INDISCRETIONS CHAPTER 11 (Part 2)

Thankfully, the night passes peacefully, and I don't experience another nightmare until I wake up in the morning.

I leave my study and go downstairs. Lisa is currently preparing our food on the table. Jessica’s already there, waiting at the table with a bit of a disgruntled look. When Lisa sees me. She moves toward me and gives me a warm hug. “Good morning, dear. Thank you, and sorry for making you worry yesterday.”

“It’s fine; the most important thing is you are okay. And I think you should thank Harmony too; she was the one who took care of you before I came home.”

Lisa nods her head. “I will. Anyway, I have prepared the meal for us; let’s eat.”

Lisa holds my hand and leads me to the dining table,

“Why the frown?” I ask my daughter.

“I forbid her to smoke in the dining room,” Lisa interjects and answers my question.

I give my wife a nod of approval. Finally, things begin to return to normal. At least in the dining room. Jessica isn’t smoking, and Lisa looks sober without being under the influence of drugs. My wife regains her manners befitting the conservative housewife I loved. We are moving in the right direction. And it’s all thanks to Ray’s therapy. I admit that I have doubted her, and last night's dream made me suspect her even further that she is Mistress Noir’s underling, but the result speaks for her credentials. Despite being an acquaintance of Mistress Noir, she is a professional psychiatrist.

After finishing my meal and having a little chat with my family, it is time for me to get to work. Before I go, I look at Jessica and am about to tell her various pieces of advice like don’t smoke or don’t make trouble, be a good law-abiding girl, etc, but as if she knows what I'm going to tell her, she smirks at me. I remember that in her phone, there’s a video of me masturbating using her panties. For now, I can't confront Jessica without risking her doing a stupid self-destructive move and ruining our family. I snorted and left her.

As usual, when I walk toward our driveway, I see Harmony, but Harmony isn’t sunbathing or gardening like she usually does; she’s currently decorating her house. I can’t help but be curious about what she is doing.

“You seem quite busy today, what with all these decorations?” I ask her.

“Oh, Hi, Paul. These decorations are for my party tonight,” the tattooed girl answered.

“Party?”

“Yes. I have been in this community for two weeks, but haven’t yet held any real housewarming party, so I planned to hold it today.”

I don’t know what she means by a real housewarming party, but I understand the housewarming party part.

I suddenly remember a thing, “Wait, didn't you already have a housewarming party when you moved here the first day?”

“That barely counts as a housewarming party; it’s why I said this time I will hold a real housewarming party.”

I still don’t get what the difference is, but well, women have a way with words.

“Have you told the HOA manager about this?”

She nods. “Catherine has given me the green light to hold the party. Of course, you and your family are invited; the party starts at 5 in the evening”

“Unfortunately, I might still be at work at that time.”

“Don’t worry, you may come late; you need to come this time, or you will regret it.” Harmony insisted.

“Okay, I don’t promise you, but I will try to come.” After some consideration, I relented and accepted her offer. Last night's dream is the thing that pushed me to accept her offer. My gut feeling tells me that I need to be there so I don’t have another nightmare tonight.

I excuse myself and drive my car to work. Before I turn at the corner and lose my view of my street, a black SUV passes me and stops in front of Harmony’s house, the same black SUV I saw a few days ago. This time, I managed to take a glimpse of the person coming out of the car. A young black man in a fancy red coat. Thankfully, he isn't a punk-looking muscular gangster like in my dream; he still looked like a fancy pimp, but maybe I’m too hard on stereotyping to jump to that conclusion. I had stereotyped Harmony before, but she was quite different than what I thought of. After seeing that guy, a stone finally landed in my chest. I have little to worry about if it is mostly a guy looking a little weird and fancy who visited Harmony. He still looks like a guy that I can deal with compared to a musclebound thug.

My good mood got quickly disturbed by what I saw. I stumbled upon a sight where Martha, the blonde receptionist, was doing something questionable with Kemal, the black Janitor guy. They stood in the blind spot of the office, so I couldn’t see well, but I think Kemal was fondling Martha’s big tits for a moment before he spotted me and quickly ran away.

I waited until they were done before I approached Martha, checking on her to see whether she was fine, and to get some answers from her.

“Mr. Benson. Morning…” Martha greeted me awkwardly.

“So, what with you and Kemal? Did Kemal sexually harass you? You can tell me, and I will help you. I can use my position to tell HR anonymously and let him be fired.” I ask her straight to the point.

It makes me feel good that I can use my position to protect a pretty girl like Martha from a pervert like Kemal.

“No, don’t! Please don’t fire Kemal. I’m consenting to what Kemal did.” Martha begged me not to fire the black guy.

It is like a bomb dropped in my ear.

“Consent? Are you two in a relationship? Tell me the truth.” I ask her in shock.

Martha shakes her head weakly. “No, we don’t have that kind of relationship. I already have a boyfriend, and it’s not Kemal. Kemal and I are just… sex friends. Our relationship is casual, and I still love my boyfriend”

“A sex friend? Are you cheating on your boyfriend with him?” I am puzzled by the term. For me, Martha is just straight-up cheating on her boyfriend, but she had the audacity to say that she still loves her boyfriend

Martha nods her head a few times, “Yes, a sex friend. Our relationship is no more than friends, but we still can have casual sex with each other. No other strings or emotional attachment. It was my idea, and it was me who asked Kemal to be my sex friend, so please, don’t fire him.”

It is a lie if I don’t feel flabbergasted and stunned by the situation. I don’t know how to respond to her.

“Please. How about we become sex friends too? I know you love big-titted girls, Mr. Benson.” Martha grabs my hand and guides it to her tits.

