Peter had been becoming more and more depressed by the situation, he could sense that his girlfriend was slipping away from him. He had decided years ago that Alice was the girl that he was desperate to spend the rest of his life with. Without any hesitation he wanted to make her his wife, he wanted her to become Alice Lorry. He was sure that she was currently cheating on him, but rather than confront her or get angry with her he decided that the best way to get her back was by proposing. That’s probably why she was cheating on him, because she was frustrated that he hadn’t yet asked her to marry him. When he told his friends what his plans were they were not quite so positive.

"You’re crazy mate.” Andy told him, “Absolutely crackers, if you marry her you will regret it.”

“I love her with all my heart, and I’d do anything for her.” Peter said in a soppy voice and with soppy eyes.

“Does she love you though?” Derek asked.

“In her own way she does.” Peter replied.

“Oh don’t be stupid Peter, she’s fucking another guy.” Derek said.

“Shhh…” Peter looked round embarrassed, hating the idea that anyone else would know what his situation was.

“Well she is isn’t she?” Derek asked.

“I don’t know.”

The two men rolled their eyes at Peter’s pitiful mannerisms.

“What was it she did the other day?” Andy asked.

“When?” Replied Peter.

“When I phoned up, and she said she had locked you in the cupboard.” Andy said, “I mean you’ve got to stand up for yourself man.”

“Yeah but that was because I hadn’t got a stain out from her underwear.” Peter tried to make himself seem less pathetic.

“Yeah a cum-stain.” Derek interjected.

“It might have been something else.” Peter said sadly.

“Oh yeah like what?” Derek asked.

“She could have spilled some cream or something.” The two men laughed at Peter’s ridiculous explanation.

“Face it Pete, she fucked another guy and then locked you in the cupboard for a whole day because you hadn’t got the cum-stains off her knickers.” Derek put it bluntly much to Peter’s dismay.

“I don’t care what you guys think, I love her and she loves me and I’m going to marry her and we’re going to be very happy together.” He got up from his chair, both Andy and Derek put their fingers up to their head and made the universal cuckold sign.

“You’re a cuckold Peter, you’re a cuckold.” Andy said making Derek laugh. Peter stormed out in outrage he was gutted, he turned to his two only friends for support and they just laughed at him. He had already made up his mind, he went to the jeweller’s and spent £7000 on a wedding ring for Alice, he was sure this was a good idea, he was sure of it.

“OH CHARLES” Alice wailed with ecstasy. “FUCK ME, OH GOD CHARLES. Charles had Alice on his bed, her legs spread wide and resting on his shoulders. His cock was shoving itself in and out of her like a machine. Her pussy looked a mess, Charles had ruined it with his giant cock. Alice’s hair was a mess, her face was screwed up in a look of intense enjoyment. They’d been going for forty five minutes already, Alice had cum six times already and Charles was still able to stave off an orgasm.

"That’s it baby!” Charles said, “Take my cock.”

“Oh I love your cock, I love your cock so much. I’D DO ANYTHING FOR YOUR FUCKING COCK!” She screamed as she came again. Charles was loving the feeling of penetrating someone’s girlfriend, he even knew Peter fairly well. Peter might have even said that they were friends, he would have renounced that if he could have seen what was happening to Alice. His cock was being rammed more and more furiously into Alice’s dripping cunt, she was squealing with utter delight, “YES YES! FUCKING HELL YES!” And finally Charles grunted as he came inside her.

It took a while for the two of them to settle down but eventually they were calm again, Charles held Alice in his muscular arms, she felt so safe and content. She looked up at him with adoration obvious in her bright blue eyes,

“I love you Charles.” It was the first time either of them had said this, but it just felt right, it felt like they had got to that stage.

“I love you too Alice.” They both grinned widely as Charles pulled Alice closer into his warm embrace.

“I think it’s time that wimpy Peter met the man who is cuckolding him.” She said in a very matter of fact way.

“Well this is going to be fun.” Charles said, they both chuckled.

