My Wife is Stalked by a Human Troll

Writers Note: To anyone who dislikes my previous stories, do yourself a favour and do not read this story. This story is a about a couple dealing with a situation, there is a "Loving wife" as in a a wife who loves her husband, not the new ironic interpretation of a "Loving wife" by this site.

This story is my wife's idea, we write stories together. Just so you know we write for fun, we appreciate the one or two readers who like our stories, we write intervention stories, the good guys generally win, the bad guys generally lose, if you have an issue with these ideas then don't read this story.

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Stalked by a troll a few doors down.

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My name is Luisa Smith. I have been married to Gary for ten years, ten good years. I love my husband very much. I will always love my husband very much. I am 30 years old, I am Mexican, with a Latina mind-set and character.

This probably makes me sounds narcissistic and probably makes me sound very entitled and very vain, well, yes guilty as charged, but in a good way, my husband never let's me get too narcissistic or too entitled, however I am a very confident out going person.

My husband trusts me implicitly. He understands every man, and even some women would like to get to know me better, but he also knows they don't stand a chance.

My husband is 20 years older than me. Yes, Gary is Fifty, but he looks and acts like a much younger man. He is tall and well-built and strong due to his job. He has a goatee beard. He also has a bald head. I shave it every two weeks and he almost always wears black or dark clothing.

Me? Well, at work I wear a professional looking skirt and jacket and shirt suit. I am a PA to the chairwoman of a very large charity foundation. It is a very busy, fulfilling job. I work from home two days a week, Monday and Friday. Gary works in a warehouse. He is a senior manager where he works.

Now, my looks, well, let's see, how does my husband describe me? Tall with long legs, long curly black hair, medium sized breasts, and a tight arse, and a flat stomach.

To keep fit I go to the gym, twice a week, with Gary, and yes, we both run around our housing estate and local park. Yes, I wear a crop top and shorts, yes, I get stared at as does Gary but for obviously different reasons. He is a fit looking older man. He puts many younger men to shame.

So, just a little about my beliefs. I am a Catholic, although a lapsed one. I believe in heaven and hell. Gary does not, he believes in what he sees and hears. God doesn't talk to him, and he doesn't talk to God, however, I thank whatever God or Goddess sent Gary to me.

Anyway all this is not important, ah maybe I should mention, Gary and I have a varied and very satisfying sex life, even with Gary being his age we still manage to have sex three times a week, we both initiate sex, although Gary tends to initiate things slightly more than me, but that might be because I tend to tease him by wearing sexy clothing or often not wearing anything at all.

We have had sex in all sorts of places, on a beach in Mexico, in a library, on a bus, on a ferry, in a graveyard, in a field of sun flowers. We do seek out exciting places to have sex. So far, we haven't been caught, but who knows one day we might.

So, you get the picture. We are truly a happily married adventurous couple.

Now, one problem with looking as I do is the constant unwanted attention from men who won't take the hint.

One such man is an arrogant arsehole called Ike Hunter. He lives two houses away from our house. He moved into his house about a month ago.

He is a slob. He is short, about 5ft tall. He is fat, with a large beer gut. He is probably about 30 years of age, but he looks older.

According to gossip, he was once married but apparently, he used to pay prostitutes for sex. His wife divorced him and took most of his money. He now works in a local supermarket stacking shelves. He usually works the morning shift.

He has apparently tried it on with most of the married women on our housing estate, and during the evening, lots of different women keep going to his house. There is obviously speculation he still pays prostitutes to be with him.

Recently, he has taken to walking to work. The supermarket is a small local shop. He usually wears ill-fitting shorts and a t-shirt too small for his body. His hair is usually slicked back with something.

One morning, I made the mistake of going for a run around the estate on my own. I was working from home, and, as normal, I wore my shorts and crop top with my trainers.

I put my music buds in my ears, put my hair into a ponytail, put my keys and phone in my pocket along with my money and credit card pouch.

I turned my music on and stepped outside onto the front porch, I locked the door, turned around there he was, standing at the edge of the driveway.

"Hey there neighbor, I'm Ike Hunter. I just moved in a few doors down." He said leering at me.

I considered ignoring him, but I am polite to people until I don't have to be.

"Hello, Mr. Hunter, I'm Mrs. Smith. If you don't mind, I'm going for a run, it was nice to meet you," I said without offering my hand to shake.

I didn't pause, I moved around him and started running. I quickly outpaced him, leaving him far behind.

