Page 14 of Unmasked

They’d managed to keep me in line for years as I watched them operate with impunity. I’d been working in the shadows to bring them to justice, but when they tried to take Bailey from me, I accelerated my plans.

We immediately went into hiding while I collected my evidence. I went to the internet first and spread everything I had everywhere. There’s no better cure for darkness than daylight. Then I went to law enforcement.

It was the scandal of the decade. Politicians went down. Athletes, celebrities, ranks of the elite were indicted and thrown in prison. I had it all: photos, e-mails, texts, call logs, and most important, video.

Every room in the old estate was wired with hidden surveillance that my family used for blackmail to not only increase their wealth but also their political power. Little did they know I’d been accessing the system and making my own copies.

The entire world went nuts for months, and Bailey and I were forced to stay hidden for another year after that. After, we kept a low profile and stayed out of the media for another year. Only once everyone was in prison and things had died down did we venture out and rejoin society.

We were married, just us and her parents – oh, and Gina of course—and nine months later my beautiful wife brought our first child into the world.

Wendy. She’s my pride and joy, and I will be her protector for as long as I live.

I glance down at her now, bundled up in my wife’s arms, and smile. If you’d asked me four years ago if a life like this was possible for me, I would have told you you were dreaming. But now this is my reality, and every morning when I wake up beside the most beautiful woman in the world and hear my daughter in her crib, I have to pinch myself to make sure I’m not dreaming.

“Come on, let’s go inside.”

I take my wife’s hand and lead her up the steps. New. Everything is new. Not a single slab of concrete or a single stone or piece of wood remains from the old house. I open the door for her and lead her inside, where I have another surprise for her waiting.

“Gina!” she exclaims when she sees her friend. “What are you doing here? I thought you were in Paris!”

“Cancelled the trip. I wanted to be here for this.”

Bailey is practically crying as she hands Wendy to me and throws her arms around her friend. After what happened, Gina cleaned up her act and went back to school for interior design. She took some time off from men, then got herself a boyfriend – a lawyer actually—and now works full time helping rich people figure out what to do with their new homes. I actually hired her (without telling Bailey) to help us decorate the living room.

“Oh, today is just amazing!” Bailey laughs, choking back tears. “Amazing!”

“You know what would be even more amazing?” I remark as I walk over to them. “If Gina here would watch Wendy for a few while I show my wife the rest of the house.”

Gina, not crying quite as much as Bailey, gives me a wink. “Sure. I can do that for you. Just don’t take too long. I’m not the best at the whole motherly thing.”

I reply with a wink and take my wife’s hand and lead her upstairs to the bedroom.

“I thought you were going to show me the rest of the house,” she says softly as I lift her shirt off.

“That can wait,” I growl. “But this can’t.”

I place her hand on my bulge so she can feel how hard I am for her. It’s always like that, though. Morning, day, and night. I’m constantly turned on by my wife. Her pussy is like a drug, and if I don’t have her at least twice a day, I don’t know what to do with myself.

I don’t know what I love most – waking up and taking her each morning, or having shower sex after we wake up, then falling back to sleep together. Or having a quickie at lunch or a marathon after dinner where I try to see how many times I can make her come before she tells me she can’t take anymore.

My record so far is nine, but I’m determined to hit double digits.

Every waking thought she’s in my mind. Nothing but our family matters now. I rose from the ashes of mine and am building a new one with her. My wife and my daughter are all that matter now.

As my cock slides between her lips, I let out a deep groan and slide my fingers into her hair. “Christ, I love you.”

My wife giggles and looks up at me. “Why? Because I suck your dick so well?”

“Well, that…” I chuckle. “But a thousand other reasons as well that I couldn’t possibly list if I tried.”

Her eyes bloom, and I pull her up onto the bed. I know that look – she wants to please me, but right now I have to have her.

I lift her skirt and spread her wide to reveal her bare little pussy. As I enter, we both moan. Christ, she’s as tight as she was the first time.

“Like a virgin,” I tease, gently singing in her ear. “For the very first time…”

“Oh my God, Ethan.” Each giggle causes her womanhood to clench down on my manhood, inflaming me with vigor and lust. Her hands find my waist, and she holds on as my hips thrust and I take her.

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