Indiscretions Chapter 5

“Why the silence and shock, Paul? Can you answer me right now? No? Right, I bet you can’t. I guess you are currently biding your time and thinking of weaving lies to coax me.” Lisa's words are full of sarcasm,

“How are you so sure that I’m in the nightclub? Maybe you are seeing the wrong person; do you have any evidence?” I argue back, trying to escape the allegation. If I can, I want to stop this argument without explaining to her what I did at the club, because I can’t tell her about the porn videos Mistress Noir sent me, Ray, and the bag of coke they wanted me to bring home. Telling Lisa honestly would just worsen the situation. I just realized how Mistress Noir gets me cornered. I can’t tell anyone regarding what happened in the club; otherwise, my reputation and career will be ruined. But right now, if I don’t tell her, the misunderstanding between us will deepen, and it can shake our relationship. I feel like I was between a rock and a hard place.

Lisa smirked, “Seeing the wrong person? I don’t think so; if it were another man, maybe, but I will not mistakenly take my husband for almost two decades for other men. And indeed, I have evidence.”

Lisa then shoved her phone in front of my face. There’s a photo of me when I was about to enter Club Venus.

“Where did you get these photos?” I ask her.

“Why should I tell you? I have my own source. With this proof, will you say again that it isn’t you?”

“Yes, it’s me, but please believe me that I’m going there not to cheat on you.” I still try to defend myself. It was the truth. I’m not there to cheat on her. And whatever happened between me and Ray didn’t count as cheating. We didn’t have sex.

“So, what did you do in that club? My source told me that you were meeting with a woman in that shady club and even went to a private room with her.”

Did she know that I was meeting with Ray?

“I’m there for business. She was only my client. It was she who asked me to meet her there. You know that I have been faithful to you, baby. I will not cheat on you with another woman.”

“Sure, a client. My source didn’t tell me who you were meeting up with, and I didn’t want to hear from her, even if they knew, because I wanted to hear it from you. Who are you meeting, and what is she doing for work?”

Lisa didn’t seem to believe me, but I felt a bit relieved after hearing that despite knowing that I was at the club, she didn’t know who I was meeting with. It means she doesn't know yet about the whole debacle about Mistress Noir and Ray.

“Honey, please. I’m bound by a non-disclosure agreement, so I can’t tell anyone about her identity; otherwise, I will risk my career. You just need to know that my relationship with her is strictly professional.”

Lisa looks at me with disappointment. “I’m not just anyone, Paul, I’m your wife. Don’t you believe me that I can keep your secret?”

My previous idea of keeping things from her began to falter. Lisa is my wife. She has the right to know. But because she is my wife and I know her well, the more I think it is better that she didn’t know about the messy stuff that I had experienced. It will only hurt us more if she knows.

“...” I decided to stay silent.

“Fine, if you don’t want to tell me, you can keep your silence. I will not pursue them if it is so important for you, but I want you to let me vent my frustration.”

Lisa takes a long drag of her cigarettes and blows them at my face once more. “I will smoke, and you don’t have the right to stop it. You will also let our daughter smoke.”

“I don’t agree. You will just harm yourselves and our daughter.”

“I don’t care whether you agree or not, Paul. We have already made our respective choices. If you care so much about our family, you wouldn’t hide a thing from me. Worry not, Jessica and I will only smoke inside the house to not tarnish our family’s reputation.”

I see how angry Lisa is. I know that at this point, I can’t push her more. It seems I can only relent and let her do as she wants until she is calm enough so we can have a good talk. I let out a tired sigh and said to her, “Fine, do as you wish.”

“Oh, I almost forgot, tonight you will sleep on the sofa. I feel uncomfortable sharing a bed with you. It will make me stressed up more,” Lisa says before she walks away from the room.

After Lisa leaves the room, I drop my tired body on the couch. Today is a hell of a rollercoaster of a day. My body and mind are totally exhausted, but it is a blessing in disguise that makes me not be picky about where I sleep.

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As much as I hope that the next morning after I wake up, everything will already calm down and be back to normal, I expect that this morning at home will be awkward. When I enter the dining room, I see both my daughter and my wife have cigarettes in their fingers. They alternate between taking a drag of their cigarettes and taking a small bite of their sandwich.

