Prudish Wife Surprises Me Ch 04

Having watched Youseph escort Anita, walking very slowly and unsteadily, from the room I quickly made my way down the main gangway back to my car, got in and started the engine.

As I was meant to have just got back from running an errand I needed it to feel recently used, and didn't want to just sit there with the engine running, so went for a drive round the dockyard which helped me think...

I decided to not plan but just treat the situation as I found it, so returned to my parking spot by the gangplank, parked the car and made my way on board.

I met Anita now escorted by a fully dressed Steve, JJ and Youseph, just coming along the outside deck. Anita was still looking a bit shocked and a bit drunk and she was unsteady on her feet, being supported by JJ and Youseph with Steve walking along in front, so he saw me first and gave me a big grin...

'Ah here's your James back at last Anita' he said, 'sorry you missed a really excellent party but we've kept Anita entertained for you haven't we Anita?...'

My wife looked up, clearly trying to focus, and gave me a half hearted smile.

'Just let's go home ' was all she said.

I took her arm from JJ and could feel how shaky and unsteady she was on her feet so made a joke about how much she must have had to drink...she mumbled something about how I shouldn't have left her for so long and that she just wanted to get home, so I started walking more purposefully towards the gangway but she was clearly having some problems walking properly and I couldn't help thinking about the sight of JJ pushing his huge manhood into her only 45 mins or so before, and how that must have felt for her, she had to still be feeling the effects now.

As we reached the top of the gangway Steve called out that he hoped Anita wasn't going to leave without a goodbye kiss. So I stopped and turned, thanked them for a nice party and for looking after my wife at which point Anita looked up at me and just sort of shook her head. Steve moved forward and put his hand behind her head, bent down and kissed her full on the lips and told her that he'd had a wonderful evening, Youseph and JJ then did exactly the same. She didn't exactly kiss them back but she certainly didn't stop them or resist in anyway either...

We were halfway down the gangplank when JJ called out that he really hoped he would see us again sometime soon... Anita hesitated but otherwise didn't react and we made our way slowly to the car.

She said nothing as I settled her into the car, nor as we left the dockyard, so I commented on how quiet she was, that I was sorry I was gone so long but that I hoped she had been well looked after.

At that she sort of snorted, turned and lifted her head and looked at me without saying anything for several seconds. Then she just told me to pull over and stop the car. It was clear she was very angry. There was a bus lay-by just ahead so I swung in, stopped and turned to her, she was still just looking at me but seemed to have sobered up a bit.

' You have just thanked your friends for looking after me ' she said..

'Shall I show you how they looked after me, what you thanked them for?' And with that she lifted up the lower half of her dress, she was dressed as she had been when we arrived but was now wearing her original white panties, not the lemon ones that matched the rest of her outfit, and there were clear red lines and bite marks on her thighs above her stocking tops, I also couldn't help but notice that the gusset didn't fully cover her labia which were now showing a little either side, due no doubt to the size of JJ and the fact that she was still puffy...

She shouted at me that the reason she was covered in marks and wearing different panties was that Steve had given her back her original knickers because he had fucked her again and kept her new ones, that she had been restrained and whipped and fucked by all of them, and that I had just thanked them for doing it...that I must have realised she didn't want to be left alone with them and that I had allowed it to happen. I was trying to apologise, to calm her down, but she had dropped her dress back down and now, again, told me to take her home, that she didn't want to hear me speak.

We were home in less than 30 minutes but it was a very uncomfortable 30 minutes...Anita sat in total silence just staring out the side window but clearly not focusing on anything, I went to speak once or twice but decided to do as she asked and say nothing.

When we arrived home she roused herself, turned to me again and said she was going in alone, that she didn't want me around at the moment. She said she didn't care where I went and not to contact her, that she needed time to think and to process what had happened, that she needed to be alone. I assured her that no matter what had happened, I loved her, and wanted to be with her...that if she wanted to lodge a complaint with the police I would support her, though privately of course I was desperately hoping she wouldn't and didn't really think she would from what I had witnessed...!

She gave me a long hard look and said again that she was going in, alone, and I just watched as she opened the front door, went in and shut it without turning round.

I sat in the car for maybe 10 or fifteen minutes and watched as our bedroom light went on and she drew the curtains, but the light went out quickly and then there was just me sat in the car in silence. There had been no further movement from the house.

Two of our friends, Keith and Lynne who had been at the lunch where Anita was first given the bumps while in a dress stockings and suspenders, lived in the next village, and I knew that they never went to bed very early so I drove over to them.

Keith had a particular soft spot for Anita, and had made sure to get a full eyeful at that lunch party but I wasn't about to share with him what had just happened on the boat, and never really wanted him to actually fuck Anita, that would have been too close to home! Although I liked the idea of close friends and acquaintances seeing my wife semi dressed and naked, and perhaps even touching her, I didn't want them to actually get to fuck her, somehow it was the idea of strangers or near strangers doing that which I found particularly exciting...even though some close friends had now enjoyed Anita's charms they were my friends rather than hers or ours..! It had always seemed that it would be more possible with men she didn't really know and so it had now proved.

