The Captain My Wife and I

  The Captain,

  My Wife and I

  BY YOLANDA NEVILL

  All rights reserved

  Copyright @ July 2021 by

  Yolanda Nevill

  Please note – the content of this book is intended for those over the age of 18 only. The book contains some explicit scenes of a sexual nature, if you are easily offended or prefer your sex to be of the vanilla variety, then this book is not for you.

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  Angel and the Beasts

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  Airianna and the Beasts

  Panzy and the Beasts

  My Wife and I – MMF & MFM series – short stories

  The Gardener, My Wife and I

  The Neighbour, My Wife and I

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  My Wife and I – Trilogy 1 – The Gardener, The Neighbour, The Neighbour My Wife, My Wife’s Best Friend, and I

  The Boxer, My Wife and I

  My Best Man, My Wife and I

  My Best Man, My Wife’s Bridesmaid, My Wife, and I first FF, MMFF, MFFM, orgy

  My Wife and I – Trilogy 2 – The Boxer, My Best Man, My Best Man, her Bridesmaid, and I

  Our Mechanic, My Wife and I

  The Tattoo Artist, My Wife and I

  The Captain, My Wife and I

  My Wife and I – Trilogy 3 – The Captain, Our Mechanic & The Tattoo Artist, My Wife, and I

  Friends to Lovers series – novellas

  Love at Christmas – also released as Cruise at Christmas

  Love in Secret

  Love or Lust?

  Friends to Lovers Trilogy

  Enemies to Lovers Series – novellas

  Love or Hate

  Love to Hate to Love

  Hate to Love

  Enemies to Lovers Trilogy

  Billionaire Protector Series – novellas

  Billionaires Revealed

  Billionaires Rescued

  Billionaires Required

  Billionaires in Love Trilogy

  Business Rivals Series – Novella

  Friends, Rivals, Lovers

  New Rivals, Old Friends, New Lovers

  Rivals to Lovers

  Business Rivals Trilogy

  Regency Miss Christmas Novella

  Bedded by Christmas

  Wed by Christmas

  Turned Bi Series

  Turned Bi by the Biker

  Turned Bi by the Sheriff

  Turned Bi by the Deputy

  Turned Bi – Trilogy 1

  Bree and the Twins

  At the Sex Clinic

  Therapy at the Sex Clinic

  Discipline at the Sex Clinic

  Treatment at the Sex Clinic

  Sex Clinic Trilogy

  Couple’s Therapy at the Sex Clinic

  Pony Mansion

  Training at Pony Manor

  A Firm Hand at Pony Manor

  Pet Training Academy

  Kitten Training Academy

  Submission

  Submitting to the Headmaster

  Submitting to her Bosses

  Stand Alone Titles

  Peeping Thomas

  Taken by the Yeti

  M’Lord, M’Lady, M’Gardener

  CHAPTER 1

  Anya looked up frowning, as she saw her husband Thomas standing at the glass wall looking out to sea as lightning lit up the night sky behind him.

  ‘Thomas’, she said, a little exasperated, ‘Tommy, come away from the window, you know it’s not safe to stand in front of them in a storm.’

  Thomas turned to look at her as he continued their ongoing discussion whenever there was a storm, ‘that’s just an old wife’s tail’ he said, his face lighting up as he gazed upon his wife of ten years, this was an old discussion that they had every time there was a storm, he loved to look out over the stormy waves as the lightning lit up the sky in turn lighting up the raging sea.

  Anya shook her head ‘old wife’s tails or not’ she scolded ‘it’s not safe.’

  He grinned at her, before holding his hand out to her ‘the storm’s still miles away’ he said comfortingly, ‘I counted at least five between the thunder and the lightning, come join me, it’s spectacular.’

  Anya put down her book and obediently went to join her husband to look out over the waves that thrashed against the rocks just over the road from their villa.

  Normally, through the huge windows of their villa, they could see the cove with the little beach, which was hardly ever invaded by tourists, but due to the storm on this thundery Sunday evening , the beach was covered by waves racing in to shore, seeming to hurtle in, as though in a race with each other, desperate to outrun the storm, or at least that was how it appeared to Tommy and Anya as they looked down on it.

  Even as they watched together, Thomas’s arm slung over his wife’s shoulders, another flash of lightning streaked across the night sky, so bright it was almost blinding in its intensity as it lit up the night sky as well as the sea.

  Anya gasped, clutching Thomas ‘was that?’ she gasped, unable to finish the sentence.

  Even as she was talking, Thomas had pulled his arm from around her shoulders as he turned to stride towards the porch at the side of the house.

  ‘It was a boat’ he called over his shoulder ‘it looks like it’s been grounded, I need to check if there was anyone onboard.’

