SLIPPING INTO DEPRAVITY - The Dark Descent of Sam and Kayley

INTRO - A series about an innocent, young couple, living life and having sex, who don't quite realize there are bad people in the world, and what happens when one of them insinuates himself into their life. A tale of seduction, submission, depravity... and eventually, a happy ending.

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PROLOGUE

SAM

I suppose I should start at the beginning, how we got into this mess.

I met my wife Kayley when we were both a few years out from University. I was a couple of years older, I’d finished my degree, found a job, and was a rising star, making good money in Systems Design. Kayley had done the admin route, but found a solid firm that appreciated her. I don’t even remember now, how we bumped into one another.  It just felt like one day we were at the same party, saw each other across the room, smiled and that was it.

I was tall, rangy and hung, with short dark hair. Kayley was a redhead, bottle unfortunately, so the carpet didn’t match the drapes, so we kept the floor polished, if you know what I mean. She had this willowy build, not the biggest breasts but perky and a dancer’s grace. There was something about the way she moved, I loved watching her. She had this sensual grace.

Neither of us were virgins, we’d both racked up our body counts, Kayley had started in high school, me in University. It was the usual thing, random opportunistic oral sex, drunk one-night stands and shameful misjudgments, some dating things that went all the way quickly but petered out, and a few semi-long-term things. Neither of us got emotionally involved, neither of us got too wild.

In hindsight, we missed a bunch of opportunities. I almost ended up with a Domme. Kayley turned down a chance to go to an orgy. Things like that. The thing is, that as wild and enticing as possibilities are, if you’re on your own, it’s a bit intimidating. If you don’t have the right person as your wing man, or wing woman… you don’t. You heard about people disappearing, or waking up in a bathtub of ice cubes with one kidney, or date rapes, assaults, or just awful things.

But when we finally hooked up, it was magic. Our first night together, we made love, we laughed, we climbed each other like monkey bars. We were sweat drenched, hot, hard, wet, we couldn’t get enough. We tasted, touched, licked, we couldn't get enough of each other, and we took full advantage.

Those were the first months; we couldn't stay away from each other.  We watched porn. We danced. We laughed. We licked every part of each other, in every location indoors. We couldn’t get enough. She dressed to make me excited, and all I had to do to make her aroused was look at her. There was a sense of excitement, of wild possibility, of everything being open and available.

So of course, we’d fuck it up.

One night, we were out at a bar. Not a usual haunt, we were exploring different venues. I had to go to the can, there was a line up. It took a while.

When I finally did my business and got back out, I spied Kayley, sitting at the bar, a man chatting her up.

Intrigued, I stopped, waiting back, near the hall leading to the bathrooms, up against the wall. It wasn’t a big place; I had a clear view. Neither of them noticed me.

Kayley was wearing her red dress, one with a modest slit up the side, that showed off her curves. It was just the casual side of sexy. She sat with her legs crossed, swinging her upper calf. She was smiling and nodding at her new suitor, some suit with a hundred-dollar haircut and capped teeth. As he moved, he was careful to let his cuff slide up to expose his Apple Watch. She glanced at it, but didn’t remark. He leaned in to say something, she leaned toward him, and then she laughed. He stroked her arm.

She sparkled. In that moment, she just sparkled, like she was radiant. I was enthralled, she was so beautiful, so vivacious, so full of life. I was hard, watching her flirt with a complete stranger, but then she made me hard constantly. Mainly, it was exciting.

Is this what we look like when we’re together, I wondered? Just smiling and laughing, leaning into each other. This is seeing her sparkle from the outside. It was amazing.

I started forward.

Kayley looked up and almost jumped when she saw me coming, but the smile she gave me was pure love. Her companion turned to look.

“Sam,” she said, “this is Roger, he was keeping me company while I waited.”

Roger turned around and looked me up and down. He wasn’t particularly pleased to see me, but he was smart enough not to let it show. I could practically read his mind. His chance of scoring with this hottie evaporated the minute I showed up.