“Remember babe, what’s mine is yours, you can use him as much as you like.” Alice said.

“This really is going to be fun.”

Peter was running round the supermarket trying to find food that would appeal to Lizzie. She would be arriving at the house in about twenty minutes and it was only ten minutes ago that Alice had bothered to tell him that she was coming round for lunch. Lizzie is a vegetarian and by god if there was no vegetarian food in the house then Peter would get quite a fierce beating. Then again if he wasn’t at the house to start cooking when Lizzie arrived, he would also get a severe beating. You might think that sometimes life doesn’t seem fair to poor Peter, surprisingly he would probably agree.

He rushed to the vegetable section, he had decided to make a pasta dish with tomato and basil. He was scared as to how this afternoon was going to pan out, Lizzie was never nice to him. She was beautiful, she had long blonde hair, a very freckly face, large breasts and she had a very confident look about her. But she was always rude to Peter, which clearly he found difficult, he always found himself tongue-tied around her because she was so impatient. He bought all the ingredients from the supermarket and bought a special Lemon tart because he knew it was Alice’s favourite. He got in his car and drove home. He arrived, opened the door, put the stuff in the fridge and as he was panting he heard the doorbell go. “God that was lucky” he thought.

“PETER, GET THE DOOR!” His darling Alice yelled from upstairs. Peter composed himself tried to stop himself being too nervous and walked to the door. He took a deep breath and opened it. Lizzie stood there looking as stunning as ever,

“Hi Li-Lizzie how are you today?”

“I’m good fat-ass.” She said abruptly as she breezed past him, she acted like he was a lowly servant even though he owned half of the house.

“Can I get you anything?” He asked submissively.

“A peach ice tea… NOW!” She yelled as he was taking too long, he quickened his pace and she grinned.

Alice came down the stairs and hugged her friend,

“Hey baby cakes how are you doing?” Alice asked.

“Oh I’m wonderful, really wonderful. Harry told me this morning that he booked us a surprise trip to Paris.” The two girls screamed in that way that high school girls scream.

“That’s amazing, how romantic?” Alice said.

“I know, Harry’s so lovely, we’re flying out tomorrow for four days. It will be wonderful.” Lizzie was clearly very excited about the prospect.

“So will you be seeing the sights that Paris has to offer?” Alice asked.

“No, I’ll be seeing more of Harry’s massive dick.” Lizzie laughed.

“Good for you babe.” Alice was also laughing, “I mean you never get to have sex with Harry do you?” Alice said sarcastically. At this point Peter returned with Lizzie’s drink, and was promptly told to “fuck off” by the two girls.

“Yeah Alice, but I want to fuck Harry in Paris.” Lizzie had a dreamy grin on her face, “Fuck him while drinking champagne, it’s going to be awesome.

They made their way to the dining table, Peter had already started cooking.

"And what about your lover?” Lizzie asked, “How’re things with Charles going?” Peter’s ears pricked up, he could only catch a few words but he definitely heard Lizzie ask about a “Lover” and someone called, “Charles.” He moved slightly closer to the door.

“Oh Charles is wonderful, the sex is incredible.” Alice replied, Peter heard the whole sentence now and immediately burst into tears, there was no denying it now, she was having an affair.

“Hmmmm.” Lizzie clearly liked talking about sex.

“His cock is just so huge and he can go for ages.” Alice grinned widely, “I’ve never liked giving blowjobs before, but with Charles I love having his enormous throbbing dick in my mouth, it’s like a bloody animal I’m telling you. Plus the amount of cum he produces his just unnatural, and I swallow it all down.” They both laughed their heads off, without any sensitivity for Peter’s feelings.

“You slag!” Lizzie joked.

“You’re one to talk, you let Harry do you up the ass.” Lizzie went red but then smiled widely again.

“Oh babe, I’m telling you, you need to try it, it is amazing.”

“Maybe I will.” Alice beamed, her breasts were heaving just thinking about Charles’s cock.

“So anyway what’s happening with food?” Lizzie asked.