I could still feel his eyes on my arse even when he was not in sight. I ran around the housing estate making good time. I messaged Gary telling him about Ike, Gary asked if he should come home. I text back no, the slob was at work now, so hopefully, he wouldn't be back this way for a while.

When I got back home, our black cat greeted me. Bastet, yes named after an Egyptian Cat Goddess. I picked her up and hugged her.

After our mutual hug, I stripped off my clothes and took a shower. I put a strappy top and jogging bottoms on then I went back to work, arranging meetings and dealing with anything Jean, my female boss, asked me to deal with.

Gary came home early, I heard him open the door, he called out,

"Luisa, baby, are you in the office?" he called.

"Yes, my love, can you do me a favour, make me a fruit tea," I called down.

"One fruit tea coming up," he replied.

Bastet was next to me in the office, but when she heard Gary, she jumped down and ran downstairs to greet him. Yes, her love is fickle, especially as Gary feeds her treats. Yes, my husband is a soft touch.

Five minutes later Gary and Bastet came upstairs. Bastet jumped into my lap again, Gary came into the office carrying a coffee for him and a fruit tea for me, he passed me my fruit tea.

"So, tell me about Mr. Hunter," he said sipping his coffee.

"Nothing to tell really, he looks like an overweight small troll. A few of the women at the gym did tell me about him. Honestly, how can anyone get so big without having a heart attack. Honestly, he is short, fat and very ugly, and yes Gary, he couldn't stop staring at my breasts and I know he was staring at my arse as I started running." I smiled as I said that last sentence.

"Do I need to talk to him?" Gary said with concern.

"No, not yet, all he has done is stare at me. Let's be honest, lots of men stare at me. If he persists then yes, you can talk to him, anyway, come here my love." I said lifting Bastet off my lap.

Gary stood up and enfolded me in arms. Gary is 6ft tall and all hard muscle, and feeling him pressed against me makes feel safe and protected. I know Gary would walk through fire and ice to protect me. It makes our female friends, sick and jealous of our relationship and how are always hugging and kissing in public. The other wives keep prodding their husbands. Apparently, PDA has increased amongst our friends.

I am 5ft 7inches, so when we hug, I tend to rest my head on my husband's chest. He tilted his head towards me. I kissed his lips, without even thinking about it. Gary picked me up, I put my legs around his waist, still kissing him, Gary carried me into the bedroom. He dropped me on the bed, then he pulled off my top.

My breasts bounced catching his eyes. While he was distracted, I grabbed his arse and quickly undid his zip and pulled down his shorts. His cock was rock hard. It never fails to get hard. It is also plenty big enough for me. I quickly leant forward and kissed and licked and sucked his cock, all the while he was touching and playing with my breasts.

I had Gary on edge and twice had to pull away.

The third time, Gary with a growl, picked me up, turned me over onto my stomach. He pulled down my jogging trousers and gently pulled down the red silk thong he bought me.

He bent down kissed my arse cheeks, then he kissed my vagina. I was dripping wet. He lapped my juices up, then he reached around and touched my clit. I climaxed hard on his fingers. As I recovered, he gently pushed me face down on bed.

He moved inside me slow and gently at first then built up speed and started to move harder inside me.

"Yes, Gary, give it to me, give me everything. I'm yours, my love, all of me is yours, oh yes, just like that... yes Gary, yes, my love, cum in me, yes, my love do it, oh YES, I'm cumming again, so good my love,"

Gary climaxed deep inside me. It triggered another climax in me. He pulled out and turned me over. He kissed his way up my body until he reached my lips. We kissed hard our tongues fighting with each other, then we hugged.

Once again, his arms around me pulling me against his body. I hugged him back my legs wrapped around his body. We stayed that way for about 5 minutes, our bodies calming down and relaxing. I rolled over on side and Gary spooned behind me, just this moment, everything felt right. I closed my eyes and sleep claimed me.

I felt Gary kiss my neck, "Hey, sleeping beauty, time to get cleaned up, and I think we need to change the sheets," he said with a chuckle.

I started to move, then realized he was right. He got out of bed first then helped me out of bed. We both saw the large wet patches from both of us.

"Yuck, they don't mention that part in those sex stories or porn films. Okay mister, I'm taking a shower. You are on bed sheet duty, and don't take too long. I will want you to wash my back," I said pushing him towards the laundry cupboard.

"Yes Ma'am, I will get right on it," He said with a smile and a salute.

Of course, as he was naked and his cock was getting hard, making a salute made me laugh, but I really needed a shower. I walked to the walk-in shower, turned on the monsoon shower and I rinsed away our combined juices.

