Steps to Depravity -
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Steps to Depravity -

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Charlotte's head was pounding as she slowly woke up from her sleep. She hadn't opened her eyes yet but she easily realized two things, she was sleeping naked and this wasn't her bed. She tried to shake the effects of sleep from her head and attempted to slowly open her eyes.

When she managed to crack her eyelids open, she saw that it was dark in the room. It must still be early. The unfamiliarity of the bed must have woken her, much like it does when she's sleeping in a hotel room. But this wasn't a hotel room. She knew that.

Finally she was able to fully open her eyes and she started to take in her surroundings. Even laying on her side, she could see this definitely wasn't her bedroom, nor any bedroom she recognized. When she turned to lay on her back, she was startled when she brushed up against someone else in the bed who was obviously also naked. Immediately she turned to look and saw an incredibly handsome man, who wasn't her husband, sleeping next to her.

Then all of the memories of the previous evening rushed back to her. She remembered Dominick and what they did. Guilt started to set in when she realized that she had broken her sacred wedding vows and committed the sin of adultery.

She sat there and stared at the ceiling, trying to figure out what to do and how to fix this. She panicked thinking that maybe James tried to reach her last night, and she was too busy with Dominick to realize it. She needed her phone.

Luckily, the first place she checked was the end table next to the bed, and she saw the familiar sight of her phone. She was relieved that she found it so quickly, but her heart sank when she saw that there was in fact a text notification waiting.

"Oh no, oh no, oh no." Charlotte thought to herself as she grabbed for her phone.

A wave of relief came over her when she saw that it wasn't a text from James, it was a text from her mother-in-law. She quickly read the text.

"Hi Charlotte. Luke realized that he left one of his assignments at the house. We'll swing by before school to pick it up. Hope you are feeling better, because we'll be bringing donuts!"

Panic set in for Charlotte, as she checked the time. It was 5:45 am, and it was at least a 30 minute drive to get her car, and then she still had to drive home. She figured that her mother-in-law would be getting to her house sometime between 7:00 am and 7:30am. It was going to be tight.

First she needed to call for an Uber. She remembered that Dominick's house was pretty remote, so it may take a bit for one to arrive, but waking Dominick for him to drive her was out of the question. The last thing she needed was for any early bird at James' work seeing her being dropped off by Dominick at her car that was left overnight at his and James' office.

She pulled up the Uber app and requested a ride. The app took forever to find a driver. She impatiently stared at the app, trying to will it to find a ride quickly. Finally it connected her with a driver. 20 minutes away. "Shit." she thought. The timing was going to be even tighter.

She silently slinked out of the bed, being careful not to wake Dominick. First she was quite embarrassed that they had slept together, and second she didn't want to waste more time by having to talk to him.

When she got out of the bed and was standing, she realized that she was a little sore. The walls of her vagina ached a bit. At first she wondered why, but then she recalled the absolute pounding that Dominick gave her with his monster cock. Instinctually, she tingled a little when she recalled the memory.

Charlotte shook off the slight distraction and got back to concentrating on the task at hand, getting home before her mother-in-law got there. Firstly, she needed to find her clothes. She looked on the floor around the bed, but had no luck. She had no recollection where she left them.

"Fuck." Charlotte said quietly as she suddenly remembered what happened. Her clothes were by the pool, and no doubt still wet, totally unwearable. She went quietly into Dominick's walk-in closet and used her flashlight on her phone to see what she could borrow. She quickly found some sweatshirts on a shelf, and just grabbed the first one she could. It took a little longer to find some pants, but she finally found some workout pants in one of the drawers. She put on the sweatshirt and pants, both being much too big on her, but they would have to do. She had no choice but to forgo any underwear.

Quietly she tiptoed out of the bedroom, silently closing the door behind her, and made her way downstairs using her flashlight in the unfamiliar surroundings. She made her way down to the kitchen, and then opened up the patio door to the pool. Once she was on the pool deck, she scooped up her wet clothes, and put her tennis shoes on, which thankfully didn't get wet.

