worth a thousand words | Yalı Çapkını - SeyFer

4

It had been a very busy week for the Korhans.

Seyran had been preparing for a new collection launch while Ferit has been leading an M&A deal for the holding company. 

Both of them worked long hours during the day and would spend their evenings with their laptops open or phones stuck to their ear.

Seyran, who is now in her second trimester, couldn't imagine doing all this in the earlier months of pregnancy.  In her first trimester, she had dealt with all-around-the-clock nausea, fatigue, and generally just aches and pains. The moment she entered her second trimester, she felt like a new person. She no longer had bouts of nausea, nor did she experience that all-consuming fatigue (that would put her to sleep almost the moment she sits down on any surface), on the contrary, she has all this energy inside her. 

It was truly something that never failed to amaze Ferit; all these changes and developments in Seyran were so fascinating to him. He loved reading aloud the pregnancy books they've collected and comparing the texts there with Seyran's actual symptoms. 

"Yaa Seyran, the book says you're going to start producing milk soon!"

Seyran almost choked on the strawberry she was happily munching. She whipped her head towards her husband, who was reclining casually against their headboard, and stared wide-eyed at him.

"Yes, hear this, "..milk production begins around the 16th week of pregnancy". Well that's where you are now, right? Do you feel any difference?"

Ferit innocently glanced downwards at Seyran's breasts. She was wearing a satin camisole that had a deep V-cut, allowing her cleavage to be visible for Ferit's eyes. 

Ferit placed the book on his lap and, with one hand,  reaching towards one of Seyran's breasts. Seyran felt herself warm up at his touch. It doesn't matter how many times Ferit has touched, held, and caressed her body, she always reacts this way towards him. 

Ferit gently cupped Seyran's left breast and gently lifted it while looking at it with such a pensive look. 

"Hmm.. it's definitely heavier than a few weeks ago."

"W-what? How do you know that?"

"C'mon Seyran, I'm your husband. I know  your body."

Touche.

Then with his other hand, Ferit also lifted Seyran's right breast. Seyran shivered at his touch. Ferit still looked thoughtful and is seemingly trying to weigh both breasts. 

If Seyran wasn't so turned on right now she would throw back her head and laugh. Why is Ferit weighing her like he's weighing two pieces of fruits in the fresh produce aisle at the supermarket?!

"My love, I think the left one is heavier. Perhaps there is already more milk there."

Ferit proudly smiled at his wife's breasts and gently released her.  He mentally patted himself on the back for a job well done. He likes knowing these things about Seyran's pregnancy. It filled him with pride and gratitude that he can experience all of this with his wife.  

Then he glanced up and saw the blown-out pupils in Seyran's eyes.

"..Seyran, you-"

Ferit hadn't even managed to finish his question when Seyran all but pounced on his lap and started pushing off his pajama top. 

That's another thing she's discovered in her second trimester- her sex drive has increased and her husband- whether it's morning, noon, or night- always seems so fuckable in her eyes.