Michael and Lisa were moderately successful. They weren't living from paycheck to paycheck like they had used to. There was an amount of comfort now. Unfortunately, they were getting older and contemplating retirement. What would be the best use of their financial resources? IRA? Money Market? Real Estate? Obviously, real estate almost always works within 5 to 10 years.
The research auctions, abandoned property, foreclosures and "fixers." They found a house, a block or two away from them that was substantially cheaper than all the houses around. Evidently it was abandoned and the bank was selling it for the remaining mortgage debt along with some back taxes and utility bills. All in all, it was about 1/3 of the price of the surrounding houses. It was such a great deal they could not ignore it.
When they inspected the house, prior to putting in the bid, the house was immaculate. It was better than the house they lived in. It had newer appliances, more room, more recently renovated, and had a recent large master bedroom addition, it was fully furnished with really nice furniture.
Skeptical, they decided to try to learn more about the house. The last owners bought the house fives years earlier and spent a lot of money refurbishing it. Then, last year, traveling to vacation died in a car crash. They had no surviving family and no children. The house was just left vacant. In several ways this made them feel better about buying it. Obviously it was sad about the previous owners, but that's life. They were glad the house was not taken from underneath someone who was now homeless or in a bad way. It was just a shitty unfortunate accident. If they didn't buy it, someone else would, and they wouldn't feel guilty about stealing someone else' home. They would never have done that, no matter how good the price.
They decided to put $10K over the minimum bid on the auction and see what happened. Surprisingly, a month later, they owned the home. When they received the keys and the deed to the house, they were, needless to say, shocked that it happened so quickly. They barely had time to fully understand that they had a second house. They hired a cleaning company to clean the house from top to bottom to get ride of the dust and dirt of laying vacant for so long.
After the house was clean, they visited the home and walked through it. What surprised them most was how much they liked it better than their own house. They decided to move in to the new house and rent their old house. They had been meaning to do some renovations anyway and since this house was already finished, why not take it and fix the old house for a rental property.
The first thing they noticed with a twinge of sadness for the previous owners, that they had not moved out. All their possessions were still in the home, it all came with the purchase. Their cloths, computers, jewelry, tools, etc. They decided to take all the previous owners personal stuff to charity. They cleaned out the closets, garage, furniture, etc. They found about $10,000 in cash and jewelry and donated that to a homeless shelter. They donated all the clothing to a thrift shop that routinely gave winter coats to people who needed them.
They now felt that they could move in with a clear conscience. They did not know the previous owners, but all the donations were made in their name. Hopefully people would think fondly about their benefactors.
A few months later, Michael and Lisa we all moved in. Their old house was being renovated and there was a renter ready to move in when renovations were completed. All in all, it was much more than they ever suspected.
In their new home, Michael noticed something he thought was weird. The master bedroom was an obvious addition with a foundation and everything, but there was no connection from the old basement to what should be a basement under the addition. Was it just a dirt crawl space under the master bedroom? It seemed weird to pour foundation walls for just a crawl space. He was curious.
About a week or two later, Lisa had asked Michael to see if they could put some shelves, draws, and hangers in the master bedroom walk-in closet. Going to his tool box he got the measuring tape and measured the closet for the shelving units. For some reason, there was an area about 4 foot square unaccounted for in the closet. Michael wondered: was it space for pipes or electrical? It wasn't clear. He measured all the walls, went to the basement, nothing. No pipes or wires were the closet should be. As far as he was concerned, it was a mystery. Why was there a 4' square area just sitting empty? Maybe they could use the space to make a bigger closet.
Michael inspected the closet with a bright flashlight. Then he saw it, a small handle. There was a door hidden in the back left of the closet. He opened the door carefully, not knowing what he would find. When he opened the door, the light went on and revealed a spiral staircase that lead down to what Michael earlier dismissed as being just a dirt crawl space but was actually a finished basement room. He prematurely concluded that this was probably a panic room.
As he walked down into the room, he could see a bed and some basic furnishings, a small fully stocked bar, but something was weird. There was a lot of stuff on the wall. It looked like whips, ropes, masks, and other things. It slowly dawned on Michael that the previous owners had a secret sex dungeon. That's they only thing he could possibly concluded.
When Lisa arrived home from shopping, Michael was beside himself with excitement. He couldn't wait to show her. After putting away groceries and cleaning up a bit, Lisa followed Michael to the bedroom and into the closet.
Lisa's mouth hung open for several minutes looking around the room. A lot of the stuff she did not recognize, she would have to search the internet to figure it out, some of the stuff, on the other hand, she recognized from the accidental internet porn that everyone is subjected to in this day and age.
One of the things she recognized was a "stock," like the device criminals would be put in as a punishment in the 1600s new england. It was modern with comfortable padding, but make no mistake it would hold you in place. Lisa walk over to it. She inspected it. It was very new. It was operable.
Lisa called Michael over and suggested that he put his head and hands in it.
Michael responded, "no thanks."
Lisa pouted, and said "please, don't you trust me?"
Michael sighed and reluctantly said, "OK, but don't go crazy."
Once Michael was locked in the stock, Lisa had a strange new twinge and thrill of power over her husband. She got behind him and started feeling his chest and worked he way down to his pants. Michael started to complain and tell her to stop, but Lisa refused. She had him now and she was going to have some fun. She noticed that there were ankle cuffs as well as the stock. Before Michael was aware, he was fully locked up.
Lisa removed Michael's pants and underwear and exposed his, now growing, cock. She noticed and said "Oh, so you like being locked up by your wife. I could do anything I want to you right now."
Michael replied, "Come on Lisa, stop. Let me out, I'm not enjoying this."
Lisa continued, "Oh, but I am. I don't know if you'll ever let me do this to you again, so I'm going to do what I want now."
Michael was starting to panic. He didn't recognize Lisa any more. Why was she doing this?
Lisa, for her part, was sexually charged like she never had felt before. She had always been kind of passive in her sex life, but this opportunity is something she never had ever suspected, or even imagined, she would have. She stripped off her clothes. She looked around the room, she knew there had to be one. Then she found it. A strap-on dildo. She had never seen a real one, but this one looked brand new. She wiped it down with the disinfectant she saw, and tried it on. One end was clearly designed to give the wearer pleasure. The other end looked like a cock. Her new cock. She walked in front of Michael and showed him.
Michael was dumbfounded. Where was this coming from? Lisa had always been tame, too much so for him, to be honest. This complete switch in behavior was crazy. He was afraid about what she wanted to do to him, but he was really turned on as well.
Lisa found, next to the disinfectant, lube. She got behind Michael, lubed him up, and raped her husband as he protested. As she was sliding the dildo in and out of his ass, she was stroking his cock. She was whispering into his ear. "Your tame wife is fucking you in the ass. I can tell by your cock you love it. Don't you?"
Michael, for his part, was in a state of sexual stupor. All he could feel was Lisa stroking his cock just fast enough to build but not fast enough to crest and cum. He winced with pain as the dildo entered him. He could hear Lisa breaking heavier and building to her own orgasm. All he could utter is "no."