“PETER!” Alice yelled. Peter tried to quickly dry his eyes and he burst through the door.

“Yes Alice?” He asked.

“When’s lunch going to be ready?”

“About twenty minutes Alice.” He said timidly, he could see both girls staring intently at him. Alice had noticed the redness surrounding his eyes.

“Have you been crying Peter?” She asked coldly.

“Oh…Um…A little bit.” He said rubbing his eyes to try and make the redness go away.

“What about Peter?” Alice asked without showing any hint of compassion. It was more like the curiosity you show when watching a freak show rather than when you’re trying to help someone.

“Nothing really.” Peter said.

“Go on Peter, you can tell us.” Lizzie giggled.

“Well…It’s just that…I was wondering…”

“Well spit it out boy!” Alice said impatiently.

“I just…Who is Charles?” He asked, scared at what the response would be. The two girls looked at each other grinning but also looking fairly surprised.

“Well, well, well, I thought you would never ask Peter.” Alice mocked him, “how do you know about Charles?”

“I heard you two talking about him in here.” If Peter was angry he was really not making it very obvious, he came across as timid and nervous as ever.

“So you were eavesdropping?” Alice accused him angrily.

“No…No…I’m sorry, you were just talking quite loudly.” Lizzie was in hysterics, she couldn’t believe that Peter was being made to apologise after finding out that his girlfriend is cheating on him.

“I don’t know if sorry is enough, I might need to beat you with the cane after lunch.” Alice looked menacing.

“Oh please do.” Lizzie begged, “I’ve never seen a man be caned, I’d really love to, oh please cane him.” They both laughed as Peter looked on knowing that he had absolutely no say in the matter, these two vixens would decide his sorry fate.

“Okay, Peter you’re going to get twenty strokes of the cane after lunch.”

“Yes Alice…” He didn’t even argue. “But…Ca…” He stammered pathetically as the girls looked at him angrily.

“WHAT NOW?” Alice yelled.

“Sorry Alice but I really would like to know who Charles is.”

“Well not that it’s any of your business, but he’s the guy who is fucking me.”

“Oh” Peter replied sadly.

“Is that all you can say?” Alice asked curiously.

“Err…” Peter had no idea what she expected him to say, she had just confirmed his worst nightmares.

“Are you not happy for me that I found a guy who can give me the best sex that I have ever experienced?” Alice grinned.

“Yes Miss, I’m very happy for you.” He didn’t sound at all happy and Lizzie cruelly observed this,

“I would have thought that if you were truly happy for Alice you would be smiling wouldn’t you?” Lizzie asked Peter with a cruel look on her freckled face. Peter was once more on the verge of tears but he bit his lip hard to focus his mind and he grinned a horrible unnatural grin which was evidently full of sadness.

“I’m very happy for you Alice.” He looked an absolute joke with his eyes welling up and that pitiful smile plastered on his face. But Alice wasn’t done with him yet.

“What are you happy about Peter?” Peter couldn’t bare this so he quickly blurted out through his false smile,

“I’m happy that you have found a guy who gives you amazing sex.”

“Good boy.” Alice giggled, “Now get back to the kitchen, that food better be fucking good or you’ll be getting more canings.” Peter hurried back to the kitchen practically bawling as the two girls hi-fived each other in triumph.

He was a cuckold. A C-U-C-K-O-L-D. The love of his life being pounded by another man. He was a joke, a total laughing stock. Deserving of all the ridicule and mockery he received. These were the thoughts that were rushing through Peter’s head as he finished his pasta dish. And he was just putting up with it, no dissent at all. He even was forced to apologise for eavesdropping. This was unbelievable, sweet little Alice wouldn’t do this to him. How could she? He loved her with all his heart, he would do anything for Alice, everybody knew that.

