There is a lot of talk these mean solar day about intimate harassment. I am a fount in pointedness, but with an odd twist. My male straight person knob sexually harasses me, another male straight person. How could that be ? It all revolves around my wife. Let me explain.

With one elision, I 've been a unsuccessful person in life. A to a lower place average bookman, not athletic, no limited talents, not much to depend at, and barely able to accommodate a job as a salesman. All my life I 've been called an underachiever. 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, John Brown eye and chestnut tree hair, a naturally lightly tanned complexion, and a full, buxom image of the hourglass type -- a small shank but ample pelvic girdle and rhythm, inviting titty and ass. Her womanly beauty is matched by her warmness and an animal magnetism that she exudes. Men have always been drawn to her, and watching men admire and desire her has been my groovy reference of pride. Needless to say, I worship the ground she walks on.

My hirer, Karl, is a crude, loud, self-important bully. I admit that he is an in effect salesman, part of his natural aggression and self-confidence, but I ca n't support him. He is also very intimidating, and I have always been especially fainthearted in his presence.

I had the fewest sales of anyone in the company, and simply was n't pulling my weight. I was on probation and on the verge of losing my job. In a last-ditch bid to keep 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 company party. I worked up my courageousness to invite him, and, to my great relief, he did, in fact, accept.

Marie has many fine timber, as I 've already indicated, but cooking and cleaning are not among them. On the day of the dinner, I left work early to buy wine and groceries, clean the house, and fix a overnice dinner. Marie could see that I was very anxious. In the hour before Karl 's arrival, I asked Marie if she was going to modify her clothes. She looked surprised. She was wearing her usual, somewhat conservativist vesture. `` What 's awry with this ? '' she said. I told her that I would really wish it if she could wear something just a little bit sexy.

I nervously told her that I thought Karl was about to sack me, and that my only Bob Hope was this dinner, and the thought that somehow Marie would be able to persuade him to let me keep 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 knitwork sweater. Although she only owned one really short-circuit shirt at the time, I asked her to put that one on. Marie also generally wore little make up, her natural beauty really needs no enhancing, but I asked her to put on lipstick and eye shadow for the occasion. She could enjoin that I really wanted her to make an feeling on Karl.

As the doorbell rang, I took one final stage look at Marie, and took one fiddling action that probably changed the rest of my life. I reached up, and unbuttoned two more push on her sweater, which revealed her deep, rich cleavage. I gave her a kiss before opening the door 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 tit. Although Karl disgusted me, I also could n't facilitate but feel immense pridefulness in Marie. As I mentioned, I have always enjoyed watching other men admire Marie 's beauty ; it makes me experience lucky at least in one -- I would say the most important -- part of my life.

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

After dinner, Marie invited Karl to connect her on the sofa. I went to get another bottle of wine. When I came back, I could see that Marie 's short annulus was hiked up very richly on her second joint. Karl was playing with Marie 's finger's breadth, telling her she should really wear nail polish.

They kept chattering on. I sat in a chair, 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 taradiddle about my various failure that got Marie laughing. He told her, `` I was just about to fire the picayune wimp, and I think I still will. ``

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

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

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

I fretted all the next week. Prior to the following dinner, I took Marie out to shop for pass with flying colors polish. We could n't give a proper manicure, so I told her I would read 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 workweek '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 night. After many endeavor, we settled finally on a silky, cream-colored semitransparent conservative blouse. Under it, we chose a low cut, creamy, front-clasping bra that pushed up her breasts a bit. Again, I was in charge of buttoning the blouse, and saw to it that it revealed plenty of cleavage. I chose a longer, wrap-around wench that tends to fall and separate very senior high up on Marie 's thigh whenever she sits down and crosses her legs.

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

At one level, 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 row, but I wish she had n't said it.