Anyway, when I got to their house although Lynne had gone up Keith was still about. He opened the front door very cautiously, given the lateness of the hour, and was very surprised to see me. I explained that Anita and I had just had a big argument and that I needed somewhere to stay the night.

I was invited straight in and Lynne came down to see what was happening.

I was soon sorted out with bedding for a spare bedroom, they both worked for banks and had a very new detached house in a new build village near Gravesend, and even an unused toothbrush, and rather than lots of questions they said we could talk over breakfast and we all went to bed.

I spent a very disturbed uncomfortable night. It must have been about 02.00 by the time I got settled in the spare room and I heard them about soon after 07.00. It was a Friday and although I had the day off, they didn't.

I had spent the night thinking over and over about what had happened on the boat, living it all again. Wondering if I had allowed my own excitement and imagination to colour my views of how much my wife had been willing to go along with everything, but I was sure that she had had several opportunities to call a halt, and the sounds and evidence of her arousal had been clear even, or perhaps particularly, when JJ had worked his enormous cock into her.

Youseph, I am sure, would not have continued if he didn't think she was willing and the same was true of the Captain, so I desperately hoped she wasn't going to report anything to the police and didn't see how she could, particularly as my part would then have to come out too...

I thought about trying, again, to explain to her how I felt about watching her enjoying herself with other men, but saw no way of even starting the conversation...I had tried so often in the past.

Keith and Lynne had left me a spare dressing gown and I put this on and went down to join them.

Keith was in his suit and Lynne in a skirt and jacket getting ready for the day, and they looked at me expectantly as I entered the kitchen.

I thanked them again for the bed etc. and explained that we had been out at a party we had probably told them about but that I had had to leave Anita alone for a period and we had argued heavily about it on the way home, that she hadn't wanted me in the house.

They clearly wanted to ask more but were in a hurry and could tell I didn't really want to talk about it, so left me to get my breakfast and left me a key. They said they didn't have heavy plans for the weekend and that if I needed to stay a night or two it would be no problem, said their goodbyes and left.

I had my breakfast, had a shower, and put back on some of what I had been wearing the night before. I wondered if my wife was wondering where I had spent the night. She had no way of contacting me and she had the day off too, and no car, so would probably be at home. I decided that I would try and phone.

I waited until just after 10.00, then phoned home. The phone rang and rang but I let it ring and eventually she answered. I think she had half expected it to be me. She sounded very subdued.

I told her where I had spent the night and, again, that I wanted, needed and loved her, that I hoped she would be at least willing to talk to me.

She was very quiet, but she was still there, I could hear her breathing...then she started to speak.

She told me that she didn't know what she thought yet, that she was very sore and that there were marks all over her body. She agreed that we needed to talk, seriously, but not today and possibly not tomorrow. She asked if I would be staying with Keith and Lynne and I told her that I would certainly be there for the next couple of days. She said that she would phone me there when she was ready to talk and that under no circumstances was I to tell them any details of what our argument was about, and of course I was happy to assure her I wouldn't.

I was trying to tell her yet again how much I loved her when she just hung up.

So all I could do was wait and hope, at least she had promised that we would talk.

I spent the morning mooching around and then realised I ought to get a change of clothes from somewhere and something to thank my hosts, so headed off to the nearest large town which was Gravesend. I had some lunch in a town centre pub, then bought a new pair of jeans, some socks, underwear and a couple of shirts before heading to an off licence to get a decent bottle of wine.

The off licence was next to a florists and I thought I should get Lynne a bunch of flowers as a thank you. Then, while choosing from the selection, the thought occurred that I could send a bouquet as an apology to Anita. I chose the size and style of bouquet I wanted and arranged delivery for Saturday as it was too late for today. I wrote the card to go with the bouquet and when I gave the the delivery name and address the florist said it was a pity that I hadn't been in ten minutes earlier as their driver had only just gone out to make a delivery to that name and address... I asked who had sent it but the florist said she shouldn't have shared any information at all and so I left with my bunch of flowers for Lynne and a suspicion but no more about who had sent Anita's other bouquet...

I explained the situation to Keith and Lynne and told them that either way I would sort something else out after the weekend. I had hoped I would hear from Anita on Saturday after the bouquet had been delivered, and stayed around the house all day, but no phone call.

It was close to 11.00 on Sunday when the phone rang. Lynne answered it and I could tell by the conversation that it was my wife. They talked for a few minutes then Lynne came through. I got up and started heading towards the phone in the kitchen but Lynne stopped me, said it had been Anita but that she was no longer on the phone but the good news was that I was to go home at 12.00, Anita wanted to talk.

They wished me good luck as I left and said they hoped I wouldn't need to come back but could if I had to. I really hoped that I wouldn't...!

I was outside my house at 10 minutes to but sat in the car going over what I might say in my mind. I rang the bell rather than let myself in, very unsure of what sort of welcome I would receive.

I was very surprised when Anita opened the door and let me in, she was wearing her comfortable dressing gown clearly not long out of the shower and with her hair still wrapped in a towel. She turned and I followed her through to the kitchen.

