I used to write a few cuckolding stories on cwcobblestone's yahoo site a number of years ago. This is the only one I can still find so thought I would post it here. It is a number of years old.

Hope you enjoy.

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Peter felt lonely. It was pure unaltered loneliness. His girlfriend, Alice, was out again. She seemed to be out almost every night with her girlfriends. He had no idea where they went, he wasn’t allowed to question her or he would earn a slap. A nice, hard slap to his terrified face. So here he was, doing the ironing at one in the morning, thinking of all the places his beautiful girlfriend could be. Probably at a club, they often go clubbing. He hoped that they weren’t though, if they went clubbing there would be a good chance that Alice would be approached by men, Peter trusted her, but it was always a possibility. His mind filled with sickening images of the love of his life in another man’s arms. His muscular, manly hands roaming all over her petite body. Maybe lying for a moment on her tits before gliding down her side and resting on her tight little ass. Why did he do this to himself? The pain he felt whenever his mind started to think about all the possibilities, it was unbearable. He desperately tried to concentrate on ironing Alice’s clothes, but it was hard, really bloody hard.

It was unusual why Peter had so much faith in his dear Alice. They hadn’t slept together for four months now, Peter found it difficult, Alice seemed to cope perfectly fine. Did Peter suspect she was getting sex on the side? Of course not, his Alice would never do that to him, she was an angel. She was thoughtful, she was kind, she wouldn’t hurt Peter or at least that what he thought. He couldn’t explain why she had become more demanding in the last couple of months, but he just tried not to think about it. They both earned the same amount of money, working in offices for different companies. It started off with little things,

“Peter, would you mind cooking tonight, I’m just too tired.” That quickly turned into every single night, even if she had had plenty of rest while Peter had been up half the night carrying out an errand. After a while it was just assumed he would be the one cooking. Then she would say things like, “Peter, I really need my car washed I want to look flash when I go out with my friends….No Peter, don’t waste money taking it to a car wash you’re perfectly capable of doing it yourself.” And that was that, there was no arguing with Alice, she had a foul temper and she could hit Peter with some aggression. The time when he was unable to book two tickets for a concert that Alice wanted to go to, he had suffered quite a hiding. He had a few bruises but he just told his friends and family that he had got mugged. Much less humiliating than saying your girlfriend had beaten you up.

Peter stared at Alice’s clothes as he ironed them, his heart filled with sorrow. Alice rarely showed him affection any more, basically nothing. If she was in she would usually only speak to him if she wanted something done and then would come that sharp toned yell of “Peter, come here.” It was a yell that Peter had learned to fear but at least it meant that he was wanted by Alice for some reason. A solitary, lonely tear dribbled pathetically down Peter’s fat cheek came to his chin and dropped itself off as if it was committing suicide. Peter envied the tear, it looked lonely and it looked pathetic, but he would always feel more lonely and more pathetic. All he wanted was Alice. All he wanted in the whole Bloody world was Alice Deversham. He loved her with all his heart, with all his miserable heart.

He finished ironing her clothes and crept around the house to see if anything else needed to be done. He always was very quiet as he went round the house, he had trained himself due to the fear of disturbing Alice when she was watching TV or chatting on the phone. Even when she wasn’t here, he was so used to tip-toeing around. He decided to give the bathroom a quick clean, that was always a source of concern for Alice, she hated it if the taps weren’t sparkling or if the toilet wasn’t completely clean. He spent twenty minutes scrubbing the shower, the sink and the toilet. He then spent another ten minutes on his hands and knees scrubbing the floor. He then remembered what Alice always said about the bathroom floor,

“Well Peter my dear, when you’re done cleaning the bathroom floor you should always lick it. That’s how clean I want it, it should be lickable.” She always said this with a self-satisfied smirk knowing that she wouldn’t even have to check on Peter, he was the kind of idiot who would be licking the floor even when she wasn’t there. Peter dragged his tongue along the tiles, savoured the taste for a moment and then decided it was clean enough for Alice. He was desperately looking for other things to do, partly to please Alice and partly to keep his mind of what Alice might be doing. He wasn’t usually the jealous type he just wished Alice would include him more in what she was doing.

