Chapter 5: A Different Side to Anderson

I hadn’t been home long when my phone rang, and I could see it was Ruth. “Hi, Ruth,” I said, but all I got in return was heartfelt sobbing. “Ruth, what’s wrong? Where are you? I’ll come and get you. Please ... talk to me.”

More sobbing before she spoke between deep sobs. “I’ve left him ... can I ... can I please ... stay ... at your place ... tonight?”

“Of course you can. You’re more than welcome. Shall I come and get you?”

“No ... no ... I’ll be there in about ... thirty minutes.”

What the hell had happened since I left? Ruth sounded so distraught. I was anxious and stood on the street waiting for her to arrive, and as soon as she got out of her car, I opened my arms to cuddle her. She cried uncontrollably until my dress felt damp as her tears flowed freely. I must have cuddled her for twenty minutes before she stopped. “You’re such a good friend, and I didn’t know what I would have done If I couldn’t have reached out to you.”

Ruth got several bags from her car, and I helped carry them to my apartment, and once inside, I asked, “Do you feel like telling me what has gone wrong? Have I contributed to your split?”

After a few more sniffles, she composed herself. “It’s a long story. And no, you haven’t contributed to Jake and me splitting up.

“We’ve been married for five years, and three years ago, I received a call from the police advising Jake was in Royal Perth Hospital after being badly beaten up. At first, he said nothing to me or the police. But after continually pushing him, he broke down, finally admitting he had a gambling problem and was in debt to a ruthless gang for ten grand.”

I let out a gasp and covered my mouth with my hand. “Oh, I’m so sorry to hear that.”

“That’s life. I bailed him out with the help of Anderson, who gave me a loan, and in two months, I will have paid it back. Jake promised me faithfully that he would never ever go back to gambling. He promised me. Then this afternoon, after you left, he asked me to get twenty grand so he could pay off his new debt. I couldn’t take it anymore, and I lost it. I mean, I could be pregnant, and there is no way in hell that I want my baby to grow up with all that mistrust. I couldn’t handle it and told him we’re through.”

“It sounds like you’ve had a terrible time. What can I do to help?”

“Nothing, but you’re helping me by listening. You’re a good friend, Anita.”

“Thanks, but the most important person at the moment is you. Can I get you a drink, coffee, or wine if you like? It’s well past wine-o’clock.”

Ruth had a smile on her face at the suggestion of having a wine. “I’ll have a wine, thanks. If you’re having one.”

“After the afternoon you’ve had, you deserve several wines ... Oh, wait a minute ... sorry, I shouldn’t have offered you a wine, should I? You may be pregnant.”

“Oh, shit, you’re right. I’ll have to keep my wits about me, make mine a coffee, please.”

“Two coffee’s coming up.”

I made the coffee and gave Ruth hers. Then I sat down with mine.

“Anita, this may be a difficult question, but how long can I stay here? I mean, I’m not going back to Jake, no way. It may take some time for me to find a flat or unit to rent, leaving me stonybroke. With the money I have to put towards the mortgage, car and his gambling loan, I’ll have bugger all left.”

“You can stay with me for as long as it takes to get your life sorted, no worries.”

“Thank you. You are so kind.”

“Do you think you and Jake will get back together?”

“No way. He’s fucked up big time. Putting us further in debt, and how he spoke to us earlier this afternoon. I couldn’t believe my ears. I reckon there’s more going on with his gambling problem, and I’d love to know what it is. I’ll wait twelve months, then file for divorce.”

“I don’t want to intrude, but has he been violent towards you?”

“No, no violence.”

“Would you like to find out where Jake goes and what he does? I can ask Mr Gorey for a favour and put a PI on his tail for a week or so.”

“Yes, I’d love to find out what he’s doing, but I can’t let you ask your boss for a favour for me, surely?”

“You said you will get divorced in twelve months. Let me speak to Mr Gorey and our divorce lawyer. Amber’s PI can get the low down and keep it on file, and I’ll get you a discounted rate if you go through our firm. What do you think?”

“Thank you, that’s a great offer. Let me think about it. I’m so worried about my finances, and I’m so scared of losing everything. I’ve lost my husband, and we’ll have to sell our home. I’m sorry, but I’m not coping well right now.”

Ruth started to cry again, and I cuddled her. I stroked her hair and face until she stopped crying. She looked up at me and kissed me, and I responded. The tips of our tongues tickled one another, but I quickly broke off, as I didn’t want to take advantage of her in her fragile state of mind.

“Hey, shall I put a couple of pizzas in the oven? It’s almost seven thirty?” I asked.

“Sure, but after we’ve eaten, will you hold and kiss me again?”

“I’m not sure that’s a good idea; I don’t want to take advantage of you when you are so vulnerable and coming to grips with your split from Jake. You know I love you, but would it be appropriate for me to kiss and cuddle you? Things may get out of hand, and you know what that would lead to.”

“Is that so bad? Wouldn’t you like me in your bed again? We don’t have Jake to worry about now, so why not?”