There were two bouquets, still in their wrappings, lying on the draining board.

I asked her who the second bouquet was from and she just nodded to where the 2 cards were...

The one on top was mine, the one underneath said ' Thank you for a most wonderful and unforgettable evening ' and was signed Youseph, Steve and JJ.

Anita had turned and was watching me as I read the card, I didn't know what to make of the look on her face. I went to speak but she interrupted, she said was making coffee and that we would talk in the lounge when she'd made it, so I went and sat down in our lounge.

She wasn't long. She put down the coffee on the table and then stood in front of where I sat.

'I want to show you some of what you allowed to happen to me, to your wife, on Thursday night '

She said, and untied her dressing gown and let it drop to the floor.

She was wearing her most conservative white bra and panty set but most of the skin I could see was covered in fading but still visible thin red lines, love bites and bruises. She turned to show me her back. There was barely an inch of her above her knees that wasn't marked, and clearly there was going to be no pretending that this hadn't happened...and although I tried again to tell her how sorry I was it was difficult to disguise how exciting I also found it and her willingness to show me and acknowledge what she'd been through.

I won't detail the hours of talk which followed. In essence my wife couldn't understand how I could love her and yet enjoy allowing her to be used like that, and how I could still love her and want her following all that she had been through, all that had been done to her.

I took a risk and admitted to her that I had seen some of it, I said that I had got back earlier from my errand than she thought.

She was horrified and demanded to know when I had returned so I told her that I saw her in her dress being escorted from the officers bathroom by Youseph to rejoin Steve and JJ in the dining room and that I had seen everything that had happened after that...and that it had been, without question the most sensuous erotic thing I was ever likely to witness, not only the whipping but also the way in which she seemed willing and able to take JJ...

I told her how fabulous she had looked, how proud she had made me and that I had thought she was enjoying herself despite everything which is why I hadn't stepped in, but if I had been totally wrong then she should report me and the others to the police and I would, for my part admit everything...

It was early evening by this time, at some point she had put on jeans and a jumper and brushed her hair, and we'd had drinks but nothing to eat. She said she thought that she had been prepared for most things, that she'd known I was perverted and sick, but that was too much and she needed more time to think and was going to bed. I was welcome to use the spare room and she'd decide tomorrow if she thought there was any point in us staying together...

I heard her moving about early next morning so got up and went down. She was dressed in her office clothes clearly intent on going in to her office. She had only recently started a new job, working for the products division of a famous hair salon in London, and she always had a strong work ethic. She was wearing a turtle neck jumper and so all marks were covered...she said that she had no time to talk now, that we'd talk that evening, and left.

I decided that I had better get to work too, and managed to be only a little late in. Fortunately I was a manager with a tour operator and everyone's time keeping was fairly relaxed anyway.

It wasn't a very productive day. Thursday night and everything I had seen was still replaying in my mind and I desperately wanted Anita to accept her submissive side and allow us to stay together...

I made sure to be at the station for the arrival of her usual train so she wouldn't have to walk or get a bus home and was delighted when I saw her come through from the platform. She seemed calmer than she had been and I gathered she'd had a good day at the office. She said that she didn't know what we would be having for dinner, perhaps a takeaway, but she wanted a drink as soon as we got in and then she'd be ready to talk, that she'd reached some decisions...

I got us both a drink while she changed out of her work clothes and waited in the lounge..

When she came down she sat down, took a big gulp of her drink and said that I wasn't to speak or say anything until she had finished, that what she was about to say was difficult for her and that I needed to think about her words carefully and try and understand what she was saying...

Then to my great surprise she just admitted that she had found much of what had happened to her sexually exciting. She hadn't wanted it to happen but once it started she hadn't wanted it to stop either, and she now had to come to terms with the fact that some part of her seemed to enjoy being controlled, dominated and used...even being displayed and spanked, but that she also hated being made to feel like that, not in control. It was something she'd always thought and hoped she could keep secret, it had always been no more than just vague feelings and fantasies...until that evening with Steve, Graham and Drew.

After that she had resolved to make sure that she never allowed herself to be in that position again so she needed me to understand how she felt when she found out that I had witnessed some of what happened, and had admitted how much it excited me.

She said that she couldn't help but feel that I would use her seduction as an excuse to go off with other women and although she knew it was irrational, given what she had done, she couldn't bear the idea of that. That if we did try and stay together she would do everything in her power to put the past behind her and never allow it to happen again. I would have to promise not to expect her to change her usual behaviour with me as she just couldn't allow any of those things, it wasn't what our relationship was based on.

She explained that the way being dominated and controlled made her feel was too scary and that if she allowed it to become part of her life it might take over and she didn't want to know where that would lead or what would happen to her and us. She just couldn't go down that rabbit hole. And finally she said that she did like our life together, our social group and lifestyle and that she thought she still loved me but still couldn't understand how I could enjoy watching other men take her but that if I still wanted to stay together and could accept all that she'd said, then we could try.

She didn't want me to say anything yet but said she would get us some omelettes and I could think about what she'd said while she did it.