Karl wanted a demonstration. So Marie said to me, `` come here Baby Doll. '' No one before had ever heard Marie 's hole-and-corner pet epithet for me, I was surprised and embarrassed that Marie had used her pet name for me in presence of my party boss. Karl guffawed. I blushed and came toward Marie. `` On your knees, sister Doll, make out to Mama. '' I was mortified, now she had said not only her pet figure for me, but her most knowledgeable pet name for herself when we are making love. Probably remembering all the care I had taken during the hebdomad in pampering her substructure, Marie said, `` ma 's pes are tired and pestiferous. use up off my brake shoe and lap up my toes
clear and massage my tired feet. '' With Karl roaring with laughter and thinking this was the funniest affair 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 stop. She told me to serve the next form, and the dinner continued.

As they became more animated, I became more and Thomas More withdrawn and quiet. That did n't seem 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 skirt fell away, and she made no campaign whatsoever to cover herself, allowing it nearly to touch her genitals. In fact, I suspect that Karl -- who made no secret of looking -- caught at least a glimpse of her panties. He admired the nail polish, holding her hands, and playing with her finger all the while. He said he liked redder nail polish, and that with her colour, she should jade 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 fire me, and, again, Marie got him to keep back off for another week by inviting him to dinner again.

So started our own footling 1001 Nights. The only thing that kept me from being fired, was my married woman 's promise to continue her seductive dinners.

lifespan at work was miserable. Karl would make stark comments about Marie 's body and lost no opportunity to derogate me, even in front end of my co-workers. He even started calling me Doll Baby in gross sales merging, not even getting the name right. He would say, `` skirt babe, go get me a large number of butt. '' And I would go get them for him.

With each dinner, Marie became successively more sexy in her wearing apparel and realise 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 atrocious lump he is.

Even on our limited budget, we devoted what money we had to buy provocative blouses and sexy brassiere that accentuated the fullness of her breasts and the depth of her cleavage, and annulus that would be sure enough to show hatful 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 loser. He 's a come failure, he 's not safe looking, he has no sense of humor. Does he sustain a really big cock, 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 little ego, I would lick her anywhere she liked, and that she particularly liked that when I was pleasuring her down below with my tongue, I would puzzle out her both fore and aft, something that none of her previous buff would do. Karl thought that particularly hilarious.

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

After that divine revelation, at work, he would make remarks about me being an `` ass kisser '' and a `` Brown noser '' and former tasteless scuttlebutt relating to my oral fixation on my wife 's derriere. He also discovered that Marie gives me the honor of buying her panties and picking out which yoke for her to assume each day. Karl made it a point every day at study to ask me to describe what step-in Marie was wearing that day. Although it was humiliating to resolve, I could n't refuse describing them in great contingent, and found myself getting an erection every fourth dimension I described the panties she was wearing back home as we spoke.

Another eve, Karl let it be known that he liked the idea of garter whack and stockings, so later that calendar week we went out and added them to Marie 's wardrobe. We got a whole corps de ballet, a aphrodisiacal smutty bra, and a mingy V-necked plunge blouse that was so small it left much of her shank exposed, and a very small nigrify mini-skirt with a slit on one thigh. Underneath was a inglorious garter whack, string-bikini, stockings set, topped off with a yoke of senior high school stiletto heels. It made Marie look like the classic French prostitute.

After dinner that dark, I sat in my chair watching them sitting on the sofa when Marie 's allowed her doll to boost up so Karl could see where the stockings attach to the garter. Although I had watched his hired man casually tinct Marie 's legs before, this time he said he wanted to feel if they were the silky sort. So Marie slid over and put her peg across his lap, and he began stroking her leg. He got his hands up to the tops of the stockings and even touched her bare thigh `` to compare '' the silkiness of the pelt and the stockings. That was bad enough, but then Marie encouraged him to liken how practically flaccid the inside of her thigh is than the outside. I could n't believe the sacrifice she was making for me. When he tried to strike his paw up to find her pantie -- we had picked out a equal black bowed stringed instrument bikini, though I had no thought Karl would ever discover 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 peck. Their mouths were clear, and they were devouring each other. I was petrified. Should I break it up to protect Marie ? If I did, would I lose my job ? I just stayed watching. After about five proceedings of kissing, 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 chain 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 living room. Her hair was mussed up, her lip rouge smeared, her skirt was hiked up eminent on her rosehip, and she walked unsteadily in her high heels -- she looked incredibly aphrodisiac. As she came close to me, I saw a hickey on her neck opening, 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 knees in presence 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 humiliation. We did n't even get to our bedroom. I began nuzzling between her peg, 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 face between her legs, mixing her fret and moisture with Karl 's cum and my teardrop and spit. Marie had a shuddering climax, and pulled me up to complete making bonk to her. We fell asleep right there on the sofa in each other 's arms.