“Morning, daddy, do you want a piece?” Jessica was offering me her cigarette.

“No, thanks. Despite your mom letting you smoke, I still disapprove of it. I will let you get away with that as long as you behave properly like a good girl. Don’t just offer anyone your vile items. I don’t want people talking on the street that you are becoming such a bad girl.” I warned Jessica before taking my seat.

Unlike Jessica, Lisa is ignoring me while enjoying her sandwich, but I believe that she has calmed down a little compared to yesterday; otherwise, she wouldn’t even make me a sandwich. Maybe we can smooth out the misunderstanding over the weekend, but now isn’t the time yet. I fear that if I say anything to Lisa, it will evoke her anger once more.

I eat my sandwich in silence while watching both beloved women in my life blow smoke through their mouths. The scent of tobacco invades my nostrils.

I had told myself to tolerate them for the time being, but I just can’t seem to get used to it and beat it. The smell made me feel uncomfortable. I don’t know how Lisa can go from someone who hates smokers to one who could enjoy smoking in a span of a day.

I finish my sandwich as fast as I can and get away from there. I wish that Lisa would react to me leaving, but she doesn't move at all from her chair. I just left the room feeling dejected.

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“Heya, good morning, Mr. Benson.”

Harmony greeted me from the other side of the fence. She was only in her bikini. I can’t help but blush seeing her sexy body on display. Figure-wise, Harmony was far sexier than my wife. My eyes linger on her chest for a few moments before I can peel my gaze away.

“Good morning, Harmony.” I greet her.

“Anyway, Harmony, you have been close to my wife lately. I hope you don’t put any wrong ideas in her head.”

“What do you mean by that, Mr. Benson? I feel offended by your words. I only taught your wife how to make milkshakes. Do you feel offended that I taught her my milkshake recipe? Or do you think because I’m not looking like the typical demure, docile, conservative traditional wife, so you consider me a bad woman?” Harmony seems to be quite hurt and angry with what I said, but I don't see any guilty expression on her face. As someone who is in a supervisory position like me, I used to read my subordinates' micro expressions. At least, I can differentiate whether they are hiding stuff from me and feeling guilty, or when they defend their work because they don't feel there is anything wrong with their work. Harmony gives me the latter feeling. She doesn’t feel that there is something she needs to feel guilty of. It seems that she is telling the truth that she only taught my wife how to make milkshakes and nothing more.

“I'm sorry. I shouldn't just accuse you. I'm having a bad time with my wife this morning and feeling very abrasive. I hope you forgive me.”

I apologized to her. A good man should know when to say thanks and sorry.

Harmony gradually calms down after my apology, “I will forgive you, but I will not let you go scot free after your accusation, Mr. Benson. You need to help me with something; do this, and I will forgive you.”

“Help you? What can I help you with?”

“Wait here.” After saying that, Harmony goes back inside her house, and a few moments later, she comes out bringing two bottles of milk.

“I want you to help me promote my milkshake. You can just give these two bottles to anyone in your workplace. I prefer it if you give them to women, but men are fine too. I'm not a bad woman as you think; I am just a milkshake peddler.”

Harmony then hands me the two bottles of her milkshake.

“Okay, I will promote your product in my workplace.”

After I tried them yesterday, I no longer had any suspicion that her milk could be anything other than milk. So, I think it will be okay if I give them to some of my coworkers.

“See you again, Harmony.” Looking at my watch, it is time for me to go to work.

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As I reach my office, I can't help but feel that I'm missing something, but I can't put my finger on what I'm missing. There are too many problems I face currently. Well, if it is something important, I believe that I will remember it.

“Morning, Sir Benson.” Martha, the receptionist, greets me.

Martha is a pretty girl. Long, golden blonde hair, charming blue eyes, and a sharp facial feature. She is a stereotypical, classic blonde beauty. She can pass as those Instagram models using her looks. Martha is just 25 years old this year. She is one of the few new faces that the company has hired. She was replacing the old receptionist, who resigned a year ago.