She checked her phone for the timing of the Uber. Still 12 minutes away. "Goddammit." she thought. Quickly she typed a message to send the driver through the app.

"I'll tip you extra if you can really hurry! It's an emergency!

She walked around the outside of the house to go to the front rather than walk through the house again. She was afraid that Dominick was going to wake and it would be uncomfortable.

The driver replied.

"np"

Charlotte stood on the driveway waiting for her ride and tried to process her feelings. She was feeling conflicted. On one hand, she had the feeling of overwhelming guilt for just having cheated on her husband, but on the other hand, the sexual awakening she was experiencing was almost impossible to put into words. She was becoming consumed by it. As she struggled with this internal battle of emotions, her Uber driver showed up. She bottled up her emotions, and then got in the back seat.

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By the time the Uber driver dropped her off at her car, and the time it took her to drive home, it was nearly 7:15 am. Charlotte was panicking. What if her mother-in-law arrived already and Charlotte wasn't home? How could she explain that? What if she saw her driving up? Her world would come crashing down.

Charlotte was racing through the streets of her neighborhood, constantly looking forward and behind for her mother-in-law's car, but she never saw it. When she finally arrived on her street, she almost cried in relief when she didn't see her mother-in-law's car there yet. She parked the car in the driveway, and ran to her front door, fumbling for the keys in her purse as she did.

After opening the door, she rushed in and quickly, shutting the door behind her. Her heart was racing and she was out of breath. She felt as if she was going to throw up right there in her entry way. With her back to the door, she slid down and sat on the floor in an attempt to try to calm herself.

Within a few short minutes, the doorbell rang. Charlotte stood, and tried to compose herself the best she could, then she opened the door.

"Mom!" both twins yelled in unison as soon as Charlotte opened the door. They both ran up and hugged her.

"Hi dear." her mother-in-law said. "Luke, go find that assignment. Matthew, you go help him. We don't want to be late for school." Both boys ran up the stairs to the bedroom to look for the missing assignment.

Her mother-in-law then got a good look at Charlotte. "Oh dear. You are a fright. Still not feeling well?" she asked while handing her a box of doughnuts.

Charlotte suddenly thought about how she must look after the night of drinking...and fucking. She was wearing some oversized men's clothes, and even though she hadn't seen herself in a mirror yet this morning, she knew she had "sex hair". She could even smell the scent of sex on herself. In fact, she could feel Dominick's semen that must have seeped out of her last night as she slept. It was now dried on her inner thighs. Her paranoia was setting in, and she was thinking that her mother-in-law had to suspect something.

"No, I'm still feeling bad. Thanks again for watching the boys. You are a lifesaver." Charlotte tried to say as calmly as she could.

Her mother-in-law looked at what Charlotte was wearing and was about to say something when they were suddenly interrupted by boys returning.

"Ok Grandma! We got it, let's go!" they screamed and ran out to the car.

"Alright dear. Take care of yourself." her mother-in-law said as she turned and followed the boys out to the car.

Charlotte closed the door, and rested her head against it in relief. "That was too close." she thought. When she was looking downwards, she finally saw the shirt that she was wearing. There was a logo on the breast, it appeared to be an alligator. She focused on it, and it definitely was an alligator. It was the logo for the University of Florida. She thought back to the look that her mother-in-law gave her when she was looking at what she was wearing. Charlotte just now realized that she was wearing a college sweatshirt from a school that neither she nor her husband went to.

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After her mother-in-law left, Charlotte collapsed on her bed in exhaustion and slept for another couple of hours. It was a welcome relief. When she finally woke up for the day, she decided to draw herself a bath to wash away the evidence from last night.

She laid in the bathtub enjoying the serenity of the silence, trying to suppress all of her conflicted feelings. The warmth of the water enveloped her. Her body was a bit sore from sleeping in an unfamiliar bed, and the ache in her pussy walls was subsiding but the water still helped.

Charlotte's mind was drifting to memories of last night. Even though what she did was a sin, she couldn't help but think about how good it felt. She had never had anyone pleasure her in the way that Dominick did last night. The man was truly gifted in more ways than one. She started to wonder how she would react to seeing him at any of James' work events in the future. It's going to be awkward.

