister 's widdle peenie inside me. '' I wiggled inside her inviting wetness and warmth. `` Ooooh, baby 's widdle biddie peenie feels so skillful and comfy womfy. Not like that big bad hirer man who hurt Mama with his BIG, HARD, dick. ``

Her spokesperson completely changed tone of voice on the last 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 skilful fan than me, and that on one level he satisfied Marie in a way that I could n't. I felt bad about that, inferior as usual. But I also realized that Marie 's love for me was unfeigned, 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 moment to the estimate that having us both was not only a career recoverer for me, but probably best for Marie as well.

Karl continues to hail for his hebdomadally dinners. He continues to humiliate me at work and at home. I could quit 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 power that she has over me. Karl may remember he 's in ascendence. But I know better. Marie is the one in the centre who controls everything. I still, and always will, hero-worship the terra firma she walks on.

Proudly signed,

volition chicken .