  Anya rushed to join him, both pulling on their waterproofs, pushing their legs into the trousers and their arms into their thick warm water-proof coats before tugging on their welly boots.

  ‘It’s going to be dangerous out there Tommy’ Anya said as she finished doing up her coat and fastening her hood in place so the wind wouldn’t blow it off.

  ‘Don’t worry, I’ll be careful’ Thomas reassured her as he opened the side door to see the rain thrashing down, coming down almost sideways under the force of the wind.

  He grabbed her hand, pulling her out into the storm ‘you be careful too’ he yelled as he turned towards the sea.

  Their villa was located just across the small road from the steps that led down to the little cove, he knew there would be no traffic on the road, it was rarely used at the best of times, but at night, in a storm, no-one would be foolish enough to be out, nevertheless he looked both ways before he crossed, pulling Anya along behind him.

  Anya hurried to keep up, knowing that if there was or had been anyone on that boat, they were the only people who could help.

  They lived in a tiny hamlet with only 6 houses. Of these, their villa was the only one currently occupied and, in this weather, there was no chance of emergency services getting to them and the lifeboat service didn’t have a chance of setting out due to the ferocity of the storm.

  They arrived at the top of the steps leading down to the cove, trying to peer down using the light from the torch that Thomas had grabbed as he left the villa, but they were unable to see anything through the unrelenting darkness that was barely pierced by the light from the torch.

  Thomas made his way slowly down, holding onto the rail on the outside of the steps, the torch hanging by a strap over his shoulder while Anya descended beside him, holding his hand with one hand and the inner rail with her other.

  They’d gone down half a dozen steps, when another flash of lightning streaked across the sky, lighting up the world once more.

  Anya gasped in horror, below, she could see the outline of a man, or was that a woman? A person anyway. They were draped across the bottom steps as though they had managed to make it that far; but hadn’t managed to find the strength to get any further.

  In that brief flash, with the lightening forking across the sky, both Anya and Thomas could see the waves crashing over the person’s legs, as though trying to drag him or her back out to sea.

  As quickly as they could, whilst battling against the wind and trying to stay safe, Thomas and Anya descended the wet slippery steps to where the person lay.

  Once they reached him or her, they bent down in the darkness, but couldn’t see whether he or she was still alive, still breathing.

  ‘You grab one arm, I’ll grab the other’ Thomas yelled, trying to make himself heard over the roaring wind and rushing of the waves.

  Anya nodded even though Thomas wouldn’t be able to see her response.

  Together, they tugged on the person’s arms, hauling them up so that he or she was draped between them, one arm over each of their shoulders.

  Thank goodness for all that rowing they did Anya thought as she helped haul the person up, rowing every other day for the past couple of years had really built up her upper body strength which was just as well because the stranger it turned out, wasn’t a lightweight, they were tall and heavy, it was also clear by the body shape that this was a man, not a woman.

  Even with the strength built up from rowing, Anya wondered whether they would be able to get this stranger up the steps, but even as she thought it, the stranger seemed to become aware of what was happening because he moved his feet, putting one foot in front of the other, taking at least a little of his own weight.

  Slowly but surely, the three of them made their way up the slippery steps, taking care to place their feet securely, with Thomas and Anya holding onto the railing either side with their other arm around the waist of the stranger.

  Fortunately, the wind
assisted them, almost pushing them up the steps. Finally, when they reached the top, they all turned to look back, just as another streak of lightning lit up the sky.

  Just those few seconds were enough to show that where the stranger had been, was now underwater, if they had been even moments later, the stranger would have been pulled out to sea.

  Additionally, they could see the boat, it was revealed as a medium sized sailing boat, listing heavily to one side, the mast appearing to have snapped with a hole clearly in evidence in the side of the hull.

  ‘Was there anyone else with you?’ Thomas yelled to the stranger. The stranger shook his head ‘I was alone’ he yelled back.

  Boosted by the wind pushing from behind them, they helped the stranger across the road, then into their villa, pausing on the porch to catch their breath.

  Carefully they lowered the man to sit on the combination bench / boot stand while Thomas and Anya stripped off their wet weather gear. Even with it, they were still wet, the storm was of such ferocity, it had been impossible to keep dry.

  They eyed the man seated in front of them. He had no wet weather gear, he was drenched from head to foot, dressed in jeans and a thick white fisherman’s sweater, he was also clearly struggling to say conscious, he had a jagged cut across his right temple that was weeping copious amounts of blood.

  Even as Thomas and Anya finished stripping off their wet weather gear, the man started to slip from the bench, clearly losing his battle with consciousness.

  Anya and Thomas just reached him before his slipped off the bench altogether.

  Bending, they once again took an arm each lifting him up so that he hung between them.