After a few minutes, Gary entered the shower room. He took the soap from me and started washing my back, then he washed my arse cheeks and washed my vagina, and my breasts. He paid special attention to my vagina and my breasts, and yes, he brought me to a nice gentle climax.

I then returned the favour and washed his body, his arse, his chest, his rock hard cock. While kissing him with water pouring over us, I gave him a hand job.

Finally, both satisfied we dried each other. We dressed in casual tracksuit trousers and t-shirts then, we then went downstairs. While I fed our cat, Gary put the oven on for our scampi and chips, our dinner. I poured a glass of wine for both of us.

When the food was ready, we ate on trays in our living room. We watched TV while we ate and chatted about work and what was going on in the world.

It was 10pm before we tidied up and washed the plates and glasses and anything else we had to do.

I was just starting to walk upstairs when there was a knock on our front door, Gary looked at me, I shrugged.

He was about to follow me upstairs but stopped. Before I carry on, I want to emphasize, Gary is a broad shouldered, well-muscled man, with his shaved head and goatee beard he can look intimidating, and over the years people have looked at him and not even tried to have a go at him.

Gary is a very stoic man. He only let's his emotional side be seen by people he trusts, me being one of them. To everyone else, he can appear cold and distant, but I know better.

I also know when he is annoyed his shoulders get stiff and he goes into his emotional controlled state, and trust me, someone knocking on our door at 10pm will definitely annoy him.

He turned and walked towards the door. He turned on the porch light. He looked through the spy hole but couldn't see anything, so putting the safety chain on he opened the door. Being curious I was behind him.

We both saw the troll standing on our porch.

"Mrs. Smith, good evening, I just wanted to make sure you were alright. I heard you screaming through your window." He said smiling.

Gary opened the door, Mr. Hunter looked up and looked up again, he gulped.

"Mr. Hunter, right?" Gary said quietly.

"Ummm, yes Ike Hunter, pleased to meet you..." he stopped as Gary towered over him.

"Mr. Hunter, I will say this only once, if you speak to or follow or otherwise interact with my wife again you will regret it. Listening in a garden counts as interacting."

Gary then grabbed Ike's shirt. He lifted him with one arm so Ike's legs where dangling. Ike looked terrified. Personally, my vagina was soaking. Gary's body and he uses his strength always gets me hot.

He looked into Ike's eyes, "Do I make myself clear? My wife is not one of your whores! Even if she was you couldn't afford her! Now, I do not want to see your face anywhere near our house. Now, go home, and remember my words, now, go, NOW!!!" Gary said loudly as he dropped Ike back to feet.

Ike turned and literally ran off our property. Gary watched him go.

When he was out of sight, Gary came inside and locked the door.

I was already naked as he turned towards me. He smiled, picked me up and carried me upstairs. Yes, we had sex again, yes, the sheets were changed, again.

No one heard from Ike for at least 2 months.

Then one day, on a blazing hot day in England, I had a day off, I was sunbathing in our back garden, I was wearing a modest black bikini, not one of those micro things. I really don't know why women wear those things.

I was reading a book on my phone, not really paying attention to anything. Why would I? I was in a cul de sac in a smart part of town, and the garden had a six-foot fence around it. No one overlooked someone else's garden, so yes, it was safe being in a bikini in my own garden.

I heard our gate open. The gate was locked, but that didn't stop the two people breaking the lock and walking into the garden. One was Ike, the other looked like his brother, same size same build, same smug look.

I immediately sent a text message to Gary. Years ago, we agreed if I was in trouble, of any kind, sending him a text, with the word "home" meant he needed to get to me. We had phone trackers, so I could find him and he could find me. He would get to me as soon as possible.

I sent the text and stood up, Bastet was nearby, and sensing my distress she bravely stood in front of me hissing and spitting at the two trolls.

"Ike, what are you doing? You know when my husband gets here he is going to beat the shit out of you," I said standing my ground, although I felt very vulnerable in just my bikini.

"Luisa, it will take your husband 20 minutes to get here, that's if he doesn't encounter any traffic. So, me and my brother Kenny, will have plenty of time to have our fun with you. By the way, you should really make sure your curtains are closed at night. It's amazing what a drone with a camera can see through a crack in a curtain." He said with a smug smile.

"What are you talking about?" I said stalling for time.

Kenny stepped forward and got out his phone, pointed the screen at me then pressed play. There in all my glory was me wondering around the bedroom and living room and the kitchen, and there in full color was Gary fucking me over the kitchen table, and me riding Gary cowgirl on our sofa, and Gary fucking me doggy style on our bed.