Alice was 24, she had short, curly brown hair which gave her a cute mousy appearance. Her face was a sight to behold, Peter was able to stare at it for ages, everyone knew that Alice Deversham had a stunning face. She was slightly short but with a wonderful body. Peter on the other hand had always eaten a bit too much and was slightly on the tubby side, Alice was constantly reminding him of this much to his dismay. Peter was also 24, the couple had met at school and had been going out for six years. Over that period, Peter had become more and more besotted with his girlfriend, while Alice had become more and more bored with Peter. Alice had changed a lot since school, she had been shy and quiet. Now she was a tigress, willing to talk to anyone, willing to be mean to anyone. She had turned into quite a sexy young lady. Alice had been from a very posh background, her parents were lawyers who earned a lot of money and she had always got what she wanted. Peter on the other hand was from a less well-off background and had had to work since he was fifteen.

Peter sat his fat ass on the floor and decided to polish Alice’s shoe collection, which was fairly extensive. Alice absolutely loved shoes, and she had approximately thirty pairs. Peter knew that she would be thrilled with him if he cleaned them. He smiled to himself, he loved making her happy. And as an added benefit, he found that he was not worried about what Alice might be doing. His work took his mind of Alice’s night out. He was happy.

Alice was sitting in a bar, nuzzled up to Charles. They were both a little drunk and had just finished a marathon snogging session. Alice grinned up at Charles, as he stretched his legs out, he looked very pleased with himself. He had only been seeing Alice for about a month but he thought that she was a mighty fine girl. She was hot, funny, and great in bed. She was clearly quite horny tonight, she kept letting her fingers drift to his crotch where she would tickle the head of his throbbing crotch. After a while she couldn’t handle it any longer.

“Charles, please fuck me.” Alice asked in a little girl’s voice as if she was asking whether she could have an ice-cream. Charles grinned widely at her.

“Of course, babe, let’s just let the others know that we’re going.” They were with two other couples, Lizzie and Harry and Jessica and Freddy. Alice was overjoyed and she virtually skipped over to Lizzie at the bar.

“Hey Lizzie, me and Charles are going to go back to his.” She beamed

“Oh really? Going to have a little fun with his dick are you?” Lizzie chuckled.

“You’re damn right I am, I need that thing inside me.” Alice replied clearly desperate for sex.

“Well be safe, you little slut.” They both laughed, “Oh what should I say if Peter phones and asks where you are?” Alice had totally forgotten about her boyfriend, she didn’t seem to really care.

“Tell him whatever you like babe, tell him I’m with a guy if you like.”

“He’ll be devastated.” Lizzie observed.

“Oh boo-hoo.” Alice joked and the two girls burst out laughing again. Charles confidently strode over to the girls.

“Well you two have fun then.” Lizzie said.

“Oh we will, won't we lover?” Alice asked Charles with a sparkle in her eyes.

“You bet, I’m going to drill my cock so deep into you, you’ll forget your own name.” Alice melted into his arms with a smile plastered on her face which seemed to occupy her whole body. As they made their way out of the bar and back to Charles’s place, Lizzie chuckled to herself, she was going to be getting her own man-meat later, when Harry took her home.

Peter couldn’t understand what was taking Alice so long, it was half past two and she still wasn’t back, usually she would have phoned by now. Peter had now, ironed her clothes, cleaned the bathroom, cleaned her shoes, vacuumed the whole house, watered Alice’s plants, tidied their room. But he now was unable to think about anything except the idea of Alice having sex with another guy, it made him feel sick. He could practically see her jumping up and down on some asshole’s cock, screaming with delight. He couldn’t cope. He tried watching TV, watching porn, playing games but he still felt consumed by misery. As if nothing else mattered apart from him knowing where Alice was. His face was full of tried tears and his eyes were bloodshot. He paced around the house with self-loathing there was no chance of him getting to sleep until Alice was home. He pined for her, he craved her. She was like a drug that he needed, but she was his drug, nobody else’s. His drug. His girl. His Alice.

The clock indicated that it was now 4.00AM and Peter could no longer take the pain he was going to have to phone Lizzie. He didn’t like Lizzie, she was always very patronising with him and never seemed to have any respect for him. There had been a few times when Alice had made him carry out some errands for Lizzie and she always treated him like a simple slave. He dialled the number and waited, fear was coursing through his blood.