  As they entered their home, there was nothing they could do to stop the man’s feet dragging along the floor behind them, the man was over 6 foot tall and although Thomas matched him in height, Anya was considerably shorter, so it was a very unbalanced trio that entered their home.

  ‘We’ll get him into the guest room’ Thomas instructed ‘it’s the closest and we need to get these clothes off him, get him in the warm shower, then into bed before we tend to the cut on his head.’

  Obediently Anya turned into the guest suite which was located on the ground floor of their villa, lowering the stranger to the floor of the bathroom gratefully, straightening up, as her protesting muscles told her even the rowing hadn’t been enough to give her the strength she’d needed to help as much as she would have liked, truthfully, she knew that Thomas had taken most of the weight.

  As they lay the stranger out on the floor, they made swift work of removing his drenched sweater and t-shirt, then his boots before tugging at his jeans.

  The jeans, wet and sticky from the salty sea water were difficult to remove, but with perseverance they finally managed to drag them down his legs, his boxers coming down with the jeans.

  Anya let out a gasp ‘wow’ she couldn’t help but say, it was wrong, she knew it was wrong, to ogle a stranger, an unconscious and wounded one at that, but, well, who wouldn’t ogle faced with that sight.

  ‘What?’ Thomas asked, looking up from where he was dragging the stranger’s jeans from his feet.

  ‘Bloody hell’ he breathed as he caught sight of the stranger’s cock, the stranger’s flaccid, but nevertheless extremely large cock.

  He took a moment to look, then turned to Anya and grinned ‘like the sight of that do you love?’ he asked.

  Anya looked a little sheepish ‘sorry’ she said through a half grin ‘it’s wrong, pervy really given he’s unconscious, but I don’t think I’ve ever seen one like that even in those porn films you love to watch.’

  Thomas grinned ‘well, if he recovers and he shows an interest, I give you permission to try him out, I know you’ve always had a fascination for giant cocks as it’s you that always wants to watch the monster cock films.’

  Anya couldn’t help but giggle ‘we need to keep him alive first’ she said, forcing her gaze away from the stranger’s assets to his face.

  Thomas nodded, standing then moving to the shower, switching it on and waiting until it was the right temperature, not too hot which could cause a problem with how cold the stranger was, but warm enough to help start the process of warming him up.

  ‘How are we going to get him under there and keep him under?’ Anya wondered as she looked from the stranger to the shower.

  ‘We need a shower too’ Thomas commented, ‘I’d suggest we strip off and get in the shower with him, that way we can hold him up, and all get clean and warm, you’re shivering nearly as much as he is’ he commented as he suddenly became aware of how cold Anya was and in fact, he realised he was definitely starting to feel the cold too.

  Quickly he stripped off, his wet clothes piling up with the stranger’s clothes.

  After a momentary hesitation, Anya stripped off too, somehow it didn’t seem right to be naked with the stranger, but there again, it was more important to get warm and clean than to think about modesty.

  Anya and Thomas once again took hold of the stranger’s arms, pulling him up from the floor before half carrying him, half dragging him into the warm shower.

  Thank goodness when they bought and refurbished the villa, they’d put in a big shower Anya thought. It wasn’t as big as the one in their master suite, but it was still big enough to accommodate all three of them without it feeling cramped.

  As they held the stranger under the enormous overhead shower head, he seemed to revive, managing to hold himself upright whilst leaning against the wall to stop himself falling.

  Anya quickly soaped off the stranger and shampooed his hair, taking care not to get soap or shampoo into the wound on his temple while Thomas helped the stranger to stand.

  Once she’d rinsed him off, Thomas lowered the stranger to sit on the floor of the shower while Anya and he quickly cleaned themselves off and shampooed their hair.

  When they were all clean, Thomas switched off the water, then after helping the stranger to his feet, he grabbed the warm towels that Anya had put on the heated towel rail, helping Anya to dry the stranger as best they could.

  They quickly dried themselves, before helping the stranger to the bed laying him carefully in the middle of the king size bed, before covering his shivering body with the duvet.

  Anya and Thomas dressed in their warmest thickest clothes before Anya went back to the bathroom to retrieve the first aid kit which she always kept there handy.

  Kneeling on the bed, she looked down at the stranger, using a warm damp cloth to wipe away the blood that was still oozing from the wound.

  ‘He needs warming up’ she commented to Thomas without looking up. ‘I think if you can get a warm dry towel to put around his head, it should soak up any dampness remaining from the shower and keep his head warm, then fill a few bottles with hot water, wrap them in towels, then we’ll place them around his body to help him get warm.’

  Thomas nodded ‘mmm’ he agreed ‘we need to stop hyperthermia setting in if it hasn’t already.’