I hope she or someone else will not misunderstand me and think that I‘m hitting on her when I give her one of the milkshakes. A young girl like her should still have a close-knit friend group. If I want to spread the word about Harmony's milkshake, I think Martha is one of the better targets.

“Morning, Martha.” As I greet her, I put down one of the milk bottles on her receptionist desk.

“Are you giving me this milk bottle, Mr. Benson?”

“Yes, it's for you. Truly speaking, it’s not from me, but from my neighbor; she sells milkshakes and wants me to help promote her product.” I explain to her.

“Still, thank you for giving me this, Mr. Benson.”

After leaving Martha with one milk bottle, I walk to my office. One down, but I still have one bottle left, so who should I give it to?

After a few minutes of mulling, I have decided who I should give the remaining one to.

I gave the other bottle to one of my team members, Stephanie Lee. Stephanie is a trusted confidant of mine, we have worked together for almost a decade. She is a black-haired Korean-American. A smart woman. If I'm not in love with Lisa first, I would probably consider dating Stephanie as an option. Stephanie is still lacking some points compared to Lisa. The Korean American has a gorgeous face, but her body figure is lacking. Despite Lisa not being as endowed as Harmony, at least she still has curves. Meanwhile, Stephanie was a skinny, petite girl. Despite being 32 years old, because of her stature and youthful face, she looks like someone in her 20s. But, I'm the type who does not love someone for their appearance. Personality and chemistry is the first I consider when I am dating someone.

“Is this for me, Paul?” she asks me as soon as I put down the bottle of milk on her desk.

“Yes.” I then tell her the same thing I told Martha before regarding Harmony.

“Thanks, may I taste it right away? You know, if you ask me between tea and coffee, I will tell you that I prefer milk. I’m a milk lover.”

I nod my head, “Yes, you may do so. I want to hear an expert opinion from you regarding the taste of the milkshake. My wife told me that it was super delicious, but when I tried it, it tasted just like ordinary milk—nothing special. So, I want your opinion this time, whether it tastes as good as my wife tells me or just nothing special.”

“Okay.” Stephanie opens the bottle lid and takes some sips.

Her expression changes quickly from calm, to frown, and then she has a happy smile on her face.

“What's wrong, Steph?”

“Nothing. I'm just amazed by the taste. It tastes quite weird at first, but it has a good aftertaste. I'm just caught off-guard by it. I'm pretty sure that this one isn't a pure fresh milk. It is more of a milk-flavored drink. Still good though.”

“Thanks for your opinion, Stephanie.”

I don’t think too much when she says that the drink isn’t from pure fresh milk but a milk-flavored drink. It’s a milkshake; Harmony must have mixed some other ingredient into it. Stephanie didn’t say that there was a problem with the milk.

I shouldn’t worry too much. It’s not like I never drink it and confirm that the milk Harmony gave me is just a normal drink and not a **** disguised as milk. Everything should be fine.

And with this, my job of promoting Harmony's milkshake is done.

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Time passes as I work on paper and documents. I took on almost one half more of my usual workload today after hearing that Stephanie was involved in an accident during the lunch break and needed to go home early. Hopefully, that accident doesn’t have any relation to the milk I give her. I hope she gets well soon and comes back to work normally tomorrow. I’m okay with covering her work and taking overtime today; anyway, the situation at home isn't the best right now, so why not spend more time in the office?

I look at the clock on the wall. It’s almost 5 p.m. I had done what Mistress Noir commanded, so she should send me another video today.

Ding!

Speak of the devil. When the clock exactly hit 5, a message from Mistress Noir came in. I waste no time checking the video she sent me. For this video, I had a misunderstanding with my wife, so I hope it was worth the trouble I got into.

The first scene that greets me is a lesbian kissing scene between the MILF and Slut#1. When I look at the scene more observantly, I can see a little smoke leaking out of their locked lips. A few moments later, they break their kiss. Slut #1 then blows out smoke from her mouth to the MILF’s face. The MILF doesn't try to disperse the smoke away but takes a few deep breaths instead and inhales as much smoke as she can before it disperses into thin air naturally. They don’t stop there after all the smoke vanishes. The MILF brought the smoking pipe to her lips again. She took long, gentle drags and slowly opened her lips. The camera zooms in around her lips, and I can see the rolling smokes inside her mouth. The MILF then engaged in another kiss with her daughter, Slut #1. I just realize that the smoke Slut#1 blew at the MILF’s face at the start was the smoke that the MILF transferred into her mouth through their kiss.

