Indiscretions Chapter 2

"So, dear, do you want to have sex?” My wife reiterates the question with a more direct and clear tone.

Her request surprises me. Usually, it is me who is bugging her for sex and not the other way around. But my shock is only short-lived as I quickly gain my composure back. I nod my head, agreeing to her request. While it is quite rare for Lisa to ask me for sex, this is not her first time taking the initiative for it. Who doesn’t like it when his pretty wife asks for sex? Not me, certainly.

We moves to our master bedroom. Lisa makes me wait outside the room for a few minutes while she changes into something sexier.

“Come in, honey.” Lisa calls me from inside our bedroom.

That is my cue to enter the room.

“Ta-dah!” Lisa greets me playfully in her sexy red g-string lingerie. The red lingerie is the sexiest lingerie she has in her collection. She only takes it out when she is trying to seduce me for a reward.

I have an instant boner in my pants as I feast my eyes on my sexy wife.

“I see Paul Jr. is getting impatient for action.”

“Don’t blame him; it’s because you look so sexy in that lingerie.”

I’m going to unbuckle my pants, but Lisa stops me.

“Let me do it for you, honey. You just need to do nothing and enjoy it.”

Lisa kneels between my legs. She swiftly unbuckles and pulls down my trousers and briefs, freeing my rock-hard cock from its confines.

Lisa catches me by surprise when she gives my dick head a quick peck. She doesn’t stop with just that peck. Lisa starts to lick my cock sensually, alternating between long, slow licks and gentle flicks with the tip of her tongue. She takes no time to get her tongue dancing on my cock from the tip to the end of my shaft. While her tongue is busy cleaning my cock, her hand plays with my ball. She feels their weight in her hand, rubbing my testicles slightly with her fingers before finally letting them go and swapping her hand at my balls with her mouth. She licks and sucks my balls slowly, as if she is enjoying a lollipop candy. With passion, my wife licks every inch of my nuts with her tongue. She then nuzzles her nose against my balls, sniffing them and taking in their scent before resuming to suck my ball.

“Dear, are you okay?”

She ignores my question and keeps sucking on my balls with laser focus while her soft hand gently strokes my cock. Only after my cock is throbbing like crazy does Lisa stop. My balls fall out of her mouth with a soft pop

“Paul Jr. no longer smells so sweaty after my tongue bath,” Lisa proudly says after she cleans my cock and ball with her tongue.

“Dear, are you okay?” I ask her once again with a worried tone. Lisa is quite out of character. She never acted like this before. Lisa dislikes giving blowjobs. If I don’t explicitly ask her to suck my cock, usually we skip the foreplay and directly go to the main course. So, licking and sniffing my balls was something she had never done before.

“Sshh…You should not protest, dear. Just enjoy your wife’s service and be happy. I do this for you, I know when you look at Harmony this morning, I need to step up my game for my man.”

Does she feel insecure because of how I look at Harmony? Women and their jealousy. Well, I’m not protesting if my wife becomes more open to variety. I accept her reasoning and no longer question her.

Lisa resumes her action. She moves her mouth over my cock, taking it as far as she can. Her head bobs back and forth on my cock faster and faster as she begins to pick pace.

“I don’t know that you can be this good at giving blowjobs, dear.” I groaned. Compared to the blowjob I previously received from her, this one is a few levels apart.

She pauses for a moment after I praise her. Her eyes look at me triumphantly, as if she is happy to have caught me off-guard with her amazing blowjob. She then continues to suck my cock passionately, but Lisa seems to suddenly gag and reflexively pull her head back when she attempts to go for a deepthroat.

“Sorry, deepthroat is still too much for me,” Lisa apologizes for her gag reflex.

“You are already doing good, dear. You don’t need to **** yourself; you are already a fine cocksucker.”

Lisa smiles at me after I comfort her.

“Thanks, darling. To make it up, I will not let Paul Jr. wait any longer for the main course.”

Lisa undid her g-string panties and let the sexy undergarment fall to the floor.

“When did you shave your pubes?” I ask. I already used to see my wife having quite bushy pubes. I think a woman with thick pubes feels more natural and mature, but her bushy pubes that used to be there are nowhere to be seen right now; there is only a small landing strip on her crotch.

“Huh? Oh, I shaved them after I came back from Harmony’s party. If I recall correctly, we had some talk about how men prefer women with little to no pubic hair during the party. When I came home, I decided to shave my bush, as I think you will prefer thin pubes more,” Lisa explained.

“No, that’s not right; I’m okay with you having bushy pubes. There is nothing wrong with an adult woman having bushy pubes. I love the way you are.”

“But do you think I’m sexier now with this style of pubes?”

I nod. I will not lie, even if I am used to seeing her with bushy pubes, and am totally fine with it, seeing her with almost bare pubes is quite sexy.

