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.
"Come and get my cock out whore and give me a birthday blowjob," I said sitting back on the arm of the sofa.
Again she offered little to no protest other than a weak, whispered no that had no meaning or threat to it. How I'd positioned myself meant that she had to walk round me and turn her back to the way Alan would enter the house, and she awkwardly began to fumble with my jean buttons as the drink had blatantly impaired her vision and hand, eye co-ordination. Eventually though she worked my jeans loose and lowered them along with my boxers until they were both round my ankles.
"Take my shoes off and remove my jeans and boxers properly you whore," I told her and she did without question. I got the feeling Fiona had either forgotten Alan was coming back or she had accepted what was going to happen far easier than I ever imagined.
Once my jeans and boxers were off I threw them up towards the door where her blouse and skirt already lay in Alan's path to pre warn the dumb piss head of his wife's adultery. Without asking she lifted my flaccid cock and lowered her wet familiar mouth to it and engulfed it in the warmth and comfort of her soft lipstick coated lips; my cock instantly began to swell in her mouth and her head began to bob up and down my growing thick shaft like it had done hundreds of times before over the last three years.
I enjoyed her mouth on my cock just as much as I had the first time back in my room the day her curiosity had got the better of her, and her need, desire, craving for cock after years of neglect led her to my bedside and eventually her married mouth round my dick. She was eagerly slurping on my shaft treating me like it was actually my birthday and not her own and she didn't even flinch when the gate latch went and then slam shut as Alan headed down the path towards the door.
"Pull your knickers aside and rub your cunt," I instructed her and like a good whore her left hand left my hip and went between her legs and after a moment she'd opened her legs wider and her fingers were pumping in her hole and rubbing her clit furiously.
The door went and her head sprung up and a horrified look was etched across her face, but even in her predicament she didn't move; either driven by her love of being my whore or so inhibited from alcohol I mouthed to her, "Suck my cock whore," and she dutifully obliged sealing her fate as well as Alan's.
The kitchen door slammed behind him and I heard him bump off the door frame as he tried to stagger his way through the house to bed, the clothes on the floor registered briefly but he kicked them aside and headed towards me his head still down for the moment and my own stomach knotted at the thought of how this was to pan out.
He looked up and his glazed eyes met mine and he wobbled and reached for the frame of the adjoining archway as he tried to focus. Fiona, his wife, my now ex-girlfriends mum slurped nosily on my dick with her hand working overtime between her legs on her cunt, my cunt not Alan's.
His face changed and screwed up and he tried to say something which came out as a grunt and slur as he staggered forward towards me swinging his arm in a haymaker motion with a very limp and weak looking fist. As he neared me I didn't even need to move or allow Fiona off my cock and in the same motion I held her head with my left hand and slammed my open palm in to Alan's face sending him sprawling backwards over the arm of the chair in the corner.