I don’t know why, but somehow, I find how the MILF forcing the smoke in her mouth to Slut#1’s mouth feels hot. My brain tells me to feel disgusted by the act, but my cock gets hard from watching the two engage in a vile act of smoke-swapping kisses.

They are locked in kisses and fondling each other's titties until the door in the room opens and a black man enters the room. He isn't Preston, who used to star in the previous video, but another guy. He was as muscular as Preston or even more muscular than him. He looked rougher with a tattooed face, and full-body body. He was hung like a horse, and he had his dick pierced with some silver-colored stud.

I gulp down my saliva in fear and shock as the camera focuses on him. I don’t think I can beat him if we are going to fight.

“Welcome home, darling.” Greet the MILF toward the newly entered man.

“Welcome home, daddy.” Slut#1 follows after her mother’s greeting.

“I prefer that you bitches call me master instead of whatever softcore playing home you call me with. You two better kneel before me and suck my cock right now.” The man commands them.

“Yes, Master.” The MILF and Slut#1 says in unison.

The two then move from their positions and kneel right before the man’s cock. They don’t lick or suck his cock right away. The MILF takes another drag from her cigarettes before passing her cigarettes to Slut#1. The MILF then blows the smoke at his cock before starting to lick his shaft. Moments later, Slut#1 has also taken a long drag of the cigarettes, but she doesn’t blow the smoke into the man’s cock like her mother did. She keeps the smoke as much as possible in her mouth before she tries to take his cock from the tips. Thick smoke is coming out between her lips and his cock.

“Fuck, that's quite the unexpected heat, little bitch.” The man cursed, then yanked Slut#1 hair away to stop her from sucking his cock.

“Okay, you can stop too, old bitch.” He commands the MILF to stop licking his cock.

“Thanks to you, I’m fired up. So, I will fuck you first as a gift, Little bitch. But before that, hand me your cigarette, little bitch, I think I crave some cigarettes.”

Slut#1 hands her cigarette to the man. The big black man takes a quick drag before he throws the cigarette to the ground and snubs it out with his shoe.

“Next time, buy some real cigarettes with high nicotine and tar content, and not this weak slim shit.” The man said.

The man seemed to suddenly have another hide, “I think I need to set some rules for the two of you before I fuck you and forget to teach you two your place.”

“First rule is what I said before, I forbid you to buy slim cigarettes from now on. You only smoke strong cigarettes with high nicotine content.”

“Second is a rule specific for you, old bitch. When I fuck your little bitch here, I want you to go through some self mental correction, I want you to recite about why a white bitch like you and the little bitch here deserves to be fucked by a black man like me, I want you to say something humiliating regarding white women. Mock and insult yourself. You only stop after I cum,” He instructs the MILF.

I see the MILF hesitates for a moment to answer him. It maybe just my imagination, but I can see some resistance behind her mask. I can sense her pride coming out in a moment, but the man doesn’t give her a chance, he grabs a handful of her hair before slapping the MILF’s cheek hard.

“The next one will not be a soft slap like this if you show more hesitation, so, I ask you again, do you understand what you need to do?”

The MILF nodded her head quickly several times in fear. The loud slap and his threat seems to be effective to snub out her budding fire of resistance that is about to lit inside her. He snubs it as easily as he snubbed their cigarettes.

“So, tell me, what are you?”

“I am a worthless white bitch who deserves to be fucked by a black man. We, white bitches, are just a pair of tits on legs. I am a dumb cunt who has wet slutty holes waiting to be filled with big black cock. I am not a strong woman, but just a weak-minded ****-addicted cock gobbler.”

“Good, I like your creativity with the words. You will debase yourself with degrading words every time before you have sex, or even when you become an audience in a threesome. I want to hear more when I fuck your little bitch later, but for now, you can shut up, I want to have a word with the little bitch.” The man said to the MILF before turning his attention to Slut#1.

