Episode 51

Gavril

I stared at my wife, wondering what was going on in that pretty head of hers. When I had left her asleep in her bed, I hadn’t expected her to wake. It seemed that Naomi was now more tired than ever these days, something that I had immediately looked up online to make sure it was normal for pregnant women to be that way.

Hell, I did more internet searches these days than I ever had, finding myself worried about each little change in Naomi.

I didn’t think this was part of the searches I had done. Never had Naomi asked me to fuck her before, and I wasn’t about to turn her down.

I couldn’t tell her no, even if somebody pressed a gun to my head.

My fingers found the buttons on the shirt she was wearing—my shirt—and I worked to loosen them quickly, baring the breasts that I had touched hours before. These days they seemed fuller, her nipples taking on a darker rose color than before.

I fucking loved them. I couldn’t wait to watch Naomi swell with my child, to watch her figure become