The Ambo Drivers Wife

He stormed out, yelling his fool head off as he barged through the waiting room.

I was so embarrassed, and Roger asked, "What the hell was that all about?"

He let me go early, and when I got home, there was Harly. "I'm sorry." He spluttered. "This thing has got me bloody worked up. I'll go back and apologise. Jesus, Nola. We don't have sex, there's no intimacy. Then I find you in his arms."

"You frigging idiot. Roger's married, and he's nearly as old as Dad. What in gods name were you thinking?"

"I said I was sorry. Cut me some slack, okay? If we had sex more regularly, if you showed me even the smallest amount of intimacy, it might be different. This no nooky thing is killing me, Christ, I have to beg for sex, and when we do have it, it's like you're not even there."

I got home from work one day and found Harly and Rita waiting for me in ambush. Rita tried to give me a hug, but I pushed her away. Harly tried to grab my arms as I tried to slap her.

"Calm down, honey. We just want to talk. Rita just wants a chance to apologise."

He had to hold me tightly as she stood in front of me. I wanted to kill her, I kicked and flailed, but Harly held me tight. "Nola, I'm sorry, everything simply got out of hand. I never intended for anything to happen. All I'm asking is for a chance to make things right between us."

"You want to make things right. Start with a transfer. That would help, you fucking bitch."

She nodded. "I'll make up a story and see if I can get swapped to permanent days. It won't be easy, but I'll try." She said despondently. "I was hoping you and I could talk and it wouldn't be necessary, but if that's what you want, I'll try."

"Like fuck, Rita. Things will never be right between us. Now piss off and never come back."

She grimaced, her head down, flooded with embarrassment. "Nola, I wanted to say sorry. I was really attracted to you, it was my idea about the threesome."

Harly interrupted. "I'll leave you girls to talk. I need to apologise to Roger." He let me go, and disappeared.

My anger had subsided, my breathing returning to something like normal. "You might not know it, Nola, but I'm not into guys. I'm bisexual, but only ever been with a couple of blokes. I wanted to be with you. Shit, girl, I dropped enough hints."

"Rita, I'm not interested, okay? I never was, especially not after you betrayed me. I thought we were mates."

"We are, I fucked up, I Let shit get out of hand, but honestly, babe. That guy loves you. Don't let what happened between him and me wreck your marriage. You guys were so good."

I hoped her words were the last I'd ever see of her.

After that day, things changed. Harly seemed determined to find fault with things I did, I put it down to him trying to clear his conscience. Small fights grew into big ones. It was over, really, and I knew it. A lot of it was my fault. I simply couldn't get what he did out of my mind.

In the end, I think we were both ready to call it quits. We signed the divorce papers, I kept the house and full custody of the kids. We came to an amicable payment schedule; all he had to pay was child support. I took no spousal support payments. It meant going back to work full time. Fortunately for me, the woman I job shared with wanted to go on maternity leave. Mum stepped up and minded the kids for me. Harly took the kids every other weekend,

Harly was good with the kids; he always had been a good dad, just a lousy husband. I expected him to move in with Rita, but surprisingly, it never happened. They stayed mates and on the same shift, but as far as I know, they were no longer sexually involved. Rita and Harly's new girlfriend Misty were pretty close, though, so anything's possible.

Yeah, he really loved me, that was obvious. Less than two months we were separated and he had already started seeing her, and I mean shit, she was barely out of college.

I missed having somebody to talk to, and I missed the sex, but I was pleased to see the back of Harly. It wasn't till he was gone that I realised what a lazy sod he was around the house.

It did leave me with a financial problem, and it was Mum who suggested I take in a boarder.

It made sense: a big house, with two spare bedrooms. Yeah, I could use some company, and the extra money would come in handy.

I placed the notice on the hospital website, hoping for a young nurse, somebody who wouldn't be around much.

When I got the call, it shocked me. "Hello, is this Nola?"

"Speaking." The female voice on the other end of the phone sounded about my age.

"Hi, my name's Rebecca. I'm calling about the notice you have on the hospital noticeboard looking for a housemate."

"Right, no worries. What do you want to know?"

"Is it still available?"

"Yep, sure is."

"Nola, I'm a solo mum, as well. I just moved here and it has been so hard to find somewhere to rent. My son and I really need somewhere, even if it's just for a few weeks."