A satisfied smile appears on her face.

"Would you prefer me completely naked?" She asks me again.

“Yeah, it will be better.”

Lisa undid the upper part of her lingerie. As soon as she bares her chest, she guides my hand to touch her tits.

“Paul, what do you think of the big fake breasts that Harmony’s have?”

“Uhmm…”

“You find it hot, don’t you?”

I reluctantly nod, admitting that I find Harmony’s big fake tits make me feel hot. I’m a boob man, I love huge boobs.

“Well, I guess it, you are such a horndog behind your serious front.” She let go of my hand.

“Worry not, Honey, I find Harmony’s huge fake tits hot, but yours are perfect.” I coax her.

“Enough talk, I want you to make love – No, let us fuck.”

She pushes me toward the bed. Lisa climbs on my lap and positions her pussy lips over my dick. She slowly lowered herself onto my dick. Without much resistance, my cock slips inside of her. She is riding me in a cowgirl position.

“Get ready to be pumped, darling,” Lisa purred in a sexy voice

Lisa wastes no time to start bouncing up and down on my cock.

“Oh God yes…” Lisa moans.

I can feel my dick getting gripped by the wall of her pussy. She is dripping wet with arousal, but I can still feel the tightness of her pussy as her cunt massages my shaft with each bounce she makes. I feel like I am high in heaven with how her pussy squeezes my dick. I will never get enough of this feeling no matter how many times I have experienced it.

"Play with my breasts, Paul."

I do as she asks and begin playing with her soft and supple tits. She seems to go into a frenzy once I play with her breasts, as if she gets possessed by a sex demon. She starts to pump my dick faster and faster.

Am I seeing desperation in her eyes? It may be just my feeling. As Lisa humps against my dick like crazy, I can feel orgasm building inside me quickly. It doesn’t take long before I feel on the edge. I can feel my dick is filled to the brim with cum; it is just waiting for me to be unable to bear it anymore and let it out.

“Honey, I think I’m going to cum.” I groan.

I can't hold it back anymore. I squeeze her waist tightly to hold her in place and push my cock deeper so it presses against her cervix as I cum. I come hard, my swollen dick that is filled with cum bursts inside her. My cock spurts out a huge load of hot semen inside my wife’s pussy.

Maybe because I already get too exhausted from work and the orgasm drains my last remaining energy, I can’t keep myself conscious. I fainted with no regret.

“No, don’t stop yet! I’m not yet able to cum! Wake up, Paul Benson! This is unfair!” Lisa screams, but I can’t hear her **** plea due to my diminished consciousness.

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I wake up in the morning alone in the room. I probably will think that last night was just a dream if it wasn't for my half-naked state and soiled bedsheet to prove that last night me and my wife really had some wild sex in this room.

I check the clock on the wall, and see that its clock finger already points to 7 a.m. My sleepiness vanishes as panic about getting late to work replaces it. I forgot to tell my wife that today I needed to go to my office earlier.

Why doesn’t Lisa wake me up at the usual time?

I quickly make myself more presentable before going downstairs.

“Hello, Dad.”

“Hello, Darling.”

My daughter and wife greet me when I reach the dining room. Lisa has prepared some sumptuous meals on the table for our breakfast.

“You need some extra energy after what we did yesterday, I didn’t expect you to faint from it,” Lisa says. My wife seems to be a little upset. Well, women and their emotions are unpredictable.

I join them at the table for our breakfast. I am quite rushed by time, so I finish my breakfast quickly. There is no usual chitchatting during our meals.

“I’m done, thank you for the meal,” I say, and get up from my seat.

“Dad, do you have a little time…” My daughter, Jessica asks me.

“Sorry, baby girl, Daddy is in a rush, I will talk with you after I get home from work later.”

“Paul, why are you in such a hurry?” It is Lisa's turn to question me.

“I forgot to tell you I need to come to work early today.”

Lisa seems to be clearly upset with me now, but her expression softens after a moment, “Sorry for not waking you up early, please drive safely to work, dear,” she adds.

Thankfully, my wife can understand me.

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As I stroll to our house’s driveway, I spot Harmony heading toward my house carrying a basket brimming with goods.

As I spot her, she also catches sight of my presence. Instead of heading straight to our porch, she alters her course and approaches me.

“Morning, Mr. Benson, are you going to go to work?”

“Yes,” I gave her a brief answer.

“Do you want to give what's inside of your basket to my wife?” I ask Harmony back.

“Yeah, I promise your wife that I will give her some of my milkshakes and teach her my secret recipe on how to make this milkshake. Do you want to have a taste of my milk, Mr. Benson?”

When Harmony asks me whether I want to have a taste of her milk, she intentionally makes her humongous tits jiggle. If I am not fully focused, I may mistake her offering me to suck straight from her tits.

