I'm going to jump forward a couple of years now to a time that was approaching Fiona's fortieth birthday, over the last eighteen months to two years we'd settled in to a fairly settled routine. Fiona was completely under my control sexually but I'd not imposed any more situations on her as she was getting plenty of cock.
She was still employed as the deal facilitator and she was doing an exceptional job as her bank balance was fit to burst as well as my own that was easily big enough for me not to work at all anymore. We carried on meeting Nigel Mann, the headmaster and two other teachers once a month as well as Paul Grewcock, Adam Beaumont and John Vann the three parents who regularly enjoyed her on a monthly basis.
I'd had to turn down many offers from many men who wanted to fuck her but I resisted as in her first year as my whore she'd gone from no sex at all to having over forty different cocks in all of her holes, she was looking tired so I limited her cock intake for my and her benefit.
It was a month before her birthday that I received a call from my girlfriend, Fiona's eldest daughter who informed me that she'd been given a permanent position abroad and had met someone else so wouldn't be home. Now this didn't bother me at all, I'd seen her twice in three years and Fiona was fulfilling me more than enough, so I told her fine, enjoying her career and good bye.
What I didn't realise or should I say what I hadn't really thought about until I heard Alan ranting at Fiona one Friday night a couple of days after her eldest had told her the same news as me, was that us not being boyfriend/girlfriend anymore was about to pose me living arrangement problems. I heard Alan tell Fiona in his pissed up slurred way that I should fuck off out the house and Fiona was to tell me to go. I knew he wouldn't as he was a big bully when pissed but a pussy when sober and definitely wouldn't want the job of doing it.
It was a couple of days later after Alan had gone out on the piss and Alice who was now seventeen had disappeared with her first boyfriend Rick, that I screwed Fiona for the afternoon and once I'd come in her she bought up what Alan had said.
"Owner, Alan says you have to leave now your split up," she said from beside me.
I'd been thinking long and hard about what I was going to do since I'd heard Alan, I wasn't about to leave voluntarily and give up my whore, secondly I could make Fiona leave her daughter Alice behind even though she followed every instruction sexually asking her to abandon her daughter wasn't an option. I'd already decided that I'd be staying around and it'd be Alan leaving, I somehow had to make that happen and I intended to make her fortieth birthday the day.
"At least let me stay until after your birthday whore maybe we can work something out?" I said.
Fiona had told Alan that I was to leave after her birthday but he never spoke to me about it, I planned big bash for her birthday with Alice down at the local club and all her family and friends attended, even Adam Beaumont got invited by Alice and just because I could I had Fiona give him a handjob in a small room upstairs at the club whilst the party was in full swing.
Once the party had finished around one in the morning and the guests had gone it left me, Fiona and Alan. As we left Alan told us somehow through very slurred speech that he was going in the late bar round the corner as he obviously hadn't had quite enough even though he could barely walk already. I headed home with a very unsteady Fiona on my arm and spent the fifteen minute walk openly feeling her tits and cunt all the way home.
Fiona the worst for wear staggered towards the door that led upstairs but I pulled her back by the arm, "I don't think so whore it's time for a birthday fuck."
"Hic, hic, we can't Ali, he could come back," she slurred and wobbled a little on her high heels.
"Good I want him to come back Fiona because after tonight he'll know you're my whore," I said pulling her right up to me so that I could reach behind her and pull her close with both my hands on her arse.
"Noo, Ali, we can't, please," she whimpered but didn't struggle against my grip or resist when my hands slid her skirt up in to a bunch round her waist.
"There is no way I'm leaving this house whore, I always told you that one day he would know his wife was a whore, my whore, and tonight is that night you slut," I said moving her away from slightly enough to begin unbuttoning her tight blouse that hugged her bra covered boobs.
Again she didn't resist although she did offer up a weak protest along the lines that we couldn't do it, the alcohol had slowed her thought process and she seemed to be struggling to properly understand what she would be doing tonight, because even though she was well trained I knew that sober she would of resisted what I was saying a lot more.
Getting her drunk was definitely the best idea as it made this bit a tad easier than I thought and later on I would handle Alan.
I unbuttoned her blouse completely and threw it on the floor in the direction of the kitchen and Alan's route in to the house, maybe his wife's clothes scattered on the floor would alert him to some sinister situation, but I knew he'd be to fucked to even realise. I left her bra on and then proceeded to remove her skirt properly so that she was stood before me in her high heels and stockings, black lace French knickers and matching bra that I'd bought her for her birthday and this special occasion.