“Hello” Lizzie said, clearly irritated at being woken up.

“H-H-Hi Li-Lizzie.” Peter stuttered.

“Oh What the fuck do you want Peter.” His heart rate immediately doubled as he heard her aggressive tone of voice.

“I’m really sorry to bother you Li-Lizzie, but Alice isn’t home yet and I was kind of wondering if you knew where she was? I’m just getting a little bit worried”

“Oh don’t worry; she just went home with some guy. She’ll be safe with him. She’ll probably be back in the morning.” Peter’s world collapsed, his blood went cold, he felt sick. “Bye bye, petey boy, have a lovely night.” Lizzie mocked him. Peter collapsed to the floor unconscious.

Peter came round a few hours later, he had a very unusual type of high blood pressure whereby he often felt dizzy when he was stressed. Under extreme stress he could even faint. He woke up to the sound of the door opening and Alice coming through, she was whistling some pop song. She stopped dead in her tracks as she took in the sight of Peter lying on the floor.

“What the hell happened here?” She yelled at him.

“Nothing, Alice.” Peter was too upset to say many words and he couldn’t maintain his happy tone that he usually used around Alice.

“Well why is your fat arse asleep in the hall then?” Alice yelled.

“I’m sorry, Alice.” Peter said.

“Did you have one of your spaz attacks again?” She referred to his condition angrily.

“I guess so Alice.”

“Bloody hell!” She exclaimed, “Well just don’t complain to me if you feel tired later, it’s your own fault.”

“Yes Alice.” He paused for a moment and then tentatively asked, “did you have a nice evening?” Alice’s eyes focussed on his like a pair of machine guns, her eyes narrowed her lip curled, she put one hand on her gorgeous hip and said,

“It was absolutely wonderful, Peter, just an amazing night.” She wandered off to the bathroom as tears filled his eyes. He had to pull himself together he thought, Alice would get angry if he had a breakdown. He paced around the hall wondering what to do, should he confront her, should he let her get away with it? Maybe it was just a one off, maybe she regretted it? Maybe she had been really drunk and someone had taken advantage of her? He had been so quick to blame Alice, he thought, maybe it wasn’t even her fault. He brightened up a tad as Alice came out and said, “Get me some water Peter, with ice in it, Yeah?” She didn’t even wait for a response she was already in the lounge watching TV. Peter hopped to it, like a well-trained little errand boy. He knew which glass she drank her water out of, it was a different glass for water than it was for orange juice or coke, and he would get a black eye if he forgot. “God she was wonderful”, he thought to himself, “So cute, how could he have doubted her?” He popped three ice cubes in and ran to where she was lying down on the sofa.

“Here you go Alice.” She didn’t acknowledge him at all and he wondered if he should ask her about last night just to quell those niggling doubts. Lizzie had probably just been joking anyway, he considered, she probably didn’t go home with a guy at all.

“Can I help you?” Alice asked in an agitated voice as Peter was standing there absent-minded. “Haven’t you got some chores to do or something?”

“Actually Alice, I got them all done last night.” He said.

“Oh…” She sounded surprised.

“I even cleaned and polished all your shoes.” He tried to gain her approval and he looked very excited about telling her the good news, Alice didn’t even seem to be that interested, she was just focused on the TV.

“Good.”

Peter was hurt by this, he really thought that she would be impressed by his extra work, it wasn’t like she had told him to clean her shoes.

“Is there anything else I can do for you Darling?” He asked. She cringed obviously at his use of the word “darling” and she replied,

“No, I’m okay.”

“Would it be okay if I stayed with you and we talked?” He asked tentatively, clearly very nervous. Alice looked at him like he had just gone insane.

“No fat boy, just get lost.” He wasn’t going to argue, so he scurried off like a scared little rat, his flab rippling and his heart sinking. He went to his computer and looked at porn to console himself, he started jerking his little penis.

“PETER, come here now!” Alice ordered, Peter shoved his willy back into his pants and he jumped down the stairs.

“Yes Alice.” He said, worried that he might have done something wrong.