Through all his agony, he was only sure of one thing, he couldn’t leave Alice. He loved her too much. He should do, most men would, but he physically couldn’t. When he tried to imagine his life without her, he was filled with dread. For there was nothing after Alice. No happiness, No joy, Nothing other than a deep Alice shaped chasm in his heart. There was only one option he was going to win her back. He knew that Charles was an arrogant asshole and he was sure that Alice would get bored of him and then take Peter back. He had the wedding ring, which he was sure that she would love. He just had to think of the perfect time to propose. And then it hit him, Alice had sounded so jealous that Lizzie was going on holiday. That was it, he was suddenly filled with joy, he would whisk Alice off somewhere romantic propose to her, things would go back to how they were supposed to be and they would never hear of Charles again. It was perfect. But where? It couldn’t be Paris or she would think he was just copying Lizzie and Harry. AH! Eureka, ROME. It’s perfect.

While Peter was hatching his ingenious plan, the two girls were gossiping about girls at school who had got fat and the nerdy boys.

“Do you not remember Simon?” Lizzie asked Alice.

“No, I can’t at all.” Alice was clearly trying to remember.

“Awww he was hilarious, a total loser. I mean a serious freak.” Lizzie was laughing as she spoke, “I made him do all my homework for me, he kept on saying how much he loved me and how he would do anything for me, so I said okay, and gave him more and more homework to do.” Alice was in hysterics at this point. “He used to be a straight A student, before I met him, and then he was so focused on my work getting one hundred percent that his work really suffered. I ended up being the one who got into law school and he had to drop out.”

“What’s he doing now?” Alice asked, she was clearly awestruck by Lizzie’s aggressive attitude.

“Oh he’s a cleaner at my law firm, I often see him around when I’m working on a big case, he’s still obsessed with me, I have him clean my apartment on the weekends, me and Harry aren’t very good at cleaning.” For what seemed like the hundredth time today Alice burst into laughter.

“That’s incredible Lizzie, I mean really amazing.”

“You should have seen the time when Harry shoved his head down the toilet, it was so fucking funny.”

“What?” Alice couldn’t believe her ears.

“Oh yeah…Stupid Simon was begging him not to.” Lizzie put on the nerdiest voice she could muster, “Pwease Hawwy, Pwease don’t put my head in the toilet, I’ll do anything.” The two girls were in hysterics again. “Then Harry shoved his head in the loo and I got to flush the toilet, that was so fucking funny.”

“Awww I wish I’d been there it sounds hilarious.”

“The best thing was, Mr Jones gave Simon a detention for having wet hair.”

“I wish I could do that.” Alice said wistfully.

“You know what, you should just do it to your fat boy over there.” Lizzie pointed to the kitchen door.

“Do you think?”

“Well he’s not going to put up a fight is he?” Lizzie asked, “Just force his head in there, flush it a few times until he’s seriously running out of air and then let him up. You’ll love it I promise you.” At that moment, Peter came through the door holding two plates full of pasta that smelt amazing. Peter was very hungry but knew that he wouldn’t be allowed to eat anything until the girls had finished eating. Both the girls thought that the meal was delicious but, Lizzie felt like having a bit more fun with Peter so she looked at Alice and said,

“You know what, I don’t actually think this is very nice, Alice. I think that Peter should get more strokes for cooking badly.”

“You heard her Peter, that’s five more strokes for not pleasing Lizzie.”

“Why not make it ten more, then that’s thirty and that’s a nice round number.”

“Wonderful idea, Lizzie. Right Peter, you’re getting thirty strokes of the cane after dinner maybe that will teach you a lesson.” Lizzie turned to him and gave him the most bitchy look, she had an evil twinkle in her eye. She blew him a mocking kiss and then mouthed the word “Unlucky.” Peter was intimidated by the fun-loving girl and so dropped his eyes to the floor. Lizzie returned to her food, very pleased with herself.

They finished their food and Alice dragged Peter over to his caning chair. She bent him over it and got the cane.

“Now Peter, Lizzie and I are going to each give you fifteen strokes of the cane and you will thank us after each stroke. You know the rules, if you scream you get an extra one. Understand?”

“Yes Alice.” Peter was evidently resigned to his pitiful fate.

