Indiscretions

CHAPTER 1:

My name is Paul. Paul Benson, I consider myself a winner in life. At 38, I have successfully climbed the career ladder and become an executive board member of one of the city’s biggest investment firms. I have a beautiful wife and daughter. My wife, Lisa Mckenzie (now called Lisa Benson after she married me), was once my junior in school. She is only two years younger than me, but even now, at her 36s, she is still as beautiful as when I met her at school more than a decade ago, Lisa has this kind of youthful angelic face, she doesn’t look like she is a woman in her mid-30s, but a woman in mid to late 20s. Lisa has shiny golden blonde hair and unblemished white skin. Not only does she have a pretty face, but my wife also has a killer body. She possesses a bombastic curve and natural 36-D cup breasts. I love it when my colleagues at work look jealous of me because I have such a wife. Of course, as a conservative woman, Lisa doesn’t like to flaunt her body, and I don’t want her to flaunt her body aside if I am there to keep ‘thirsty horndog’ away from her. Making her dress sexy is a privilege reserved only for me. Only on occasion like an office party or similar events, will I ask my wife to wear a more skin-revealing dress. Lisa works as the PTA chairwoman at my daughter’s school. As the PTA chairwoman, her action and look need to be proper so others can look at her as an example and role model. So aside from when I ask her to dress more flauntingly, Lisa will only dress in modest clothes or a professional suit.

Next, let’s talk about my daughter, Jessica Benson. She is as pretty as her mom. Her face closely resembles her mom's, but with more pronounced cheekbones, which Jessica inherited from me. She differs from her mother in another way too; unlike her busty mother, who possesses big natural 36 D-cup boobs, Jessica is less blessed in her chest department and only has barely there B-cup small breasts. Her mother and I have assured her many times that she might be just a late bloomer.

Jessica is the current president of her school chastity and Bible reading club. I’m proud that my wife and my daughter can be leading figures for conservativeness.

I hope my life can stay idyllic like this for a long time. I always warn and remind my family to stay away from people who can be a bad influence on them to keep our peaceful lives. It is also the reason I chose this community to be the place of our residency. Here, we are surrounded by same-minded, god-fearing, conservative good people.

Alas, sometimes, life can't always happen like you wish for.

“Honey, it seems someone has bought the abandoned house beside our house. I saw a truck from a moving company unload some furniture and cardboard boxes. Did the HOA manager tell you who was moving there? I hope our new neighbor will be wholesome and pleasant to make friends with.” One morning before I go to work, Lisa asks me with concern and anticipation.

“No, I haven't heard anything from the Lowell. They should have told you if they couldn’t deliver the news to me on time.” I reply with a frown on my face. the Lowell family is the HOA manager. Usually, the HOA manager will inform the HOA members like us if there are any new residents to our HOA. This is unusual coming from them, but if they don’t bother to tell us, it can also mean that this new resident should not cause any trouble for us.

When I’m still in deep thought about our HOA manager, I hear someone ring our doorbell. Is it them? Are they finally here to inform us about our new neighbor?

Lisa swiftly heads towards the front door, with me trailing a couple of steps behind her. As Lisa swings open the door, instead of people from the Lowell family that I expected, the one standing on our porch is a sexy white girl we both don’t recognize. My gaze involuntarily lingers on her body for a moment, but soon, my sense of morality kicks in, and I find myself frowning at the sight.

The woman looks like a trashy street hooker with big, inflated, basketball tits bolted on her chest. She has long platinum blonde hair. Her face looks like a plastic Barbie doll with her plump, dick-sucking lips and Botox filler here and there. Her tits almost spill out from her too small crop top. Her leopard-printed skirt is also provocatively short, even for a miniskirt. Both of her arms are covered in tattoos. On her left arm, she has a tattoo that depicts a black serpent coiling around her arm, while her right arm features a sleeve of tribal tattoos with a prominent queen of spades in the center.

“Who are you?” Lisa asks our new guest. She looks at her with caution. The woman doesn’t look like the usual type who is fit to reside in our conservative community.