We ate our pizza, laughed and joked around. It looked as though Ruth had perked up and was almost back to her old self when she said, “Shall we go to bed? And which room will I be in?”

I teased her when I said, “I have a spare room, or...”

“I know. I can sleep with you.”

“Exactly what I was going to say.”

Ruth seemed content at the moment, but I was reticent about letting her sleep with me. She’s drop-dead gorgeous. I knew I wouldn’t be able to keep my hands or mouth off her. Despite knowing she could be vulnerable.

We went to my room and kissed for a while as we stood, gently running our hands over each other’s bodies. Mmmm, Ruth’s lips were so soft and tender. My nipples stiffened under my dress as our kissing intensified. I broke the kiss, then grabbed the hem of her oversized t-shirt, lifting it over her head, revealing her perfect skin. I quickly unfastened her bra, and she let the straps slide down her arms, revealing her perfect breasts with small, hard pink nipples.

Ruth fell onto the bed, and I ran my tongue over each nipple before moving down to her G-string, slowly lowering it down her legs, her pussy lips covered in sticky secretion as Ruth’s tangy aroma filled my nostrils.

My tongue lapped at her sex, licking her juice into my mouth as I felt my pussy leaking onto my thigh. Ruth moaned as I lapped at her pussy, before spreading her lips with my thumbs, her pink inner walls glistening in the bedroom light. My tongue attacked her clit as I put two fingers up her sopping, wet box.

“Oh, yes. I need this,” Ruth whispered. She held my head against her sex while I finger fucked her and lashed her clit with my tongue, licking around her sensitive pleasure button for a while before her pussy flooded with cum as I brought her to orgasm.

I removed my dress, uncovering my naked body, and she smiled at me as she moved up the bed and rested her head on a pillow. My eyes devoured this sexy goddess as she lay with her legs slightly open, her engorged pussy lips glistening with cum. Her firm, lush breasts with hardened buds beckoning me to suck as much tit flesh as I could into my mouth.

I slowly crawled up the bed until my mouth reached her breasts, as my arms held my body above the object of my desire, my legs between hers, grinding my pubic mound against Ruth’s as I lowered my mouth onto her right breast, greedily sucking as much boob into my mouth as I could then I pulled back and let it plop out. I moved to her left and did the same, but also lifted her left leg, maneuvering between her open thighs, until we were scissoring, and I continued to grind my pussy against hers.

Ruth responded by thrusting her muff against mine as we continued tribbing, covering each other in our love juice as I alternately sucked on her breasts.

After releasing Ruth’s leg, I fell on top of her with my hands on her breasts, squeezing and tweaking her nipples. My eager mouth searched for hers, and we kissed with heated passion. My hands were in her hair as she wrapped her arms around my back, squashing our breasts together. Our hips grinding against each other, as we moaned into each other’s mouths as we continued French kissing.

I broke our kiss, rolled off Ruth, and kneeled between her legs, quickly putting two fingers into her hot box and began to finger fuck her again. I leaned forward to resume our kissing, and she raised her head to meet mine as her hands grabbed my breasts before tweaking my nipples. I was jamming my fingers in and out of her as she broke our kiss and began to moan as another orgasm hit her.

Sitting on my haunches, I looked at her, and by the look on her face, she was sated and didn’t have a care in the world, which made me so happy. I wanted to get her off and not worry about me.

We lay next to one another, cuddling, until Ruth’s breathing became slow and deep, letting me know she was fast asleep.

The following day was Sunday, and we lazed around for a while. Ruth looked shell-shocked, and maybe the reality of yesterday had hit home, and I chose not to ask any difficult questions. Before lunch, I said, “It looks like you need some cheering up. Why don’t we do what girls like to do and go shopping? Then, I’ll buy lunch. And hopefully, that will put a smile on your face.”

“Do I look that bad?”

“No, you look great but unhappy, and I want to cheer you up.”

“Thanks. Are you my fairy godmother?”

“Yes, and a lot more. Let’s get changed and go out.”

We had a reasonable day out, but it didn’t help when Jake called, demanding all sorts of things but mostly money. I told her not to answer his calls for a while, and I was tempted to ask her again if she wanted me to arrange for one of our PIs to follow him, but I didn’t for fear of causing her more upset.

It was back to our regular routine on Monday, and I received a belly full of cum from Anderson before starting work. I took it upon myself to ask Mr Gorey if there was anything we could do to investigate Jake Asquith.

He said he wouldn’t do it for free but would give Ruth a seventy-five per cent discount if she put the divorce business our way. I agreed, knowing I was paying and not telling her until later.

The next three weeks flew by, and Ruth had daily phone calls from Jake, usually resulting in a shouting match ending with her crying. I blew Anderson every morning without getting into any more trouble, and Amber presented me with the PI’s findings about Jake.

Today was the last Friday of the month, and I had to present myself to Anderson for his perverted pleasure. I felt uneasy all day about what he may do, but I hadn’t crossed swords with him these past three weeks, so I hoped I would get off lightly.