“You can play with my tits as long as you keep this secret.” Martha teases me.

I gulp down my saliva; the temptation to say yes is great, but thankfully, this isn’t my first rodeo with a booby trap. The experience with Ray made me have greater willpower to resist the same trick. After all, Martha can’t be compared to Ray, from how she manipulated others to get what she wants or her breast size. I break free from her grasp and pull my hand.

“Our company doesn’t have a rule that forbids office romance, but we still demand professionalism from the bottom-ranked employee to the top director. What you are doing wasn’t very professional. I usually won’t let this slide, but I’m in a good mood right now. And I will turn a blind eye this one time only. Just promise me to stop your infidelity and affair with Kemal. Be faithful to your boyfriend. If I see you doing another questionable thing with that black janitor, it’s not only Kemal who will lose his job but you too.”

Martha’s scared expression softens as she hears my reply that I will let this one slip. “Yes, thank you for your mercy, Mr. Benson. I promise I will do the right thing.”

After settling the matter of Martha, I leave her and walk toward my office.

“Something on your mind? You seem to be quite out of it several times today?” Stephanie put down a few documents on my table.

I thought I could be productive now that the situation at home had started to turn to normal. But my mind is full of some complicated thoughts since I saw what Martha and Kemal did. And the whole sex friend thing that Martha said. I can’t comprehend what Martha sees in a man like Kemal that she got into an affair with.

“Well, I was amazed by your new look. It is quite a bit more wow than your usual. Do you want to meet a man? Anyway, how is your health? I was totally worried after they saw you suddenly fall sick; it was not because of the milkshake I gave you, right?” I say to the black-haired Korean-American lady. Stephanie usually dressed sharply and professionally. There is nothing much to show off from her petite body figure anyway. But today, she dresses quite bolder than usual. She dresses in a cut-out dress. The dress stops around half her thigh and has a cut-out around her waist. She may not have the tits and butt to show off compared to Martha, but she can utilize other assets she has. The dress puts emphasis on her shapely legs and slim waist. Her face is also caked in thicker makeup than usual; instead of professional, her makeup is almost whorish. It can’t be denied that she is so sexy in her current getup.

“Thanks for the flattery, Paul. You can say I have a date after work; it’s my date after a while not having any man that caught my attention at all, so I’m all dressed up. And thank you for worrying about me. I'm fine now, and you don’t need to worry; it’s not related to your milkshake, just an old illness relapse. The milkshake you give me is delicious; if you have more, please share it with me again.” Stephanie replies. She starts to lick her finger after she gets to the milkshake part.

“Stephanie, are you okay?” I ask her in a concerned tone.

It seems she realizes what she just did and stops. She quickly regains her sharp composure.

“But I can tell that what is on your mind isn’t about my looks. There is something bugging you that makes you lose your concentration lately. Tell me, maybe I can be of help.”

I let out a sigh. I was considering whether to tell Stephanie or not, but it seems it would be better to tell her about the matter. The lesson I learned from Lisa’s therapy is that sometimes I need to see the matter from a woman’s perspective and not my male’s judgment alone. “It’s about Martha.”

I then tell her about what I saw. What Martha did with Kemal. And what Martha said about sex friends. I left the part where Martha invited me to be her sex friend.

“So, what's bothering you is that Martha is becoming a sex friend with Kemal, and you can’t put your finger on their behavior.” Stephanie let out a giggle that was unlike her. “Well, I can see the reason why Martha did it. Paul, do you think all women dislike it when someone preys on them sexually?”

I nod. “Of course.”

“No, Paul. Surprisingly, there are a larger number of women who enjoy being preyed on by men. There are a lot who have fantasies about them being assaulted and raped. We call this rape fantasy, but despite the name, these women mostly consented. They are the ones who pick their target. Being a sex friend with someone is also one way to show how the woman consented despite them not having any closer romantic ties with the man,” Stephanie explained.

“Honestly, I still don’t get it. If Martha wants to have sex or play on her fantasy, can’t she do it with her boyfriend?”

Stephanie shrugged her shoulders. “Well, there are a lot of factors that push some women to not do it with their special one and have done it with other men. Maybe their husbands or boyfriends are inadequate, boring, don’t like to play on their fantasy, too busy with their work, etc. The reason mostly lies with the man, but some men can be really insensitive and don't realize that it is because of them to begin with and just blame the women that they are ‘cheating’ on them. But what the men don’t understand is that these women actually do it to protect their feelings or not bother their loved one with fantasies that their men clearly don’t like. It’s actually an effort to protect their relationship, if only these men knew and understood. Pity that most men are self-centered creatures and don’t think through their partner’s motivation and just straightly claim that their women are unfaithful. I hope that you aren’t that kind of man, Paul. If you see someone like Martha again, I hope you think thoroughly that maybe it is because their partner couldn’t provide them with what the woman wants. A good man should be someone who understands how a woman feels.”

The fog in my mind cleared after Stephanie’s explanation. I get what she is saying. It isn’t much different than what Ray was saying. The stem of the problem is that a man doesn't understand how his partner feels and what drives her to do that. Stephanie has given me a similar insight to what Ray gave me, so there must be some truth in her words. But I can see how a man hardly goes through this stuff; nobody likes their partner ‘cheating’ on them, and when they see their partner cheat on them, the natural response is anger, and once their emotions get the best of them, they don’t care about their partner’s reasoning.

“Thank you, Steph, you’re really a reliable aide.” I thank my co-worker.

Stephanie just reciprocates my words with a smile. It may be just my feeling, but her smile was different from usual; it was more seductive. She had the look of a seductress trying to seduce her prey. But no way Stephanie was that kind of woman.

Continued in the next part >>>

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