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Olivia - Part Two
(Kelly Addams)

Olivia thought that time would drag as she waited for Thursday to come around, but one pending hearing was brought forward, and suddenly her work life was filled to the rim and close to overflowing. It took her mind off pregnancy, it almost took her mind off Russell and his massive black cock... almost. Frequently, as she sifted through very dry law books her mind would drift and her nipples would harden dramatically. She was hunting for previous rulings that would bolster her own case, even technicalities and loopholes. But amidst all of her professionalism Russell would enter her thought unbidden, and that would be the end of her concentration for a while. She would break for coffee or take a walk, anything to divert her thoughts away from the craving that was slowly beginning to control her.

Often she would dig her nails into the palm of her hand as she demanded that she focus. It had worked a few times, but not when she was at the level of dripping pussy horny, then the only way to rid herself of frustration was to slip into the ladies wash room and using her nails on her swollen clit, force herself to climax. The orgasm that had threatened to tear her apart was also the catalyst for change, with sexual release her mind cleared and focus returned, and I'm able to concentrate again she thought as she washed her hands and headed back to her corner office. For a few moments she would stand at the wide window and gaze out over the city. I love this view she thought, but considering what I'm planning it probably won't be mine for very much longer. 

Some months previously she'd visited the family doctor, and he had commented that the tests he'd done, to check her compatibility with a new brand of contraception pills he had wanted to prescribe, had revealed that she was incredibly fertile, far more fertile that a woman in her late thirties would usually be. For some strange reason Olivia hadn't started the new pills, fate she decided, but at the time she'd reasoned that she didn't have sex with Jeff any more, maybe once in a blue moon, so why stress about contraception, and if she really wanted him to fuck her then condoms were a very satisfactory solution.

Did I avoid starting them because my subconscious knew I would have an affair?

Did my heart know that I wanted another baby? A baby fathered by a man other than my husband?

Did I already know that my marriage was ending?

"Because it is ending." she whispered, there was nothing surer. I could never go back to Jeff now, even if Russell ran away. I've experienced something amazing and incredible, so why on Earth would I ever want to return to the mundane?

And what I'm considering, she circled back to her original thought. One maternity leave would be tolerated, frowned upon but still tolerated, every lawyer there understood that when a woman was pregnant her civil rights increased dramatically... pregnant employees were virtually untouchable. But multiple pregnancies, she shook her head, that would be a different matter. She knew that the other partners would find ways to legally edge her out, and she didn't blame them, what use was a lawyer who never went to court?

So that is also something that I have to consider. Olivia was financially secure because when she started to earn big bucks she'd been introduced to a financial advisor who had presented a savings scheme that would guarantee her future. In effect she had stopped putting all of her spare cash into the communal family pot and started squirrelling money away into an investment portfolio. That portfolio had been managed well, and over the years it had grown considerably. 

So, in theory, if I stopped work now, I could still live very comfortably off the interest. 

"And I think that's what I'll probably have to do." she whispered to herself, because I don't think I want any other life now... it will be me, Russell... and our babies, lots and lots of babies.

"But I'm not quite ready to hand in my notice just yet," she chuckled as she looked at her vast mahogany desk, "I've still got plenty of mega wealthy scum bags to pay me handsomely for keeping them on the outside, rather than facing years of wearing orange pyjamas covered in arrows.

She checked the time and smiled, in less than half an hour she'd be sitting behind the wheel of her people carrier, the vehicle that she used for the commute to work, more van than car it could seat seven easily. This was the "Soccer-Mom Mobile," something that she'd never been but she found that the overall look tended to make new prosecution lawyers underestimate her. But beside that benefit it also exuded normalcy, and that was what was needed when having an affair, and even more so when going to a clinic that specialised in all things maternal. A woman in a people carrier turned very few heads, but a sexy platinum blonde arriving in a top of the range Porsche would set a few tongues wagging.