She sounded desperate, her voice shaky. "Gosh, where are you living now?" I asked.

"I rent a small single room chalet at the camping ground. Even that costs three hundred dollars a week."

I felt her story tugging at my heart strings. "How old is your son?"

"He's five, but it's so hard. I want to put everything into my new position, but I need to get home to be with Josh.

"What are you doing?"

"I'm a nurse practitioner. It's my first real appointment, and I need to try and focus a little on it."

I sensed her need, she sounded totally demoralised. Taking in a solo mum wasn't what I envisioned, but I did want to help her out. "Rebecca, you're welcome to stay with us for a while, but I wasn't really looking for a solo mother situation."

She sounded despondent, miserable. "It's okay, I understand, I don't want to intrude. If you don't have room, that's fine. We'll keep on looking."

"No, god no. I'm sorry, I'd be happy to help out. It just won't be a permanent arrangement."

"Really... Oh my god. That's amazing. Thank you so much." Her voice lifted as she realised I was prepared to help. "We won't be there long, Nola, we only need a few weeks to give our agent a chance to find us something suitable."

"Sweet, then come on around. I gave her the address and informed the kids. They were pretty excited. I think they were looking forward to having new faces around.

Rebecca turned out to be really nice. She was only three years older than myself, and her son Josh was so polite.

He and Jona managed to connect over a shared love of football. Elise even joined in their game.

I showed Rebecca to her room and helped her carry in their bags. "So what made you move to town?" I asked.

"Long story short... Divorce, my husband was a real arse. When we split, he forced the sale of our house and I decided if we had to move, then we would have a fresh start. I applied for and got the position at the hospital, and here we are."

"Your husband didn't fight your move?"

"No, he was such a slimy bastard. He wasn't interested in custody, never fought for it. He was more interested in his new twenty-two-year-old girlfriend. She's the reason we divorced. I didn't even know. What a clueless bitch I was."

"Hey it's okay." I said in a consoling voice. My arms opened and we hugged.

"What about you?" she asked.

I wasn't planning on telling my story, but after listening to her frank confession, it just spilled out of me. "I caught my husband banging his female partner in the back of the ambulance right here in our driveway. At least Harly is interested in the kids. He has them every other weekend. But he moved on pretty quick. Two months, and he's already living with his new girlfriend."

"God they're pigs, aren't they?" Rebecca said laughingly.

"Yeah, Harly wanted me to have a threesome with him and his slag of a partner."

"Ew, yuck. Yeah, as I said pigs all of them."

"Yeah, can't argue."

She gave me a hand to get dinner started and we talked about her new role. We joked about some of the people she'd already met. Having worked ER there for four years. I knew most of them. I told her who to watch out for among the male doctors. There were a couple of lechers amongst the staff.

She was really nice, and we seemed to share a lot in common. The kids came in to eat, and it was pleasing to see the three of them getting on so well. Jona asked if Josh could share his room, which made it a whole lot easier for us.

After they were all off in bed, Rebecca and I shared a bottle of wine as we talked about how we got into nursing. We joked and laughed our way through the bottle. It was so pleasant to have somebody to talk to. I can't explain how uplifting it was just to have that interaction.

Over the next couple of days, we sorted out a routine. Rebecca was so helpful. She got dinner cooked both nights. She got on great with Mum, who helped her out by picking up Josh, while picking up my kids. It worked a treat, and it lifted everybody's spirits.

The kids were happy; they had a new playmate. I was happy because Rebecca just slotted in seamlessly. Unlike my husband, she pitched in and never complained. The third day, I got home from work late, and she had the ironing board out doing all the ironing while dinner cooked, and it was delicious.

As we relaxed later, she asked, "You haven't started dating yet?"

"No, to be honest. I haven't had time. I haven't even thought about it. What about you?"

"I'm a little gun shy. My husband put me off men in general. I think it's going to be a while before I trust another guy with my heart."

"I understand that," I replied. "I'm choosy as well. I want a decent man, somebody who is prepared to share the load around the house. I know there are good guys out there. They're just hard to find. Sleaze balls seem easy to find."

The second week of her stay, she arrived home with some news. "I have a place to view tonight. Do you want to come with me to have a look?"

That bit of news hit me, and not as I expected. "A place, really?"