Actually, I smiled and said, "Wow, we look great, I remember every one of those fucks, and trust me, you seeing them makes no difference to me. Now what are you going to do with them?" I said looking at both of them.

Ike stepped forward, "I want to see and touch your body for real, not imagine it. Kenny wants to do the same. We both want blow jobs from you, and then we get to eat your cunt and then fuck you. Well actually, you are going to fuck us. If you don't, then these videos go viral. We will put them on every porn site we can think of. Now, take off your bikini, show us the tits your husband loves so much." Both men stepped forward.

At that point Bastet made her move. I don't think she intended it, but she leapt at Kenny, with her claws out, he clung on and clawed his legs, then ran up his left leg and connected with his cock. Kenny cried out in pain, he fell to the floor clutching his cock.

Ike was about to grab Bastet, so I undid my bikini top.

"Hey Ike, here you go." I said with my hands on my hips.

He stopped and turned around, a little shocked, "Wow, they are truly gorgeous. Call off your cat before I do some serious damage to it, oh and get out of the bikini bottoms."

"Bastet, here girl, leave the man only, come here Bastet," I said in a calm voice.

She appeared to consider her next move, but she trotted over to me and curled around my legs.

Kenny had recovered from the attack, but he was obviously in pain, he looked at me and actually started drooling.

Both men stepped within reach of me. I took a step back.

"Ah, no, Luisa, if you don't let us touch your tits, you go viral. Kenny has everything ready, now stand still." Both men reached out and started mauling my breasts, I closed my eyes, no I was not enjoying two trolls mauling my breasts.

It was at that point first Ike then Kenny cried out in pain. I opened my eyes. An outwardly calm Gary was standing over two trolls rolling around on the floor.

They were both rolling around holding their heads. Gary picked up Kennys phone and snapped it into two pieces. He then roughly searched Ike's pockets and found his phone.

He broke that as well.

He looked at me with one eyebrow raised,

"Was that necessary?" he said with a serious expression.

"Well, it distracted them, didn't it?" I said smiling.

"Yes, it certainly did, now, I suggest you put your bikini top back on the police were a few minutes behind me." He said handing me my bikini top.

"By the way, you were late. You told me you could get home in 15 minutes. You took 18 minutes, me and Bastet kept stalling as long as we could." I said in a mock serious voice.

"Well, I hit traffic at the main M40 junction, why can't everyone drive fast?" He said smiling.

At that point, Kenny was starting to get his wits back. Gary grabbed him and threw him into our swimming pool, Ike followed him.

It appeared the brothers couldn't swim, the floundered and splashed and started asking for help.

At that point four uniformed police officers came through the gate, two female and two male officers. I explained what happened and played them the recording on my phone. Yes, I did have enough time to set my phone to record.

The two male officers fished out the two half drowned trolls and arrested them, mainly for attempted blackmail, but also sexual assault, breaking and entering, illegal use of drones to film us, and a few other charges the officers thought up.

One of the female officers asked if I was okay, I replied I was okay, except for slight bruising on my breasts.

She assured us the brothers would be locked up for a long time. The officers next stop was to look over the brother's house. They suspected and later found a lot of videos of prostitutes having sex with both the brothers, but it looked like the prostitutes were given something. Yes, the brothers had to resort to drugging prostitutes to have sex with them.

A lot of date rape drugs were found, it also turned out when Gary had pulled the brothers off my breasts and banged their heads together they both had concussion and weren't thinking straight, and both their noses were broken, and Kennys cock had several deep scratches from Bastet's attack.

When the police left I ran into my husband's arms, he hugged me. It was at that point I broke down and cried. He carried me into the house and ran a bath for me. When I was in the bath, he gently washed me, he softly kissed my breasts, not in a sexual way but it was his way of saying that just because two trolls mauled them, they were still perfect and he still loved them.

When he had soaped my whole body and made sure I was glowing, he wrapped me in a towel and carried me to the bedroom. He dressed me in one of his t-shirts. He then changed into his sleep wear. He curled around me, his arms wrapped around me. I was content. My knight in black amour had saved me from the trolls. He was now protecting me. I closed my eyes and slept.

The End.

Epilogue: The two trolls got 10 years each for blackmail, trespassing, using date rape drugs. However, the prostitute's overseers didn't like the two trolls abusing their assets. Without too much inconvenience for the authorities, the two trolls disappeared. No one cared about them and in fact quite a few people cheered when it was leaked to the press that two troll brothers had disappeared from their prison cell.