“And you, young girl, there is also a rule for you. From now on, you will be a portable spittoon and urinal for us. If your mom, me, or the gang wants to piss or spit, you will offer to use your mouth instead. Remember, you will only offer your service to those I mentioned. I don’t want you to offer your service to your pathetic dad, or those boys in your school, or your teachers. I want you to offer your service to at least three people a day. You will ask them to take a photo of you with your phone as proof, and you will send the photo to me before you sleep. Am I clear enough, little bitch?”

Slut#1 quickly nods her head in fear that the man will slap her like he slapped her mom, “Yes. Master. I will be a portable human spittoon and urinal, but I only offer my service to my mom, you, or the gang.”

“Good. If you don’t manage to make three people piss or spit on you in a day, you will call me and ask for punishment. I paid a lot to Preston to get you two as my plaything for a month, so I want you two to obey me. Do you understand?”

Slut#1 nods her head.

“Alright, all set, I will fuck you now. Turn around, face down, ass up. I will fuck you from behind, and then you can clean my cock with your mouth after I cum, ” the man commands.

Just when the man is about to ravage Slut#1, the screen goes black.

“Fuck...what happened? Why was the video just cut off before the hot stuff? This isn’t fair. Fuck you, Mistress Noir.” I curse.

The video gets cut abruptly. Meanwhile, my dick is still pretty hard. I can only resort to imagination to supplement the continuation of the video. In my imagination, the MILF changes into Lisa, and Slut#1 changes into Jessica. Imagining my beloved women in my life being **** into such roles makes my stomach twist, but my cock is harder than ever.

I imagine the man showering my daughter’s body with his piss before he takes her pussy virginity from behind. Meanwhile, Lisa is watching from the sidelines, jerking off like me, while her daughter is being ravaged by the dangerous-looking man. Her left hand is rubbing her pussy, while her right hand fondles her breast. She is too scared of the man to do anything

Jessica cries loudly as the man rips her apart with his cock. His cock is too big. My dear daughter, Jessica, is crying and moaning as the man fucks her.

The man then pumps his seed into my daughter. Then All of us cum at the same time.

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I look at my cum-stained palm. After orgasming, I can think more clearly. I can’t believe what I just did and thought. First, I can’t believe that I was stupid and reckless enough to masturbate in the office. Thankfully, there is nobody here beside me right now; otherwise, I would have been called by HR for sexual transgression. Second, for God's sake, why did I even imagine my dear wife and daughter humiliated and getting turned into an urinal? Worse, I got so turned on by imagining the man ravaging my daughter.

This is all because of the bitch who calls herself Mistress Noir. I just want to protect my loved one and my society from her corrupting influence. But I get trapped by her game, she exploits my weakness, and feeds a wicked fantasy into my mind. I admit that she is clever, but now that I am aware of her tricks, I will not succumb to her lust trap next time.

I’m a man with high morals. I don’t think with my cock.

I repeat the words like a mantra in my mind.

Another thing I finally recall after my mind gets clearer is the plastic bag full of Coke. I haven’t yet thrown them away and left them in my car overnight. With my renewed conviction, I have decided to dispose of them after I finish my work. If I keep them, I will just get tempted by them sooner or later. I will not give a chance for Mistress Noir to control me with it.

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"Where is it? Where’s the bag of Coke?” When I get back into my car, I can’t find my bag of Coke. I remember I kept it under the front seat, but it is nowhere to be found now. There doesn't seem to be any trace of someone forcefully breaking in and stealing something from my car. But then, where is it? The plastic bag of cocaine just vanished mysteriously.

No, if there is no trace of someone forcefully breaking my car, that only means one thing: somebody had access to the car key. It means somebody at home had found my stash of Coke. I begin to have a bad feeling about this. I should have disposed of it yesterday. But right now, regret is no use. I need to take those Cokes away from them before they realize what it is.

I rushed home. And when I enter the house, I know I am too late. Jessica was only in her underwear, and she was giggling while smoking her cigarettes. The sofa where she sits is soaking wet with her juice. I can see an open sachet of Coke on the table.

