Chapter 8
Iwan
Sophia was bent over the wedding menu as I entered the salon. She didn’t seem to have heard me, and I closed the door quietly so as not to alert her to my presence. For a moment I just stood there and sucked in her sight. The last four weeks she had taken on a little bit more weight and her curves were almost as soft and round as before. But if it were up to me, it would soon be much rounder. We were working on our first child and I couldn’t wait for it to finally work out. And what was the best way to get your wife pregnant as soon as possible? – Lots of s*x, of course. I had no problem taking her four or five times a day, and thankfully, Sophia was not complaining. This morning I had taken her in bed from behind, then again standing in the shower. Now it was early aftern