“Get me more water.” She ordered without even looking at him. He hurried to carry out her wishes and when she came back she seemed a bit more talkative but Peter wasn’t sure if this was a good thing or not. “You know, I’m absolutely exhausted, barely got any sleep last night.” Alice grinned at him seemingly taking pleasure in his concerns.

“Where were you Alice?” Peter asked, feeling that he had to get to the bottom of things, his fears once again becoming paramount in his sacred mind.

“Oh we spent the night at…that bar on City Road.” She said uncertainly.

“What Finnegans?” Peter asked.

“Yeah, that’s the one, I forgot its name.”

“But…I thought Finnegans closed at eleven.”

“Oh yeah…But then we went back to…Lizzie’s.” Alice was making it perfectly obvious that she was making this all up on the spot. Peter was feeling sick again, he couldn’t believe she wasn’t even interested enough to lie convincingly.

“Okay.” He said sadly, he paused before saying, “I did kind of phone Lizzie and she said you weren’t there with her.”

“Oh, well I guess I must have been somewhere else then.” She laughed, “God I’m so forgetful these days.” She was clearly loving this as she turned her head back to watch the morning television. “Anything else you would like to know, you nosey little bitch?” Alice asked, almost challenging Peter to confront her. But Peter evidently didn’t have the balls.

“No Alice.”

“Well get out of my sight then, I’m sick of looking at your flab.” Peter ran off to the bathroom crying, she had cheated on him he was sure of it. He couldn’t believe it, how could she have done that to him? He started to feel dizzy, he collapsed hitting his head on the toilet seat.

Alice heard the crash, knew what had happened and giggled to herself.

The next few days kind of returned to normal. Alice went out every night without telling Peter where she was going, and Peter kept doing all the chores. He got slapped around once for not cleaning her car well enough and another time for overcooking her dinner. At the moment, Peter was outside doing the gardening while Alice was on the phone to Lizzie,

“I cannot believe you told him that I had stayed the night at a guy’s place.” Alice laughed into the phone.

“You don’t mind do you?” Lizzie sounded worried.

“Oh no babe, not at all, it’s fantastic, he is too scared to even confront me.” More laughter from the two girls.

“He was so nervous on the phone, I was a bit pissed with him for waking me so I didn’t really feel like sugaring the pill. I just told him not to worry and that you’d be safe because you were at a guy’s place.” Alice erupted into shrieks of laughter.

“Oh Lizzie that’s too wonderful, you’re amazing.”

“Well thank you. It was pretty funny.” Lizzie grinned.

“I’ll bet it was.”

“So how are things going with loverboy?” Lizzie asked

“Oh they’re incredible, he is such a stallion, I often cum like five times in one session, it’s unbelievable.” Alice’s eyes glazed over remembering those lovely occasions.

“I just don’t know how you used to put up with that wimp.”

“I know, I never orgasmed with Peter, he was so pathetic it was unbelievable, thank you so much for introducing me to Charles.” Alice said.

“Oh it’s my pleasure sweetie, it’s lovely to see you so happy.” Lizzie clearly cared a lot about her friend.

“I’m starting to have serious feelings for him as well, it’s more than just sex.”

“Oh really?” Lizzie asked.

“Yeah, I love being around him, I love going out with him, he’s just so funny and fun to be around.”

“I think someone is falling for Charles.” Lizzie teased, “First comes love then comes marriage then comes a baby in a baby carriage.” They both roared with laughter, “So where does this leave Peter?”

“Oh that wimp, I’ll string him along for a while, he is good at his chores, he is useful to have around the house, he’s very obedient.”

“Like your own little maid.” Lizzie laughed.

“Exactly.” Alice said, “I’m still shocked that he is too scared to confront me over where I’m going at night, I come up with the most ridiculous excuses and he totally buys them.”

“It’s incredible it really is, I don’t understand that guy.” Lizzie said with genuine puzzlement in her voice.

“The strange thing is that I find that I really like abusing him.”

“Alice you’re awful.” Lizzie teased.

“No seriously, I love making him miserable. It’s just such fun, and so easy to kick him around and stuff.”

“Well I’m sure you’re doing a great job.”

“You should get involved babe, I’m sure you’d love it too.”

“I’m sure I would…but right now I’ve gotta go, I’m seeing my sister today.”

“Have fun.”

“Bye.”

“Bye.