“Good.” Alice said happily, “I’ll start.” She opened fire with a stroke which took Peter totally by surprise, right on his bare ass. He jumped, it was harder than he had expected and he already had to bite his lip.

“Thank you Alice.” Lizzie went round to the front to enjoy the look on his pathetic face, she looked straight into his panic-stricken eyes as the second stroke hit home, a tear already rolled down his cheek and hit the floor.

“Thank you Alice.”

Whack,

“Thank you Alice.”

Wham

“Thank you Alice.”

Whack

“Umf..Thank you Alice.” Lizzie was getting quite wet by the sound of pain in Peter’s voice, she squatted down so her beautiful ass was resting on the back of her legs, she gently held Peter’s chin and forced him to look at her. She was smiling at his terrified face, he really did hate receiving a caning.

“You can thank me later for getting you those extra strokes boy.” Lizzie whispered into poor Peter’s ear, despite the pain his penis instantly responded to her hot breath in his ear.

Whack

“Thank you Alice.”

Wham

“Thank you Alice.”

Bam

“Thank you Alice.”

“Maybe I’ll even let you buy me a present, to show me how grateful you are. And believe me boy.” She lowered her voice so that he was straining to hear her. “Once I’m through with your ass, it’ll be redder than Alice’s pussy after Charles has fucked her.” She openly laughed in his face as he cringed. Once again he was feeling sick. At this moment his life really sucked, but with his plan he was sure it was about to improve.

WHACK! The cane swept through the air, and Peter could hear the dreaded whistle as it came crashing into his sore skin. He was so close to screaming in agony but he just bit down harder onto his lip.

“Thank you Alice.” He said, with tears streaming down his face.

“Cheer up little bitch.” Lizzie said cruelly, “This’ll teach you a good lesson, just think next time you won’t be making such silly mistakes.

"Yes Lizzie, Thank you so much Lizzie.”

“Believe me Bitch, it’s my pleasure.” She said right into his face, before spitting at him. She burst out laughing as her saliva hit his cheek and dribbled towards his sad mouth.

“Thank you Lizzie.”

WHAM!

“Thank you Alice.”

“Lick my spit up Bitch!” He did as he was told.

BAM!

“Thank you Alice.”

This was hell, pure hell. His plan had to work, Peter thought. He just couldn’t cope with this level of pain and humiliation.

After the beating, Peter was in fits of tears, he had never experienced pain like it. The two girls beamed with joy.

“Now you can go out and clean my car, and make sure you do a good job.” Lizzie ordered.

“Yes Lizzie, of course Lizzie” He said between sobs.

“And don’t even think about putting your clothes on.” Alice added, “You can do it naked, show everyone how bloody pathetic you really are.”

The girls chuckled, the boy wished he was dead.

“Hey lover.” Alice was on the phone to Charles.

“Hey babe, how are you?” Charles asked in his gruff voice that made Alice go weak at the knees.

“I’m okay, a bit bored.” Alice replied, “I miss your big fat cock, it’s so much more interesting to have around than a big fat loser.” She jabbed her foot into Peter’s face to emphasise the point. Peter was lying flat on his belly licking the dirt off Alice’s boots, the position he was in was a very difficult one to maintain, it gave him a headache and made him feel somewhat sick. Though the conversation that he was listening to, made him far more sick.

“How is the little wimp?” Charles asked.

“Oh he’s as pathetic as ever.” Alice said as she peered down at the creature licking mud stains off her footwear. “He’s licking my boots as we speak.”

“Seriously?” Charles asked, shocked that Alice could be so unbelievably cruel.

“Yeah, absolutely.” Alice grinned, “I told you babe, he does whatever I want, and whatever I tell him.

"Would he lick my shoes?” Charles asked with excitement in his voice.

“Even if there was dog shit on them, I would still force him to lick it all up.” Peter did not like the way this was heading, and as he manoeuvred himself into position to lick a particularly stubborn stain he could hear Charles’s loud laughter down the other end of the phone.

“You are something else baby.” Charles commented gleefully.

“Thank you.” Alice said sweetly.

