Chapter 2

As I drove home following my ordeal with “Mr Jackson”, my stalker my head was still in a spin and trying to make sense of many things such as: How does he know me? Do I know him? How long has he been following me? Where and when will he come for me next and what will he demand? My thoughts changed to things more imminent as I felt yet more of his seed flow into, my already, cum soaked panties.

I hadn’t seen my husband for a week and I knew he would be, like I was at the beginning of the day, eager to have sex this evening. Normally when we haven’t seen each other for a while the evening usually goes along the lines of some immediate raw sex followed by a few drinks and an evening of love making. I couldn’t possibly engage in sex with him now my pussy was swollen and full of my stalkers seed.

I nervously pulled into the driveway and saw his car was there so I knew he was home. I approached the door and took a few deep breaths trying to clarify in my mind how I was going to play things. I opened the door and heard him call out to me that he was in the kitchen and I wandered in there to see him with a big smile on his face pouring out 2 glasses of wine.

I went over to him and before I could have a sip of wine he kissed me, I was immediately relieved that my stalker hadn’t cum in my mouth, so could enjoy our passionate kiss and embrace. We told each other how much we had missed each other and I quickly got onto my glass of wine telling him I needed it as I’d had a hard week and hadn’t been feeling well for a couple of days.

As per usual he showed immediate concern and asked me what was wrong so I responded by telling him that I had been getting cramps in my abdomen which was odd as my period wasn’t due for a few days. “So darling that area may be out of action this evening.” I told him. Although he was concerned for my wellbeing he looked disappointed and in my bid to assure him I wasn’t fobbing off his sexual desires I said “So you may have to make do with a nice massage and an even nicer blow job.”

As I told him that I felt more of my stalkers cum flow into my panties and, although it may have been my imagination, I could actually smell it. Partly to ensure my husband wouldn’t smell it but mostly because the feel of his cum leaking from me aroused me I put down my wine glass and kissed my husband passionately before I said “In fact why wait until later?” before dropping to my knees right there in the kitchen and unzipping him.

He had clearly missed me as his cock was rock hard in seconds as I took it deep into my mouth and massaged his balls. As I sucked him my mind flashed back to earlier when my stalker had fucked my throat hard and I wanted my husband to do it so I took hold of his hand and put it on the back of my head then urged him to push my head onto his cock hard a couple of times until he got the clear message.

He began to thrust his cock into my mouth hard making me gag a little every time he hit the back of my throat. I lifted my skirt and pushed a hand inside my panties where my fingers quickly got covered in my stalkers cum. I felt my clit which was still swollen and began to rub it which made my muffled moans even louder. My husband must have though what he was doing was really turning me on as he grabbed a handful of my hair and fucked my mouth quicker and harder for a few minutes before he roared, jerked and unloaded his full balls into my mouth.