“Hi, I’m Harmony. Harmony Goldie. I just moved in next door. I want to invite you two to my housewarming party,” says the woman who introduces herself as Harmony.

“Uh…Thank you for your invitation. I will attend if I don’t have any urgent business. Welcome to the Lilies Vale community. We hope you can fit in quickly and feel like you belong to our conservative community,” Lisa answers. Her words are full of implied messages to tell Harmony to try to fit in with the conservative's style.

“Thank you for the well wishes. Please come to my party at 5 PM.”

The slutty-looking woman eventually bids us farewell after a short talk and heads back to her house. Before stepping into her house, Harmony looks back at us and winks in our direction. Is she flirting with me?

Lisa closes the door tightly after Harmony disappears from our line of sight. She looks me in the eyes.

“What do you think about her?” My wife asks.

“I don’t know why the Lowell let a woman like her live here in our community. She certainly looks more like a promiscuous woman who belongs to the street than our conservative community. I will complain to the Lowell after I get back from work.”

“Don’t be so hasty, honey. My experience as a PTA chairwoman has taught me that even the most rebellious girl can be guided to be a well-mannered lady with the right approach. The HOA manager has approved her residency, so they must have checked her background, maybe they want us to guide Harmony to integrate back into being a respectful, conservative society member. So, if we shun her, it will be counterproductive and make it harder for her to turn from her wrong path of life,” Lisa explains her guess.

An understanding smile appears on my face. Lisa is always an angelic person who tries to see through the goodness of even bad people. She can sometimes be too good to others to the point of being a bit naive, but that is where I come in to protect her from being manipulated by bad people.

“So, do you plan to attend her housewarming party?” I ask

“We are her direct neighbors, and she invited us, so of course I will attend. I can just make an excuse that I don’t feel well and go home if the party goes awry or is not to my liking.”

“Sorry that I can’t accompany you for this one. Just keep yourself safe when you are at her house.”

“I’m not a child, Paul. I’m a 36-year-old woman, you don’t need to worry about me. Anyway, what kind of danger could she possess? And I believe she shouldn’t invite only us to her housewarming party; other families in our community will also attend.”

“Okay, I’m sorry for worrying too much.”

It is 5:20 PM now, and I don’t have the luxury of coming home early today because I need to deal with an upcoming big project. I wonder how my wife is doing at our neighbor’s housewarming party.

A new red dot appears in my message application. When I look at it, it comes from a random number that I don’t recognize. Usually, I will ignore spam messages like this, but this time, my gut feeling tells me to look at the message.

I click on the message and see that it comes with a video attachment.

I play the video, and to my surprise, I am greeted by what seems to be a heavily edited porn video. There are three women in the video. Two women are naked, and one woman is wearing a fashionable black one-shoulder long-sleeved mini dress. All of their faces are censored with heavy mosaic censors, but they don’t censor anything below the neck. What a weird censorship decision. I sneer.

When I look at them more carefully, I experience a sudden sense of familiarity with the woman in a fashionable black dress due to her tattoo. Her tattoo bears resemblance to the tattoo that our new neighbor has; she has the same Queen of Spade tattoo sleeves on her right arm. But I still give my neighbor the benefit of the doubt because Catherine Lowell should have checked her background, and there is no way the HOA manager let a pornstar live in our community. That tattoo is also quite common, unfortunately, her other arm is covered by the dress's long sleeve, so I can’t confirm whether the woman has the same serpent tattoo as Harmony.

Another woman is kneeling before the black-dressed woman, as if she is waiting for something. This one looks like a young girl, with small 32B-cup breasts. The girl is naked except for a black dog collar with a Queen of Spade pendant. The girl’s body figures remind me of my daughter, but of course, the girl isn’t my daughter, I can’t imagine my pure Jessica being in that position and being subservient to another woman like a sinful lesbian.

“You did a good job, *beep*. The bitch probably doesn’t expect that her daughter has laced her parents' drink with ****. With this, your parents are under my control, aren’t you sad, *beep*?”

“No, Mistress, I’m not sad, nor do I regret my action. Can you give me my fix now? As long as I can get my fix, I will do anything for you. You are more important than my life,” says the young woman.