One Nox that calendar week when we were already in bed, the phone rang. It was Karl. He wanted to talk with Marie. As I lay next to her in bed, I listened to their conversation. Marie kept telling him how she was fantasizing about him all the clock time, imagining his big natural language filling her mouth and wanting his big cock there too. He apparently was trying to get her to come out to a motel or something, but she kept refusing, saying that they were both married and could n't be seen to go out together. She said he was welcome in our firm as a guest, but she reminded him that she was entertaining him because he was my boss, and she wanted to hold on him felicitous. Then it sounded like he was asking her for sex. `` I 'd really like that too, Karl, '' she said, `` but think about pitiful Howie. ``

There was a farseeing 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 cut through your ears, '' she said. I did as I was told and started lapping between her leg. I heard her say, `` fill me up, Karl, I want you, big and hard. '' Then, she pressed her thighs against my head, so I could n't get word a good deal, 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 party was going to be a real date. Marie made Karl promise to bring her a present, and said if they were going to bulge really having sex, she wanted a present from him each time, as well as a $ 100 bonus 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 emplacement where she had to guess to encounter 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 greatest proof of her erotic love for me.

Karl continued to be intolerable at work. One day, in the meeting of a sales group meeting, he said, `` Hey, doll baby run down and get me a candy bar. '' I went to the peddling simple machine and got him something in a colorful wrapping. When I came back, he said, `` What kinda fag candy is that ? Get me a real 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 readiness for the next dinner, I again applied apprehend polish to Marie, this time a hot pinko vividness, and helped her with her hair and make up ( which seemed to be applied operose and darker with each visit ). I also helped her pick out her wardrobe. That Night, we picked a pair of miserly little garden pink spandex short-shorts cut high up on her bottom and low on her shank. They hugged her crotch area, outlining everything, and making it pass that there was nothing underneath. Before dinner, I helped lop and shave her pubic area, because the shorts were more revealing than most bikini bottoms.

For the top, instead of the common cleavage-revealing shirt or blouse, we chose a idle halter top that tied at the nape of the neck and across the binding. With no bra underneath, Marie 's breasts were left to swing and sway with the slightest movement. Her nipples poked at the cut cotton plant material.

Karl did indeed bring Marie a submit, a tasteless wrapper, the kind sold in adult Quran stores. To my surprise, Marie bought Karl a present as well. It was a pair of slipper. She had Karl sit on the couch as she knelt in figurehead of him, took off his shoes, and slipped his understructure into the slippers. Then, Marie jumped in his lap, and they started kissing and fooling around. I went back into the kitchen to make final examination preparations for dinner party. When I called them in for dinner, they came with much giggling. The draw to Marie 's halter top
were undone, and she asked me to help re-tie them.

By now, I had lost my smirch at the dinner party table. Karl had complained that it was a drag seeing my scowling and glum side while he ate. At Marie 's suggestion, I had prepared the tabular array for two with taper to give it a more romantic spirit. Marie had also put some opinion into my wardrobe. She had me dress like a server, black slacks and white shirt. I spent nearly of the dinner party in the kitchen.

When not preparing the food, I sat listening to them by the doorway, and waiting for them to call in me to serve them.

After dinner, as Karl and Marie walked into the keep room, his hired hand was squeezing her ass. I have to admit that her butt never looked lovely than in those slopped, spandex short shorts, and it was perceivable that anyone would need to grab her ass, especially the bottom third, that delicious beat part where ass meets leg, that was exposed by the pants riding up her buns.

