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Olivia - Part 6
(Kelly Addams)

"What's happening dad?"

Jeff looked up from his newspaper and the hurt was plain to see in his eyes. "What-cha mean son?" he tried to be upbeat.

"What's happening here, in our home, what's happening to our family?"

He studied his son for a moment, the boy was growing up fast, he was maturing beyond his fifteen years. The previous few months had been tough on him. Fuck, they've been tough on all of us he thought as he debated the best way to handle a situation he'd hoped wouldn't have raised its ugly head. At least Susan still seems oblivious he told himself, which is a blessing, I can talk to Glen and he'll understand, but I don't think Susan has the maturity to grasp the situation.

"I agree things have been a little strained around here," he began and saw his son raise a quizzical eyebrow, "But it won't be like this forever. It's the hormones, they play hell with a woman's body, and her moods. And don't forget, your mom has a lot of pressure, looking after us, and the house, and her job, and then on top of all that having a new life growing inside her... even Mother Teresa would get a bit snappy with all that weight on her shoulders."

"I understand that dad," Glen replied, "But it's the things she says, sometimes I think she hates us, all of us, even pressure shouldn't make her want to talk to us the way she does recently, she actually insults us these days. The other morning I heard her calling Susan a blood sucking tick, a parasite that was draining the life out of her. I ask you dad, how could a loving, and stable mother talk to her little girl like that?"

"Trust me, it's just a phase," Jeff said with as much conviction as he could muster, she'd also accused him of draining her life force, "Once her hormones have settled down again we'll get the old mom back... I promise."

And that is a shitty promise to make he sighed as Glen nodded and returned to buttering his toast in silence. But it is hormones, and completely out of the blue she found out that she was pregnant, again, at her time of life... it had to come as one hell of a shock to her, I mean it shocked the shit out of me and I'm not the one facing the morning sickness, and contractions, and delivery, and the sleepless nights filled with wailing and puking and dirty diapers.

No, he told himself, I refuse to believe that there is any problem with our marriage, or our family, she's just stressed and worried for the future.

The future! He laid his newspaper flat and folded it as he debated something that he'd been avoiding. We'll be OK if we tighten our belts. Without Olivia's income their standard of living would be drastically diminished. They had money, in the bank, and invested in bonds, even a little in real estate, just a few dozen acres just outside of town in the middle of nowhere. He'd tried to convince her to sub-divide into parcels for development, to create a little community, but she'd refused claiming that she wanted a place where nature could take over. No farming, no interference, and definitely no development. "It will eventually become a green oasis when the town grows and spreads around it, I want it to remain that way."

 

And when the town grows it will be worth even more he reminded himself, so maybe it was best to play along with her green agenda for a few more years and watch what was happening in that area with interest.

He didn't know how much she had in her bank account, her finances had always been private. Their finances were divided three ways, what he brought in, which is little he acknowledged, what she brings in, which is frustratingly private, and what went into the communal pot. Jeff always glossed over the fact that he probably added less than ten percent to that pot, and he hadn't contributed at all to the family investment plan when Olivia had purchased bonds.

Some of her money is squirrelled away off-shore, he was sure of that. It was two or three years ago he remembered, all that time she spent with the wealth advisor at work. The guy had come into the offices and explained exactly how high net worth individuals could legally side step a little of their tax burden by investing wisely, ethically and most importantly, legally. He'd convinced Olivia to buy a fair-sized tranche of government bonds, but Jeff also suspected that she had a separate, higher risk portfolio.

And many men would see her unwillingness to discuss her other financial affairs with deep suspicion. Jeff didn't want to admit, especially to himself, that he was just too lazy to dig any deeper, so he simply accepted what she told him, and let his inbuilt apathy dismiss any other thoughts or doubts.

She also has a savings policy he reminded himself, but that didn't mature until she reached the age of fifty. It was going to be one hell of a lump sum, but it's still thirteen or fourteen years away he conceded, and that was a very long time to wait.

He considered his own business, then smiled. It wasn't a business, it was more like a hobby. I suppose I could try to improve it, but why bother, at least not yet. She'll keep working for another three or four months, then after that a little bit of maternity leave, then maybe after another six to eight weeks we'll get a nanny, then she can go back to work, and everything will be fine... everything will return to normal.

Normal?

What is normal?

I used to think it was getting up in the morning, having breakfast with my loving wife, then heading out to the car lot where I could lounge in my office and watch all the hot chicks walking past on the street outside. He'd seen some stunning babes over the years, the type of girl that made him wish that he was twenty years younger, and no longer balding.

I wonder if that life will ever return? He sighed again causing Glen to glance up at him.

He held up his hand and lied, "I was just thinking about the best rib-eye steak I ever had, down in Louisiana," Glen nodded, "One day, when you're older I'll take you there."

Glen smiled as though he'd heard it all before... and they both continued their breakfast in silence.

Yeah, what I could do to those firm young bottoms, he suppressed a grin as he

 

remembered some of the girls he'd held in fantasy. And there had been more than a few, usually secretaries working in the big offices down town. Their attire always hit him right in the crotch, white blouse, short black skirt and stockings, that look always sent blood coursing to fill and stiffen his shrivelled cock.

He'd even been friendly with a few, engaging them in conversation as they headed to the diner on the corner for lunch. Some had been polite but distant, but two or three had made it patently clear that they were willing to take their friendship to the next level. Of course Jeff saw through them, what eighteen or nineteen year old intern was really going to get into a serious relationship with a man more than twice her age. The type that wants to be a mistress, set up in an apartment with a credit card and all the trimmings. And they see me as a business owner, the type of guy who can afford to keep them as a side chick.

How little they knew he thought as he considered himself. I'm an older male version of them, the difference is I already secured my meal ticket. And that is probably why I never allowed things to go any further he told himself, then thought deeper. He had always told himself that it was out of love and respect for his wife that he declined incredible sex with those fresh and very hot teens, every middle-aged man's fantasy literally laid out on a plate for him.

But was it really love that made me back off? Or was it fear?

If I had fucked them, and it had become common knowledge I know she'd have kicked me out on my ass in a second... and no more Olivia equates to no more cushy life. I'd have to start actually sweating and putting effort into earning a living. Fuck, she'd cut me off without a cent. That was a fact that he couldn't dispute, you didn't cheat on one of the areas most feared lawyers and expect to walk away from the marriage with anything more than bruises.

I'd be homeless and penniless, and what the car lot brings in wouldn't keep me the way I enjoy. I'd end up living in a cheap, grotty apartment in the black side of town, eating take-out food, and taking my dirty clothes to a laundromat. He shuddered, especially at the horrifying thought of not being able to afford anything better than a small place in the areas where the blacks lived. My subconscious knew all of this, even if my conscious mind glossed it over and kept me faithful for the sake of love.

He'd once heard someone say, after getting caught in the wrong bed, with the wrong wife, that, "A standing prick has no conscience." And he was suddenly very grateful that he had such a well-developed subconscious.

Because one slip and I'd be fucked... and in a heartbeat I'd lose... all of this.