"Yeah, it's not far away, so at least we would be close by."

As the agent showed us around, I found myself pointing out all the faults. The agent became quite irritated with me. I don't know what came over me. Rebecca quite liked it when we first arrived, but as I found fault after fault, she fell into a bit of a slump. Even she started finding niggly little things as well.

On the drive home, I realised I didn't want her to move out. "Rebecca, do you like staying with us?"

She looked confused, but mumbled, "Of course I do. It's fabulous. Josh gets on well with Jona and Elise. I love coming home to having somebody there. It feels great, and we don't get in each other;s way."

"I feel the same way. In fact, I only just realised. I know I said I didn't want it to be a permanent thing, but I don't want you to move out. How would you feel about making it a permanent arrangement?"

"I'd love it," she said brightly.

We celebrated with a big family dinner. It was one of the things we shared in common: cooking. And we worked together so well. It was fun, we chatted about our days, always had a giggle.

When she said she met Harly, I couldn't help but ask, "What did you think?"

"I can see why you got rid of him. I probably shouldn't tell you, but he hit on me. I don't think his new relationship is going to last."

"Flaming figures," I complained, "Did you tell him where you were staying?"

"No, I can't wait to see his face when he comes to pick the kids up. He's going to freak."

That night as we watched some TV, I noticed her rubbing her shoulder. "Do you have a problem?"

"No, my shoulder's just a little sore. I had to help get this big guy off a stretcher and I think I may have strained a muscle."

I slipped behind her on the sofa, and rubbed her shoulders using nice soft squeezes. "I took a course in massage therapy a few years ago. I thought it would be a surprise for Harly. That was a waste of time. All he was interested in was the happy ending part."

Rebecca giggled. "Men, he doesn't know what he was missing out on. This feels divine."

I spread my legs so they slid outside her thighs and concentrated my efforts on below her neck. Working in small circles, I kneaded and massaged, all the while working on her tense areas. I felt the muscles relax, and her soft moans of pleasure sent little tingling waves through my body.

It felt good to have a body in my hands. It did feel a little strange, as this was the first time I had ever actually massaged a woman. Even during my classes, I always ended up with men.

I enjoyed the softer feel of her skin, her tissue. Whereas the men had all been muscular and firm, Becca was softer, her tissue more pliable.

Her soft purrs helped, and I giggled. "Are you enjoying this?"

She turned to look at me, and her cheeks were bright red. "Yes, sorry. I didn't mean to sound creepy."

"Don't be silly, I love that you're enjoying it. I have never massaged a woman before, and I like it. Knowing you enjoy it makes it better."

"Nola, you have magic hands. That feels so nice, and my shoulder feels better already."

"Relax, I'll work a little on both shoulders."

Strangely, I was enjoying this in ways I wasn't expecting. I felt flushed and tingly. As I worked on her shoulders and started on her upper arms, I realised why I felt flushed. I was aroused. That startled me; perhaps it was just the physical contact of another person?

It had been a while since Harly and I had enjoyed any physical contact.

I had to move. I quickly wriggled my way out from behind Becca, excusing myself to go to the ladies.

Phew, I needed to cool down. The thoughts racing through my head were a little naughty. Becca mumbled her thank you, her face still burning.

That night in bed, I couldn't hide my arousal. I hadn't masturbated in a very long time, but at that moment... I couldn't help it. The desire burned inside me. My thighs were already sticky with that desire; god, I could smell it. My fingers quickly worked their way into my slick juicy pussy.

My clit was so swollen; it felt huge as I ran my fingers over it, feeling it wriggle, harden and swell.

My knees came up, and I enjoyed the feel of my fingers deep inside, my thighs squeezing.

What would it feel like, kissing Becca? I couldn't believe the images appearing in my mind. Would it be the same as kissing a man... would it be softer...

"Oh my god..." I scolded myself. I was actually thinking about it, considering it... I mean really?

The next day I felt awkward. I masturbated to a huge orgasm thinking about Becca, and there she was, asking me if I wanted toast with my cereal.

All day I couldn't shake the feelings of embarrassment.

At home, she was already there, had the kids doing homework, snacks made and dinner on the way.

She greeted me with a huge smile, as always. "Hey, Nola. How was your day?" She passed me a cup of my favourite herbal tea. "This will relax you babe...