I had this fleeting thought; I wondered how good he thought his chances had been. In some hypothetical world where Kayley and I weren’t together, did he really think he’d go home with her?

“That’s really nice of him,” I said. “I didn’t realize I was that long.”

She smiled brilliantly; the room seemed to light up.

“You weren’t, but Roger was such a gentleman, he volunteered.”

Definitely an operator, I thought. Hustling, on the make. She told him she had a boyfriend, and he figured it was just a bluff and moved in.

“That’s nice of him,” I smiled. “Keeping my seat for me.”

Roger got the message.

“It was great,” he grinned. “But I got to get moving.”

We watched him cruise away, on the alert for any other single woman. He spotted a middle-aged woman further down the bar and zeroed in.

Slipping into his seat, I leaned in and our lips locked, our tongues flicking against each other.  I laid my hand on her knee as she uncrossed her legs and casually slid my fingers half way up her thigh under her dress. She rested her hand on my thigh.

“Happy to see me?” she teased.

“Definitely.”

“It’s mutual.”

I nodded.

“So, Roger?”

“He just appeared and started talking to me,” she said.

“Hitting on you?”

“He was working up to it, but not there yet,” she replied. “Don’t worry, I would have shot him down.”

“Hopefully,” I joked, “not on my account.”

“I only get excited for you,” she said.

A flicker of nervousness crossed her face.

“You’re not annoyed, are you?  Jealous?”

My eyebrows lifted in surprise.

“No!” I said.  “Not at all. You can talk to anyone you like. Friends. Girlfriends. Random guys that flirt. No, it’s cool!”

“Are you sure… that last?”

“I’m sorry,” I said. “I love you too much to be jealous.”

“I went out with a guy one time in college,” she said. “Jealous type. He got worse and worse.”

I shrugged.

“That’s not me.” I assured her. I didn’t want her ever to worry. “You know, I watched you guys for a minute, once I came out of the bathroom. And you know what? You looked so beautiful, so radiant, with that guy flirting with you. You were glowing, he was smiling. It just looked … nice. You know what I thought, as I was watching you?”

Whatever flicker of caution and nervousness I’d seen in her faded away, and that made me glad. I always wanted her happy and unconstrained, absolutely free. She was breathtaking that way.

“What?”

“I looked at you, relaxed, smiling, flirting, and it was like I was seeing us from the outside. I was just blown away by how amazing you were, just watching it from outside, not being part of it. You’re wonderful.”

She laughed and blushed.

“Were you excited?”

Where had that come from?

“I’m always excited for you,” I said. “But yes, I found it arousing to watch you flirt.”

“Not even a little jealous that it wasn’t you?”

“Not even a bit. It was exciting.”

Of course, we both knew absolutely that nothing could have ever happened with Roger. That made it safe, and it made it safe for us to talk again.

“Can I tell you a little secret?” she whispered. Her eyes sparkled.

I leaned in so she could whisper in my ear over the bar noise, taking the opportunity to slip my hand up her dress.

“Of course.”

“it was a little exciting…  Maybe not exciting… fun? I kind of enjoyed Roger sitting down and just hitting on me.”

“Cool.”

She wasn’t finished.

“It was weird,” she whispered. “Normally, it’s creepy. You’re alone in the bar, some rando puts the moves on you. It always put me off. Some of my girlfriends, right into it. But not me. There was always something… just unnerving.”

“Yeah.”

“But I knew you were here, and you’d be out shortly. I knew I was safe, so I could just relax… and it was fun.”

She giggled.

“Were you aroused?” I whispered.

“Silly boy,” she said and licked my ear, “I was already aroused.”

Suddenly, I was uncontrollable. I took her wrist.

“Let’s go someplace!”

Kayley squealed in pure delight. Like giggling children, we scurried from the bar back to my car. We only made it halfway home, before we pulled into a parkade and made out like teenagers in the back seat, rocking the car wildly and steaming up the windows.

And that was how it all began. Passion and love and giddy excitement at being bad.

The beginning of our fall.