1. 1001 Nights


    Date: 6/8/2016, Categories: Fiction, Cuckold, Straight Sex, Humiliation, Job / Office Sex, Wife / MILF, Author: willingwimp, Source: sexstories.com

    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 boss sexually harasses me, another male heterosexual. How could that be? It all revolves around my wife. Let me explain. With one exception, I've been a failure in life. A below average student, not athletic, no special talents, not much to look at, and barely able to hold 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, brown eyes and chestnut hair, a naturally lightly tanned complexion, and a full, buxom figure of the hourglass type--a small waist but ample hips and round, inviting breasts and ass. Her feminine 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 greatest source of pride. Needless to say, I worship the ground she walks on. My boss, Karl, is a crude, loud, arrogant bully. I admit that he is an effective salesman, part of his natural aggression and self-confidence, but I can't stand him. He is also very intimidating, and I have always been especially timid in his presence. I had the fewest sales of anyone in the company, and simply wasn'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 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 work early to buy wine and groceries, clean the house, and cook a nice dinner. Marie could see that I was very nervous. In the hour before Karl's arrival, I asked Marie if she was going to change her clothes. She looked surprised. She was wearing her usual, somewhat conservative 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 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 knit sweater. Although she only owned one really short 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 tell that I really wanted her to make an impression on Karl. As the doorbell rang, I ...
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