The sexy big big-titted girl takes a bottle of milk from her basket and hands it to me. “Of course, what I mean by milk is this one.”

“But with the right price, I can allow you to taste my ‘milk’ straight from the source,” Harmony whispers to me, sensing how I have taken some glances at her tits from time.to time.

I get tempted by her offer for a moment, but thankfully, my morality once again wins over my lust, “What do you mean? Don’t tempt me, whore, I'm a faithful man.”

“I’m just joking, Mr. Benson, don’t get so worked up. I know the HOA rules well, and I know there is no place for whore in this HOA.”

“This time, I will consider it a joke as the HOA manager had guaranteed that you are a good woman, so please don’t joke about sexual stuff like that anymore. Next time, I will file a protest for your inappropriate behavior if you repeat the same offense. Anyway, thank you for the milk. I will excuse myself first as I need to go to my workplace quickly. Have fun with my wife but don’t try anything inappropriate or I’ll make you regret it,” I warn Harmony before I go.

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DING!

I check my phone as soon as I receive the notification that there is a new message on my phone. To my surprise, it is the same phone number that sent me the video yesterday.

I feel intrigued. Why do they send me another message? This means they aren’t a random one-time scammer but have me as their target. I suspect that it comes from somebody who knows about me.

I click on the video file that comes with the message. It is another porn video, this time, they don’t censor their face, but each of the porn actresses is wearing a latex hood to hide their face. Only two women are starring in the video now; the woman in the black dress and another woman I suspect as the ‘mother’ of the young girl in the previous video, the one who was in a state of lethargic withdrawal. Now, that I can see her shapely body figure clearer than before. Let's call her ‘the MILF’ because of her big tits and curvy figure. The MILF is standing a few steps behind the woman in black. Her legs spread wide apart, her chest thrust out forward, and her hand behind her head. Her tongue is extended out, and the MILF is panting like a thirsty dog. The MILF wears nothing aside from the latex hood and dog collar on her neck. A long leash is attached to her collar, and the woman in black holds the other end of the leash.

Because of her latex hood, I have the guilty pleasure of imagining who she is. Her body figures remind me of a few women that I know possess the same body figure, such as my wife, Catherine Lowell the HOA manager, or Petra the hot widow with pretty twin daughters who live in the next block of our house. I don’t know why I imagine the one under the hood is my wife, but last night's stimulation made me able to fantasize about what if Lisa is corrupted and dominated by the woman in black. I rebuke myself in disgust.

The MILF now has some new tattoos on her body, like the Queen of Spade tattoo on the upper part of her right tits and the ‘Black Owned’ tattoo on her left tits. The MILF also sports new nipple rings.

“Welcome to my video, I don’t need to introduce myself, but with me tonight is Cowrine or just call her Cow, Cow here is a highly respected woman in her community. She works as a manager. Well, she is before I train her. Now, Cow is someone under my beck and call who will do anything I command her.” The woman in black narrates.

“Cow, if I ask you to dance naked on the street without this hood to protect your identity, will you do it?” She asks the MILF.

“Yes, mistress, as long as I can get my fix, I will do anything for you.”

“Will you betray your conscience and trap other women to be my whore like you and your daughter?”

“Yes, mistress.”

“I hear the community where you live is full of holier-than-thou women, will you help me corrupt them and make the place a den of sin?”

“Absolutely, Mistress.”

“Good girl, you can have your reward now.” The woman in black then takes out the same small vial filled with a milky white substance.

She pours the content of the vial into the MILF’s waiting mouth. Just like what happened to her daughter, the MILF suddenly spasms and squirts like a broken faucet. The MILF falls into all four on her puddle of squirt.

“Do you want more of it?”

“Yes…I want more, give me more, Mistress.”

“I want you to moo like a cow, first,” the woman in black says.

“Moo…” The MILF does as her mistress commands her and starts mooing like a cow.

After the MILF mooing several times, the woman in black takes out a walkie-talkie and calls someone, “Alright, Preston, you can enter now, she’s ready.”

The woman in black gives a signal to someone named Preston to enter the scene. A naked black man enters the room. Preston is unbelievably hung. His dick is far bigger and longer than mine, it makes me afraid and feel inferior just by watching him flaunting his dick.

“Suck his dick, black man’s cum tastes no different than the **** I give to you, the fix is very expensive and I can’t give it to you every time, but the cum of black man is everywhere. It tastes no different but it does not give you the same kick as the fix, so you need a lot of it just to make the effect comparable.”

“Dick! Dick! I want your dick! Please let me suck your dick,” The MILF gets excited upon hearing that Preston’s cum tastes no different than the ****.