I sighed deeply replying, "Thanks Becca." Then it hit me. Babe, she called me babe... She never called me anything but by my name... Babe... A little shiver ran through me, and my pulse quickened.

I helped with dinner, sipping on my tea. We talked about our days, the kids came and went. It was a typical evening.

The kids went off to bed, and we relaxed in the lounge watching TV. Becca worked on her laptop on a course she was taking. I couldn't shake the feelings, I needed something to quell my nerves. "Would you like a glass of wine?" I asked.

She glanced at me with a big rosy smile. "I'd love one."

I got us a glass and carried it back to the lounge. We sat side by side on the sofa. She reached over and clinked her glass against mine in a salute.

"Oh heaven, that is fabulous," she said contentedly.

"Oh heck yes." My sigh may have been deeper than hers. "Just what the doctor ordered." I said with a light giggle.

It seemed to break the awkwardness for me, and things returned to normal... With the exception that now I was "Babe..." I got used to it, but it still affected me. Every time I heard it, I tingled inside. My tummy churned. I loved hearing it. I needed that affection, that feeling of intimacy.

Yes it was all going peachy. If it wasn't for those damn dreams..Over the next few weeks, everything seemed to have returned to normal, until the night she rubbed that damn shoulder again...

"Is that shoulder still sore, sweetie?" I asked, thinking, 'What did you just say? I called her sweetie.'

"I was thinking a glass or two of wine might make it feel better," she answered.

Two glasses later she was still rubbing it. "Would you like another massage?" I asked.

She blushed a little, nodding her head in approval. "I would love it, but I don't want you to feel obliged."

"Don't be silly. I have a massage table in the bedroom. Come on, let's do it properly, aye?"

She followed me into my bedroom and helped me unpack the fold up table from the wardrobe.

"Are you sure, Nola?" It was the first sign I had seen of unease in her.

"I don't mind, sweetie, but if you are uncomfortable, we don't have to do it."

"Oh heavens no. I'd love it, I simply didn't want you to feel pressured."

"Nonsense, you take off your top and I'll warm up the oil."

Searching through the assorted oils, I found a bottle of Oriental Musk. I heated it in the microwave and carried it back into the bedroom. Becca stood with her top removed, but held in front of her.

"That smells wonderful," she whispered shyly.

"One of my favourites," I replied. "Climb up on the table, lie on your tummy."

She climbed up, looking totally uncomfortable, her top clutched tightly over her breasts. It wasn't until she was face down that she dropped her fleecy top on the ground.

With my hands coated in the aromatic exotic oil, I started to rub it into her shoulder. I felt how taut her tissue was, how tense she felt. Kneading her muscles, I felt her skin. God it was so smooth, so silky and smooth. It was completely different to Harly. There was no hair, and her skin was so creamy.

I worked wider, including her neck, her other shoulder, her arms, then lower down her back. As I reached her lower back, she purred like a kitten, a soft vibrating.

"Ooooohhhh god," she whispered breathlessly. "Those hands are magical."

I worked up her back, my hands working along her sides. When my hands accidentally rubbed her squashed breasts, she sighed again, a deep intake of breath.

Then, as I worked down her back, I felt the tissue releasing, the muscles relaxing, especially along her lower back, my hands pushing slowly under her track pants.

"I should do your legs as well." I mumbled, not believing I said it.

She lifted her hips, and pushed down with her hands. I helped as she wriggled her hips. With her track pants and panties, yes, I took them off as well.

More oil, and I worked her legs. Starting with her feet, I massaged deep into her insoles, kneading hard, using my knuckles. She squirmed sensuously as she mewed. "Oh god, Babe..."

As I moved away from her feet, my hands worked up her legs. My heart raced crazily. Her legs parted, and I could smell her arousal as I worked her inner thighs. Her skin, so soft and creamy, like soft velvet, trembled. My fingers touched her labia and she moaned, a deep resonating moan of sheer delight.

Each time my hands ventured up her thighs I pushed a little further, and each time, her legs parted a little more. A rush of adrenalin flushed through my body. I had never felt so aroused. Hearing her contentment, seeing her body trembling to my touch.

Getting bolder with every passing second, I let my fingers caress her pouting vagina, the glistening folds moist to my touch.

Her arousal had to be as powerful as mine the way she shuddered, her legs falling further apart.