“What are you doing tonight honey?” Charles asked.

“Nothing, but I would love to see you if you’re free.”

“Oh you’ll do more than just see me, I can assure you. I plan to pound you so hard, your wimp will be screaming.”

“HAHAHA!” Alice clearly loved his dirty talk.

“Do you want to come round mine at about eight?”

“You know what Charles, why don’t you come round here?” Alice asked, she grinned at Peter’s look of shock and dismay.

“No, please Alice, no! I’m begging you.” Peter was evidently terrified. Alice sadistically smiled at him and mouthed the word “yes” over and over again. She loved the look of fear in his eyes, the trembling in his hands, the beads of sweat forming on his forehead.

“Do you think Peter will be okay with that?” Charles asked.

“I don’t think he’s going to be over the moon with the idea, but if he knows what’s good for him he’ll keep his stupid mouth shut.” Peter got the message and stopped begging, he returned to the floor and carried on licking her boots.

“Lovely, see you at about eight then?” Charles said.

“Looking forward to it, stud.” Alice couldn’t wait until her lover came round and as she hung up the phone she quickly changed her tone to talk to Peter.

“I expect you to be on your best behaviour tonight boy.” Alice said.

“Please Alice I can’t do this, I can’t see him. Please, I’ll do anything else, it will just be so awfully humiliating to look him in the eye after I know what he’s doing to you.”

“You mean because he’s fucking me?”

“Yes, Alice.” Peter said mournfully, hating to be reminded of his clear and obvious cuckold status.

“Well I’m afraid it just isn’t up to you Peter.” Alice said with no concern for Peter’s feelings. “My lover is coming over whether you like it or not, and make no mistake he will be fucking me tonight.”

“Yes Alice.” Tears once again filling his eyes.

The doorbell went, and Alice skipped to it with excitement. She was totally dolled up for the arrival of her lover, she was layered in make-up the smell of perfume was very strong and as she had made very clear to poor Peter she was wearing no knickers, her cunt was already dripping as she hugged her lover.

“Come in babe.” Alice welcomed him in, “This is my home, and from now on, you can think of it as home as well.”

“It’s lovely, though not as lovely as you.” Charles said, already grabbing her tits and kissing her neck. Alice squirmed out of his grip.

“Not yet baby.” She laughed. Peter was cowering in the corner, he couldn’t remember ever feeling this sick and uncomfortable, there was the woman he loved, the one he wanted to spend the rest of his life with. His soul mate, and she was flirting outrageously with this fucking prick. Alice lead Charles over to Peter.

“You’ve met Peter before haven’t you babe?” Alice asked Charles, as he held her close to his body.

“Yes I have, we used to work together, before I got a promotion.” Charles sneered, “How have you been wimp?”

“I’m alright, th-th-thank you Charles.” Peter stammered.

“I really think Sir would be a bit more appropriate.” Charles said to Peter with an air of authority coursing through his lips. Peter glance nervously at Alice hoping for a little bit of support, she was just smiling happily clearly very pleased with how things were going.

“Sorry Sir.” Peter said miserably.

“That’s better” Charles grinned evilly at the fat boy trembling before him like a leaf in a storm.

Alice’s hair was a total mess as she emerged from her bedroom in her pajamas and practically sleep-walked down the stairs. An effortless grin was smeared across her pretty face. It was in stark contrast to the look of depression that inhabited Peter’s entire body. He was hunched over, his broken body taking after his broken heart. Alice looked like she was being carried by a giant marshmallow, she was truly happy. Truly carefree.

“Did you have a good night Peter?” She was smiling with every appearance of sweetness and innocence.

“Yes Alice.” Peter couldn’t believe how she was acting. He couldn’t understand how the one he loved so much could treat him like this. He hadn’t got a wink of sleep last night. He could hear Alice and Charles’s fuck session loud and clear, it lasted most of the night. As Alice moaned, he wept, as Charles grunted, Peter sobbed. As the two lovers climaxed, Peter was wishing that he had never been born. Really wishing. He had clasped his hands together tight, brought them up to his tear-assaulted face and prayed. For it to end, for them to stop. For something other than this incessant, outrageous pain burrowing its way through his gut. He thought he was going to throw up. This was what hell must be like, he thought.