The woman in black yanks the MILF leash so she will not just jump on Preston, “Don’t get too excited, Cow. Preston will fuck you later, but I need to put things in place first. Preston here is a member of a gang, and you will work as his gang whore that will obey him. Preston and his gang will take turns using your body while you don’t have any clients. Preston is your pimp but that doesn’t mean he owns you. I still own you. Each week you will come back to me bringing 50% of your total income that you get from being a whore under Preston, and I don’t want it to be less. It is your job to make sure I get my money and Preston doesn’t cheat on our agreement. If you fail to do it properly, you will never get your fix anymore.”

“Damn, *Beep*, we have done this collaborative work for years, and you still do not trust me? Do you think I will cheat on your portion? Even if I have two more guts, I will not dare to cross a bitch as vile as you,” Preston interjects.

“Not yet do it don't mean that you will never do it someday. In this business, if we aren’t cautious, someone will just stab us in the back. I’m just a little weak woman, some strong man like you will think I’m an easy target if I’m not overly cautious,” the woman in black replies and hands the MILF’s leash to Preston.

“Weak woman, my ass. If you are just a weak woman, you will not be able to enslave all those poor unsuspecting women and turn them into your cockhungry and depraved whore.”

I thought there would be a sex scene between Preston and the MILF, but they exit the scene just like that. This is a porn clip and not a documentary video, right?

Just like before, the woman in black looks toward the camera. She smirks ominously before the screen fades to dark.

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It is such weird porn. Watching the video makes me remember the milk Harmony gave me this morning. I take out the milk bottle from the mini fridge in my office. I remember my wife's praise that it tasted unbelievably good. Now that I think about it, what is the chance that Harmony mixes the drink with some sort of ****? What if this milk is the same **** as the milky-colored vial in the video? Will I uncontrollably cum like what it did to the MILF?

Curiously, I open the bottle cap and sniff the scent. It smells like milk. I brace myself and take a little sip. It tastes like milk, well, slightly better than normal vanilla milk, but I don’t think it is as amazing as what my wife says. It looks like milk, it smells like milk, and it tastes like milk. My conclusion is that the bottle of milk contains normal milk and not the **** I suspect.

What am I thinking? I feel stupid thinking that the **** in the porn clip is real. I ought to think the opposite. Rather than thinking that the milk is a real ****, I should think that they must be using milk to avoid using an actual **** as a film prop. I hear that sometimes, a porn video substitute cums with yogurt or milk to make the pornstars seem like he is cumming a lot. This must be the same case as that one.

I turn off my phone and back to work, putting the porn clips on the back of my mind.

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I don’t do overtime today and can go home on time. As I park the car in our driveway, I see my wife coming out of Harmony’s house. She runs toward our driveway to welcome me.

“Welcome home, dar–uurrp,” Lisa belches loudly, the expelled air hitting me directly in the face. It smells unpleasant, to be precise, it has a strong scent of cum. If I am not so familiar with my wife, I may easily assume that she has consumed so much cum that the scent lingers on her breath.

“Sorry, I drink so much milk at Harmony’s,” She explains and lets out another burp.

I look at my wife and can’t help but frown. There are some white stains on her face and blue dress. It looks like dried cum.

“Is that milk stain on your dress?” I put my belief in her and give her the benefit of the doubt that it isn’t dried cum but milk stain. I believe that Lisa isn’t a slut who has an affair behind my back.

“Well, it’s a yogurt stain.” Lisa clarifies. After my reminder, she checks her body and finds another thick white blob between her cleavage. She scoops the leftover ‘yogurt’ between her cleavage with her delicate finger. “Hmm…tasty, it makes me want more,” Lisa licks her finger clean.

“Did Harmony also make unbelievably tasty yogurt?” I ask my wife.

“Well, she just learned to make one. She has all the ingredients and wants me to help her with it. We had some failures at first, hence the mess. For the taste, the successful one is pretty good, but the failed one…well, its taste is barely passable, but the failed one smells so bad.”

I feel quite relieved after knowing the source of her bad breath. The scent of the failed yogurt must have lingered in her mouth.

“Honey, can you ask Harmony whether she knows a black man named Preston?”

“A black man named Preston? Why do you want me to ask Harmony about him? Is he related to your work?”

“Just ask her, please.”

I don’t tell my wife the reason. I can’t say that I worried about her because I watched porn clips and one of the porn stars has tattoos similar to Harmony's. If Harmony knows about Preston, that means that the woman in black is none other than Harmony.

“Okay, I will ask her tomorrow.”

“Thanks, honey. Now, is Jessica home yet? I feel sorry I didn’t have time to hear her this morning.” I ask my wife another question while we enter our house.

Lisa shakes her head, “She came home but then went out with Sheila. I don’t know when she will come back.”

Sheila is Catherine Lowell’s daughter. Her appearance is a little bit similar to my daughter's. Some people even mistake them as twins. As the Lowell family’s daughter, I believe Sheila is a good girl, but lately, I hear unpleasant rumors about her that I can’t believe.

To Be Continued

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