Her thoughts were interrupted but multiple notifications from her phone.

She reached over the edge of the tub to grab her phone which was sitting nearby. She saw that the first notification was a text from Dominick. "He must be reading my mind." Charlotte thought amusingly to herself as she opened the text message.

"Hey! You snuck out in the middle of the night! You didn't even say goodbye. I was hoping we could at least have breakfast together. Plus we have to discuss payment for damages for a certain pool chair."

He added a smiley emoji at the end of the message.

Charlotte giggled to herself as she typed her reply. She decided to be flirty.

"Sorry, I had to be somewhere early this morning. Plus I didn't want to stick around, I was afraid that we might break your other chair if I did!"

Dominick quickly replied.

"Wow...that's hot. Are you free on Thursday for dinner? Even though Chez Dominick was exquisite, I'd like to take you to a proper restaurant."

Charlotte contemplated his message. She had no doubts where the night would end up.

"Sure."

she replied.

"Awesome! Let's say 7p on Thursday night. I'll pick you up!'

Dominick quickly replied.

Charlotte digested what she just agreed to. She felt a bit of guilt, but mostly excitement. Then she proceeded to check out the rest of the notifications.

The next text message was from Jonathan, her brother-in-law.

"Hey Charlotte, remember that photo shoot we were talking about at the party? Would you be able to swing by the studio tomorrow around 8 to do it? Don't worry about outfits or make-up. I've got you covered."

Charlotte almost forgot the conversation that she had with Jonathan about the shoot. This day was getting better and better. She was extremely excited to be part of one of his shoots.

"Sounds great! See you there!"

she replied.

She was elated thinking that this day couldn't get any better, but then she saw the next text was from James, and she realized that this was the first communication that he sent her since leaving.

"Sorry haven't been able to chat. Been real busy. I'll call tonight. J.

Charlotte read the message, and she recalled the text from him that she saw on Dominick's phone, and she knew he was lying. She didn't respond. She simply kept him on read.

The final notification was actually a Facebook Messenger notification. She opened it up and was pleased to see it was from Shane, her first boyfriend whom she had been in communication with a couple of nights ago.

"How about we meet up at The Apothecary, that new speakeasy that just opened up in Caldera tonight at 6 for a drink?"

Charlotte had remembered that she and SHane agreed to meet tonight over a drink to catch up. She was excited to see him again after all these years.

"Sounds great! See you then!"

she replied via Facebook Messenger.

Charlotte sat back and thought, typically most of her days consisted of the same boring routines, but now suddenly she was having new and exciting things to do. She enjoyed the break in monotony of her daily life.

She went to her bedroom closet and started to look for outfits to wear for tonight. It was just an innocent meeting between old friends who wanted to catch up, but she did want to make an impression. Deep down in her mind she wanted Shane to question his decision to break up with her, and what he missed out on.

She continued to look through her closet, and nothing seemed to fit the bill as to the look she was going for. She made a decision that she needed to buy a new outfit. She put on some clothes, grabbed her keys, and drove out to do some shopping.

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Charlotte checked the time as her Uber dropped her off in front of The Apothecary. It was 6:12 pm, she was a little bit late to the planned meetup time of 6:00 pm, but that was on purpose. Charlotte didn't want to seem too needy or eager by arriving on time or, God forbid, early. She figured between 10 and 15 minutes late would be perfect.

As she walked towards the entrance, she looked at herself in the reflection from the window. Her new outfit was exactly the look she wanted to achieve. She wore a spaghetti strap black tank with a scooping neckline that highlighted her ample breasts. It had a shelf in it so she didn't need to wear a bra. She also wore a khaki pencil skirt that hit just above her knees. The form-fitting skirt showed off her hips perfectly. The outfit was complimented with new black pumps and a new gold necklace/bracelet combo.

If she wasn't so preoccupied in checking on her outfit, she may have seen the police car slow down as it drove by her.

She opened the door to the speakeasy, and walked in. Even though it was pretty dark in the room, she saw heads turn as she made her entrance.