Marie pretended that she was enjoying Karl 's dirty manus 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 table, I saw them making out on the couch. Marie was sort of on top of Karl, kissing him and running her fingerbreadth through his hair. Karl 's hands were planted on Marie 's ass, which was pointed ever so fetchingly in my centering. I watched as he kept slipping his fingers inside her pants. As he worked his men, her shorts covered less and lupus erythematosus 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 take sucked on her bottom right then and there, but knew that I could n't because Karl would n't like it.

Marie called me over. `` sister skirt, we 're getting uncomfortable on the sofa. Will you be a good picayune baby skirt and put fresh sheets on our bed, and light some candle in the chamber for Karl and me ? ``

I prepared a Nice fiddling dear nest for Marie and Karl. We had some scented wax light, and I found our piano sheets. Finally, I put some delicate, romantic music 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 ft of the bed and watching my beautiful wife having sex with my frightful beast of a boss.

But the evening did n't go according to my plans. When I returned to the living room, to say Karl and Marie that our chamber 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 cognac and cigar to go with his new slipper. He handed me some money and told me to get lost. I wanted to abide. I thought it my rightful place as Marie 's married man to stay a the foot of my marriage ceremony bed and watch my beauty being ravished by the beast, but parliamentary procedure are orders, and, grudgingly, I had to leave.

'' Oh, and infant 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 accept our big boss man walking around with scuffed up shoes. I want you to be a good brake shoe refulgence boy make them all squeamish and shiney. ``

When I came back from the liquor store, Marie and Karl were in our chamber. The threshold was closed, and Karl 's shoes were sitting outside the door, waiting for me to shine them. Also, on the sofa, 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 home for me to break up up and airstream, I rubbed my face in the still damp crotch of her trunks, inhaled
the aroma, and played with myself a little bit.

But then I realized I needed to get to work. I had a job to do. I got out the shoe skirmish, polish up, and buffer store, and sat on the floor outside my sleeping room door and began shining Karl 's shoes. While doing that, I listened intently to every rustle, giggle, and moan emanating from my bedroom. The uncollectible component was hearing Marie exclaim, `` Oh Karl, fuck me good. Oh, God, you fuck so good. Yes, yes, occupy my slit, Oh God, your turncock feels so good. Yes. Harder. You 're so hard. 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 bedroom. I had never heard a bad word out of her oral cavity before, and yet this stream of profanity issued from her pure and beautiful lips.

After too long a wait, the room access opened and Karl came out. He bent to visit the shoes. `` Not too bad, '' he said, `` maybe we 'll obtain a use for you yet. '' He sat on one of our chairwoman and said, `` Come here, Baby skirt. Take 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 home and give my wife a near shag too. '' He got up and left without
another word.

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

'' Oh, cosset dolly, you know Mama wuvs her widdle biddie sister, '' Marie said in the baby talk voice she knows that just thawing me.

'' Come to ma. come and snog Mama where Big Bad honcho Man made me all sore with his big bad penis. '' I crawled up onto the bed. `` mom 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 thighs and the unharmed jismy and slick area in between.

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

I brought Marie to a slowly construction, warm and glowing orgasm with my knife. In the process, I was intent on sucking and licking away every touch of Karl. After her sexual climax, she pulled me up. `` Let Mama sense infant 's widdle peenie inside me. '' I wiggled inside her inviting wetness and fondness. `` Ooooh, babe 's widdle biddie peenie feel so gracious and comfortable womfy. Not like that big bad gaffer man who hurt Mama with his BIG, HARD, COCK. ``

Her voice completely changed look on the last-place three row, and as she gasped with what seemed to be the memory of Karl 's penis throbbing inside her, I came with a short pip-squeak, not having been inside her to a greater extent 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 better devotee than me, and that on one stage 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 dearest 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 idea that having us both was not only a calling saver for me, but probably best for Marie as well.

Karl continues to come for his weekly dinners. He continues to chagrin me at workplace and at household. I could chuck up the sponge 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 matter. What matters is Marie. My lifespan revolves around her. What I love the most is knowing the power that she has over me. Karl may think he 's in ascendance. 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,

volition WIMP .