“You really get addicted to it, huh? You even sold your parents to get a slight fix.” Say the fashionably dressed woman. She then takes out a small vial filled with a milky white substance.

“Open your mouth.”

The black-dressed woman commands, she then pours the substance into the girl’s open mouth. Unfortunately, because of the censor, I can’t see what happened clearly.

After receiving the substance, the young girl spasms and squirts uncontrollably.

“Cock…Big Cock...I want a big *beep* cock,” the girl mumbles. I can’t hear clearly what she said in the end.

“Calm down, slut. You will get plenty of it later. Now, I need to discuss something with your mom. Maybe you two can go on a cock hunt together later after I put your mom in the right mindset.”

The girl stops mumbling after the woman commands her to calm down, but her hand keeps rubbing her crotch non-stop.

The fashionably-dressed woman then approaches the other naked woman, who sits still in the chair without any movement aside from rubbing her crotch mindlessly.

“The **** that your daughter gave you over time have now overloaded your mind with lust. Without a companion **** that works as a fix, you will experience a state of lethargic withdrawal like what you experience right now. If you are in this state for too long, you will start to feel very uncomfortable later as your brain cells are being fried. But that is what I want, as your brain cells start being fried, your mind will get muddled, and your mind will absorb any suggestion I make like a wet sponge. Then I will give you the fix. The fix will reward you with an overwhelming pleasure you never felt before. Like a Pavlov dog, I will train you with reward and punishment. You will soon be my bitch that is eager to do all my binding, whether you are in a state of awareness or under the ****’s influence like your daughter,” the woman-in-black narrates to the chair-bound woman.

The **** sounds sinister yet also cheesy, as you might expect from a porn video. Does such a **** exist in real life?

The woman in black then glances toward the camera. The mosaic censorship around her lower face suddenly subsides, revealing her lips clearly. She smirks toward the camera, then the screen fades to dark.

It is such a weird porn video, but why do I feel a sudden ominous feeling from watching it?

At 9 PM, I’m finally back at home. My wife welcomes me and gives me a warm hug.

“Where is Jessica?” I ask my wife.

“She is in her bedroom, studying.”

“So, how is the party? Do you ask Jessica to come with you? Is our new neighbor as bad as she looks, or is she a case of ‘don’t judge a book by its cover’?” I ask Lisa curiously and also with concern.

“Uhm… My first impression of her is that she is an unexpectedly good woman. Catherine Lowell was there. Catherine seems to have known about Harmony for some time before, she can’t stop praising her and gave me a guarantee that Harmony despite her looks, is an incredible woman. So yeah, I think Harmony is a case of don’t judge a book by its cover. And no, I came there alone. I don’t want to expose Jessica to a woman that looks like Harmony, but now, I regret it a bit, I should have brought her to the party.”

“Why?”

“Harmony makes this unbelievably tasty milkshake that I can’t get enough of once I taste it, unfortunately, I can’t bring a glass of it home as the other ladies seemed to feel the same about the milkshake, and we emptied a few pitchers before we knew it. If I bring Jessica, she will be able to taste that incredible, tasty milkshake.” Lisa chuckles embarrassedly. “Time seems fleeting when we are chatting with each other to get to know Harmony better. When we become aware of the time, a few hours have already passed, and she needs to end the party. Harmony said she would teach me to make the milkshake and want me to visit her often.”

When my wife talks about the unbelievably tasty milk, I don’t know why it reminds me of the milky white **** vial I watched in that porn video. There is also the woman in the black dress who has similar tattoos to Harmony.

“I don't think you should visit her often, although Catherine already gave us her guarantee that she is a good person, my gut feeling tells me there is something amiss about Harmony,” I say.

“Ssshh...don't worry, I know where to draw the line. Please believe in me, Paul. Anyway, don’t you think I didn’t notice how you ogled Harmony this morning and the tent in your pants? Do you find her sexy, honey? What if you imagine I look a little like her, with my body full of vulgar tattoos, and we have sex right now? I'm in the mood for some action.”

TO BE CONTINUED

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