Last night I got a call from a guy I've seen a few times saying he was hoping I was still up. I had just left a date. It was a little after midnight. He said to not bother cleaning up, just come over, and come in the backyard door. Usually I see him when his wife is away. I walked over and went around back. He let me into the family room and led me to a basement bedroom. We were going at it maybe 30 minutes when we both heard movement in the house. I realized his wife was there. He whispered that she had taken sleeping medication and thought it was safe. He got up and pulled me to my feet. She was calling him now. He whispered to stay quiet and led me to his basement workroom while he called to her saying that he had decided to get some work done. He threw my clothes into a covered trash can and put me in a tool closet and said to stay there and leave the light off. I nodded. It was pitch black. I sat on a stool and waited. I could hear them moving around and muffled voices. It sounded like they were in the kitchen. It got quiet eventually but I was totally not going to try and get out of the house. It took a long time but I heard steps. Then he opened the door motioning for me to be quiet. He whispered that she had gone to bed and he told her he couldn't sleep and was working. He led me out of the closet but said that I couldn't be loud. He put my panties in my mouth and put me on a mat in the workroom and we went at it for another 20 or 30 minutes. Afterward he said I needed to keep as close to the side of the house as I could until I was at the driveway, then scoot into the neighbors yard and go to the street from there. I escaped pretty uneventfully. It wasn't the only time I was kept in a basement while a wife or girlfriend was upstairs but usually I know about it going in.
Source: reddit.com/r/eroticstories/comments/40gsmy/slut_in_the_basement