“Hello, Daddy. Do you want to get high with me? We can feel the pleasure together, maybe you can piss on me.” Jessica says in a slurring manner.

“Jessica, you aren’t in your right mind because of the coke. I want you to snap out of it. My daughter is better than a **** addicted crack whore!”

Jessica giggles and pouts, “Meanie, I’m not a **** addicted crack whore, daddy. I’m a happy princess, or maybe I am… I don’t know, It is hard to think. Try it, daddy. It’s good.”

“Tell me, where did you get the Coke?”

“Ugh…where did I get the Coke? Maybe it’s from your car? Or maybe it’s from mommy’s bedroom. I can’t remember it.”

It’s no good; Jessica is too far under the **** influence right now. I have **** but to check on Lisa. Hopefully, she is in a better state of mind compared to my daughter.

“Hey, Daddy. C’mon, try it. You are missing the good thing.” Jessica rubbed the remaining coke powder she had on her nubile chest.

What she did remind me of Ray. I quickly moved away from there before being tempted, leaving Jessica alone in the living room. The experience with Ray is still vivid in my mind. I fear that I can’t control myself and really do something forbidden with my daughter.

Next, I go to confront Lisa in our master’s bedroom. Unlike Jessica, Lisa looks sober and doesn’t seem to be under the influence of the ****.

“So, Paul, I want your explanation right now. Are you turning to a life of crime now, Paul? Are you working as a **** courier for your side hustle? I'm really disappointed in you, Paul.” Lisa directly interrogates me as soon as our eyes meet.

“Let me explain. I was tricked by someone, I can’t tell you the details because it will be dangerous for our family. I have **** but to bring these home.”

“Are you stupid, Paul? You can just tell the police.”

“It’s not that easy. Calling the police will just make things more complicated. The one who gave me these **** has told me that if I call the police, they could make me the one who gets caught. Thus, I can only play their game.”

“Game? What kind of game?” Lisa inquires.

“Their game is simple; I just need to bring the package home, and I can do anything with it after that.”

“That’s it? Were you just asked by them to bring these things home? That’s the game? So, what will happen if you don’t bring this stuff home?”

Mistress Noir will no longer send me any porn videos, but I can’t just say that to Lisa.

“They say something bad will happen to our family. I can’t gamble with your and Jessica’s safety.” I made up some dangerous-sounding stuff on the spot to scare her and calm her down.

But instead of calming down, she looks even more pissed. “And do you think something bad will not happen to us when you bring this home and keep it?”

“I plan to dispose of it. So, where do you keep these bags of ****?”

“I already disposed of the stuff safely. You don’t need to worry about these things anymore.”

“If you already threw it away, how did Jessica get her hand on hers?” It is my turn to be suspicious of her.

“She took some before I disposed of the rest. It’s actually thanks to her that I know it is cocaine.”

“So, you made Jessica a test subject? You are mad, Lisa. She is our daughter!” I suddenly lost my composure.

“How dare you accuse me? Isn’t this happening because you keep that stuff instead of throwing it away?”

“Why did you even take it from my car then?”

“Because I can’t believe you. Now, get out of this room. I don’t want to see you!” Lisa yells at me.

Before I grow angrier, I decide to do as she wishes. I left the room. The two of us need to calm down, and keeping our distance from each other may be what we need right now.

Suddenly, I have an idea. Maybe we need some psychological help from an expert. And I just recently met one such expert. Ray. I can ask her to help us with our issue. It’s quite a crazy idea to make Lisa meet Ray, but with her help, maybe we can resolve all the misunderstandings.

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Inside her room, Lisa opens her makeup drawer. There are several sachets of coke lined up inside.

She picks up one sachet from the drawer and pours its contents on the table. She then rolls a piece of paper into a small straw.

She will dispose of the Coke safely and properly. Lisa leans her head toward the table then proceeds to snort the coke. A smile appears on her face.

As long as she just consumes a sachet a day, it will be fine.

Who told her that to dispose of the coke properly, the best way is to consume it? Was it her daughter, Jessica? Or was it her neighbor, Harmony?

To be continues

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