As she walked farther in, she instantly recognized Shane sitting in a booth towards the back. His face lit up when he saw her, and he stood as she neared so he could lean in for a long hug. Charlotte enjoyed the embrace.

"You look so amazing!" Shane quickly said after they finally broke the hug and sat.

"Thanks! You don't look too bad yourself." Charlotte replied, and meant it. He stood at a towering 6' 3" tall, and he was tan and fit, obvious signs from working outside every day with his landscaping company. He was dressed much more casually than Charlotte, in a close-fitting long sleeved shirt and jeans. He looked rugged.

When they sat down, they ordered some drinks and then began to reconnect. "So what made you think to reach out to me after all these years?" Shane asked.

"Well this may sound strange, but I was in a pretty bad car accident awhile ago, and I was actually in a coma for a few weeks." Charlotte began to explain.

"Oh my God! Are you ok?" Shane asked.

"Yeah, I'm a lot better." Charlotte continued. "But the strangest thing happened to me when I was in the coma. I was having dreams from moments from my past. A couple of those dreams were of me and you from high school. And to be honest, they were good memories."

Shane blushed as Charlotte changed the subject to something lighter. "So you run your own landscaping business?"

"Oh yeah. As you know I wasn't the best in school and the college scouts weren't beating down my door to come play football for them, so I ended up working at a landscaping company when I graduated high school just to make some money." Shane began to say. "I was going to work there just for the summer. Well the summer turned into a year, and then two years, and then five. By that time I learned everything about the landscaping business, so I decided I would be able to start my own. Which I did. It's been going strong for about 7 years now."

"That's amazing!" Charlotte exclaimed.

"I'm not trying to pitch you, but do you use any landscapers?" Shane asked.

"Nope. James just takes care of the lawn, although I'm guessing it'll get a little shabby this week seeing he's out of town." Charlotte said.

Shane pulled out his phone, looking at his company calendar. "Tell you what, I'm going to send someone to your house tomorrow to take care of it for you. My treat."

"Oh there's no need. I don't want to put you out." Charlotte said, trying to stop him.

"I'm not going to debate this. It's done." Shane explained.

"Well, thank you." Charlotte said with conviction. "I really appreciate the gesture."

Charlotte and Shane continued talking over drinks for a couple of hours. Laughing and reminiscing about old times, and bringing each other up to speed as to where their lives are now. As the night progressed, Charlotte couldn't help but notice Shane's eyes wandering downward, obviously checking out her chest. They had significantly grown since she let him fondle them in high school.

Charlotte then said "You know, after my accident, I got to thinking about some choices I've made both good and bad over the years. I really regret not keeping in touch after we broke up."

"Well, it was pretty shitty how and why I broke up with you." Shane said.

"We were kids, and it was a long time ago." Charlotte said. "But I always wonder what would have happened if I wasn't such a prude in the back of your Chevy Malibu."

Shane knew exactly the night she was talking about. "I cannot believe you remembered my car!"

"I remember everything about that night, and like I said, I've been questioning some of the decisions from the past." Charlotte said while staring into Shane's eyes.

Shane always found Charlotte's green eyes to be mesmerizing from the moment he first met her. As he looked into them now, he remembered the first time he saw her at school. He joked to his buddies that he just saw his future wife.

The thought of her becoming his wife caused Shane to have a moment of clarity. Wife. He was married. What was he doing here having an intimate conversation with a former girlfriend.

He looked at his watch and blurted "Oh shit, I didn't realize it was so late. I'm going to have to be heading out soon."

Charlotte was disappointed with the obvious excuse Shane gave to end their conversation. She could have talked with him all night. But she understood. He was happily married, to what appeared to be a wonderful wife. She knew that he had to get back to her and his kids. It was odd, but she almost felt jealous of this woman who she didn't even know over someone she hadn't talked or thought about in years.

"Oh, no problem. I should be getting back home too. I just need to call an Uber." Charlotte said while pulling out her phone.

"Nonsense." Shane interjected. "I can drive you back to your house."

Charlotte smiled and agreed. Shane paid the tab, and they both headed out to his large SUV.

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