I'd just pulled away from the kerb outside of Fiona's work when my phone rang and the screen displayed Paul Grewcocks name so I pulled in and answered.
"Hello Paul, what's up mate?" I asked him.
"Just to let you know that I managed to spread the word around a few of the dads I know well enough at the school that wouldn't run a mile or grass straight to their wives," he said as my day just got a whole lot more interesting, "I heard back from the last guy last night and only two are game for some action," he said.
One thing I couldn't do was have her failing to satisfy clients at work as they were bringing home unbelievable amounts' of cash so I set a few ground rules with Paul.
"Find somewhere to meet , if you arrange it with Nigel to use the school and he's sticking around I'll chat with him about what role he plays as he's got his own arrangement with him and a couple of teachers. After the first meet which can be a sort of meet and greet with a difference, we'll arrange another date once a month where I'll bring her along, maybe sometime in the middle of each month would be better," I said as he agreed with me on the other end, "At every meet you all get to fuck her, all holes are available for fucking but she's not to be marked or hurt in anyway, is that all understood?" I said to him.
"Crystal clear, I'll get back to you later with a venue for the first meet later today," he said.
"Just one more thing Paul, we need a story so that she feels that she needs to go to the said location and it doesn't just feel as though I'm taking her there, I like to make her feel as though she sometimes led herself in to these situations," I said to him.
"Any ideas?" he asked dumbly, of course I had ideas. The way in which my perverted mind worked when it came to getting cock up my mother in law held no bounds.
"Do you have a female friend that would ring her up if I give you her mobile number and pretend to be your wife and tell her that she wants to meet Fiona at said location as she knows about her fucking you in the pub car park?" I said to him.
"Yeah I know somebody, what's her number?" he asked so I gave him the number and he said we'd speak later.
Luckily for Fiona she had a very easy day at work, Francis had fucked her early in the morning and then she'd sucked of Derek Suttor just after lunch, Paul had rung me back just after two o clock and he told me that one of the blokes played for our local village cricket team and had keys to the clubhouse. We agreed I'd bring Fiona there at seven after Pauls mate had rang her at six claiming to be his scorned wife. Just before he hung up I told him I wanted a list of the men's names and where they were from.
He sent me a text with the two names on, I didn't need his as I knew who he was and that he lived in the same village as Fiona.
Adam Beaumont, lives two doors from Fiona. John Vann, lives next village but works in our village local as a barmen.
Now although I knew that making her do the things in a pub nearby to our house had possibilities of her being seen, I never imagined that it would lead to setting up these meetings with people from our actual village and people that lived almost next door. These people would know me, Fiona and Alan so this step was the riskiest step of all because her whole new life could be exposed. But on the other hand this is the level of humiliation I wanted for Fiona, I wanted her to be used by people who knew her as high flying Fiona but then got to see her acting like a cheap street whore. Her reputation would be ruined and I wanted her to feel totally embarrassed as the control I had over her grew.
I was sat with Fiona in the front room when her mobile rang and she answered it and she instantly took it away from her ear and I could hear the woman's voice berating her down the phone and only when she stopped shouting did Fiona put the phone to her ear and then I could only hear one side of the conversation.
"No...no you must be mistaken," Fiona said and then didn't say anything as she looked over at me clearly worried and shocked as the woman ranted on.
"Honestly I have no idea........meet you, where? Why? Oh god ok, ok but I have no idea what you are talking about," she pleaded as the phone went dead and she took it from her ear.
"Who was that?" I asked knowing full well who it was.
"A woman who says I was seen fucking her husband Paul at the bloody pub you took me too," she spat showing a slight bit of defiance.
"Don't you blame me you fucking slag, you deserved cock up you after teasing them all night you stupid whore," I shouted at her and her confidence seemed to disappear as quick as it arrived, "What did she want any way you whore?" I asked.
"She wants me to meet her at the cricket pavilion at seven tonight, can you come with me?" she asked.
"Of course," I said with a little smirk on my face.
We left the house at ten to seven as the pavilion was only a short walk away for us, Fiona was still in her work clothes with a bigger coat over the top as it was quite cold now at nights. We entered the bottom of the cricket ground just as dark was falling and lights from the pavilion could be seen easily. We walked right up to the pavilion but couldn't see anybody around and Fiona asked if we should look inside.
"Yeah why not go ahead," I said smiling to myself as she pushed the door open and the sound of male voices laughing and joking could be heard coming from inside but as soon as the door slammed shut behind us it went deafly quiet.