Alice stared at the pathetic boy. Her mind was partying inside its skull. This was delicious, delightful. She knew he must have heard everything. How could he have avoided it? She had deliberately made sure she was as loud as possible, she wanted to make sure that her piercing screams pierced his dreams. Whenever he was asleep or close to falling asleep she wanted to wake him up with the sounds of his girlfriend orgasming. What an incredible wimp, she thought. He has no backbone at all. We can really push him as far as we want.

“Charles and I will have breakfast in bed Peter!” She ordered arrogantly.

“What?” He asked, there was a hint of anger in his voice which Alice hadn’t anticipated.

“I said, that Charles and I will have breakfast in bed this morning.”

“Are you kidding me?” Peter asked, genuinely not sure if Alice was joking.

“No, Peter is there a problem?”

“Yes there is a fucking problem, you cheated on me with him and now you expect me to serve him breakfast, well I won't do it. I refuse. He can get his own fucking breakfast.” Peter’s voice went remarkably shrill and girly when he got angry. Alice stared at him, her eyes narrowed her nostrils flared, she was seriously pissed off with him and he knew he had made a mistake.

“You will serve him breakfast Peter, I’m not giving you a choice!” She said curtly.

“No I won't.”

“So you’ve sworn at me and now you’re saying that you won't serve your superior breakfast in bed after he fucked me so well last night.” Alice advanced on the trembling boy. “I can assure you that you will seriously regret this if you don’t do what I say.” Peter was already very scared. “Because if you don’t do absolutely everything that I fucking tell you, then I will get Charles to beat the shit out of your fat ass, and then I will throw you out of this house so fast you won't be able to kiss my feet goodbye. Understand dipshit?” She virtually spat the last words into his petrified face.

“Yes Alice.” He was beaten and he knew it.

“Good little wimp.” She grinned at him. “Now firstly, you’ll need to be punished for swearing at me. I think 30 strokes of the cane from Charles should do it.”

“From Charles? No…Ple…” Peter was panicking.

“Shut up.” Alice shouted, grabbing the whining bitches chin. “Yes from Charles, you need to learn to respect your betters.

"Sorry Alice.” Peter mumbled pathetically.

“Good boy.” Alice grinned as she observed, with amusement, the look of sadness on her cuckold’s face. “Now, Charles and I would both like an almond croissant and we would like freshly squeezed orange juice.”

“We don’t have any croissants, and we only have juice from a carton.”

“Well then you better get off your fat butt, get to the store and buy them for us.”

“Oh, Okay Alice.” Peter was evidently not pleased.

“And we expect it in the next half hour or Charles will give you extra strokes of the cane.”

Peter moved quickly to get his coat, depression was evident in every movement he made. Alice giggled to herself at his misery but she wanted to make it a little worse, “Oh Peter, if it helps you go faster, you can imagine Charles and I cuddling in bed.” Peter was once again on the verge of tears. “I might even give him a blowjob.” She licked her lips in a seductive way as Peter opened the front door and left. Alice couldn’t stop herself from laughing as she bounded up the stairs back to her lover.

Peter sprinted down the street as fast as he possibly could. Unfortunately, Alice had put the image of her sucking Charles’s cock in Peter’s head. He just could stop imagining her slurping on somebody else’s penis. It crushed his soul, it left him feeling empty. He just ran and ran, as if he was running for his life. He was panting, sweating and crying when he got to the supermarket, just as he was entering the shop he accidently bumped into Jessica who was one of Alice’s bitchy friends, she was not happy at being bumped into, she turned quickly and swore at him, before realising who it was.

“Oh look who it is, it’s Alice’s little bitch.” Jessica sneered at him.

“Sorry Jessica, I’m in a rush because I need to pick up stuff for Alice.” Peter was incredibly apologetic.