The Billionaire’s Masked Secret

“Ladies and gentlemen, we sincerely apologize, but due to circumstances beyond our control, this flight has been canceled. We understand this may cause inconvenience, and our ground team will assist you with alternative arrangements.” An airport staff member announced over the speakers.

I had a real estate conference scheduled for tomorrow, but apparently, due to matters beyond my control, I would not be in attendance.

Honestly, I would have preferred to stay home and spend the weekend with my wife and beautiful children, and I was glad I had been given the chance.

“Noah,” I called out to my assistant over the phone. “My flight has been canceled due to some unforeseen circumstances. Inform the conference board that I will not be in attendance.” I said, navigating to the parking lot with my carry-on and trying to flag down a taxi.

“My apologies, sir. I’d reach out to your driver to come pick you up immediately,” He replied smartly. He was a smart kid, and I appreciated that.

“No worries, kid. I’d take a taxi. Take tomorrow off as well; I plan on spending the day with my family. You do you!” I hung up, not giving him a chance to argue.

I made a few stops on my way home to grab bags of chips and drinks for the movie night I had planned with my family.

I considered myself a blessed man: married to my beautiful wife, Vivienne, and father to two amazing kids. Twins. A boy and a girl.

My business was more than successful.

What more could I possibly ask for?

The drive from the airport to my house was a good 35-minute drive, but it didn’t matter; what waited for me at home was worth it.

I paid my fare and tipped the taxi man generously. Today was a good day for me; I didn’t mind making it a good day for someone else.

The main lights were switched off, an indication that my family had retired for the night.

I didn’t bother ringing the doorbell or calling my wife; it would ruin the surprise.

I always carried a spare key, and I used it to unlock the door.

The house was awfully quiet, which was expected. It was past 12:00 am, and the service workers had retired to their quarters, leaving only my wife and kids in the main house.

I heard cartoons playing in the children’s lounge.

A smile laced my lips.

The kids probably snuck down to watch TV after being put to bed.

I loved being a family man.

“Daddy, daddy, daddy,” my daughter Victoria screamed as she ran up to offer me a hug, leaving her twin brother behind.

He was already asleep.

I lifted her and twirled her, making her giggle.

“Why are you still up, baby?” I asked, but she had resumed watching her cartoon and didn’t pay me any mind.

“Mummy said we could watch TV if we don’t disturb her,” she replied eventually.

It was the weekend; Viv and I had agreed they could stay up past bedtime on some weekends.

“Where’s your mummy, baby?” I asked again

“She’s upstairs with her friend,” she replied, holding her teddy close and visibly fighting sleep.

“Come on, baby, let's go to bed”

Victoria didn’t even argue, a clear indication she was ready to sleep.

I carried both kids upstairs, kissed them, and tucked them into bed.

I didn’t need to read them a bedtime story; Asher was already asleep, and Victoria fell asleep as soon as her head touched her pillows.

“Goodnight, Daddy,” Asher called as I turned off the light.

The move probably woke him up.

“Goodnight, baby,” I responded, but his light snores filled the room.

Now, the moment I couldn’t wait for.

My wife.

Vivienne.

The walk down the hallway to the master suite felt like an eternity.

I needed to hold my wife, kiss her, and make sweet love.

I could already imagine her succulent breasts, taste her lips.

Feel the heat of her body on mine.

Ughh.

This house was too big.

I opened the bedroom door quietly, hoping not to wake her if she was already asleep, but praying for some reason she was awake.

I could hear soft moans from the door, and I couldn’t be happier.

She was already in the mood.

Images of her touching herself, playing with her pink pussy filled my mind.

In front of me, my wife knelt, her back arched and her succulent breast facing the door.

Her eyes were shut, and she held her lower lip between her teeth, stifling the moans

And of course, an able-bodied black man was holding my wife by her arms, fucking the life out of her.

Fucking the life out of my wife.