Insatiable Desire

  “Honey…we haven’t done it for 2 months.” I leaned in shyly and touched my husband, Matthew.    He grunted as he turned to look at my swollen belly. “It’s not good for the baby. You’re due in just a few months.”   “No! No, no! But I want to do it! Even the book said it was fine!” Feeling disgruntled, I stroked Matthew’s length and even felt him react.    He glared at me and my hands were pushed away.   “Honey, I really want it.” My body felt hot. Despite his reluctance, I took his hand and slid it downward.    “Honey, can you feel how much I want you?” When I felt how near his hand was, I could not help releasing a breathy gasp.  Lately, my body was strangely sensitive. The smallest stimulation made me feel wildly hot and bothered, and I had no way to control it.   “Ciara Hanley! Why are you acting like this?!” Matthew scolded me sternly before his hand could touch me where I wanted it to.   I was startled by that. Seeing his unhappy expression left a bitter taste in my mouth.  My belly grew larger by the day, but he only grew more estranged.    “My younger brother, Michael, will be staying with us for a while. It’ll be more convenient for him to commute to school from here. When you have time, tidy up the guest room for him.” Matthew then lay down and went to sleep.    “Alright,” I answered quietly. Just as I was about to lean against him to sleep myself, he suddenly scooted aside.    I smiled sadly. In the end, there was nothing I could do except endure the loneliness.    I thought of playing with myself. But I glanced at my husband beside me, afraid he would catch me in the act and call me shameless.    I debated for a long time and fell asleep at some point. When I woke up again, it was already light outside.    I felt around beside me absently. It was empty; he was gone. All of a sudden, I was wide awake. He had left without me realizing it.  I smiled bitterly. When I checked the clock, it was already 8! I was going to be late for work!   I rushed out of the bedroom and saw breakfast already on the table. There was also a note:   “I didn’t want to wake you since you were sleeping so soundly. I already called your work for a day off, so just relax at home today!”   I was abruptly flooded with happiness. When the fluttering in my heart settled down, I was struck by overwhelming boredom.   Suddenly, I remembered I was due for a prenatal care appointment—was it supposed to be a few days ago?   I always went with Matthew for my previous appointments, but he had an important conference today. It would be too late to get him now. I thought about it for a while and called for a cab. I decided to go by myself.    It was a weekday so there were few people in the maternity hospital.    The doctor on duty today, Dr. Rainn, was a man in his 30s or 40s. He was quite charismatic, a bit like the handsome celebrities on television and turned heads.    “Your vitals are all normal. Please lie on the table over there for the ultrasound.” The doctor’s head was lowered and he spoke while jotting down notes.    His voice was magnetic and gentle, addictively so. I was unwittingly entranced by it. That is, until he lifted his head and locked eyes with me.    He smiled.    “Do you have any other questions, Mrs. Hanley?” That was when I realized I had fallen into a daze. My face burned and I said, “No.” Then I took off my shoes and lay down on the examination table.   “The heels of your shoes are a bit high. It’s best if you wear flat soles in the future,” the doctor advised in a considerate manner and winked at me good-naturedly.    It was like receiving an electrical shock!   The man had an inexplicable appeal. His profile was that of a mature man - smooth, chiseled, with a light stubble. His every move exuded the s*x appeal of an older man—especially in his mannerisms. His eyes were capable of a profound gaze that seemed to harbor stories. It made other young men seem unremarkable.  “Thank you. I’ll keep that in mind.”   When I snuck a glance at him, my body started heating up for some reason.  Even my breathing became ragged. The door was closed. I inched forward, ever so slightly, toward his tall,sturdy figure. My heart was pounding.    His eyes suddenly landed on me. My stomach dropped and I hastily withdrew my gaze. I did not dare to meet his eyes.  I had always been conservative. Since I married, I rarely engaged with members of the opposite s*x. I did not know what possessed me today to have these thoughts.    As Dr. Rainn placed the transducer on my stomach, his fingers touched my skin. I felt the heat rising in my lower body. I clenched my thighs and shut my eyes.    He was looking at me so intently. He must have noticed how strangely I was behaving.    Why was I like this? From a simple touch?   “Have you experienced any discomfort recently?” Dr. Rainn studied the scans on the monitor, looking very professional. His head was drooping, he looked like a painting in profile. His high set nose and his chin formed a perfect slope.  He turned to face me, and I seemed to see brilliant sparkles in his eyes. “For example, swelling and tenderness of the breasts?”   I was dazed for a moment. Then I recalled my breasts’ changes during this period. I could not help feeling embarrassed as I nodded. “A…a little bit.”   “I see…” He nodded.    Then, without warning, a pair of large hands landed on my bosom.   Shock rippled through my body, causing my hair to stand on end, followed by an extremely pleasant feeling.    I felt him pressing lightly. This triggered a surge of lust in me and a moan slipped out.    No! This is wrong!   I wanted to push the doctor away, but when I saw his unfaltering, serious expression, I wondered: Was I thinking too much?   I was already reacting. The slickness and the heat were unbearable.    “Does this hurt?” Dr. Rainn smiled and pressed down. I felt his fingers trembling slightly.    He looked at me and leaned over, just a bit. The slight bulge in his pants happened to brush against my outer thigh. It was hard to tell if this was intentional.  As his fingers sank deeper into the soft flesh of my chest, another wave of pleasure came over me that made it hard to breathe. Under this double stimulation, I let out another whimper.  “It hurts a bit…” My body was quivering faintly.    Yes, there was pain but there was pleasure, too. His fingers sparked tiny shocks wherever they touched me, creating a rising surge of excitement that threatened to peak, then receded again.  This was a feeling I had not felt in a long time. I closed my eyes. My face was definitely flushed.    The next instant, my top was being unbuttoned, one after another. I felt my breasts freed, and there was a breeze of cold air.   “What are you doing?” My eyes flew open and I looked at him in shock.    “I’m checking if there’re any plugged ducts. For future appointments, please wear looser clothing,” said Dr. Rainn gently and picked up the transducer to scan my breasts.    Ah, it was for the examination. I had been expecting to be played with. Where had such shameless thoughts come from?   I willed myself to calm down and allowed the instrument in his hand to roam across my chest.    The icy instrument was followed by the doctor’s warm palm. Desire reared its head again. My eyes were glued to his lips, his Adam's apple and his hand.    The skirt I wore was in disarray. While I was squirming, it had crept upward. I thought I caught, or only imagined, the doctor sneaking glances at it.    Although pregnant, I had confidence in my figure. I practiced yoga regularly, my skin was smooth, and I took pride in my long and slender legs.    Back then, my husband had been crazy about my legs. There were countless nights when he needed to touch them to fall asleep, and he forbade me from wearing skirts shorter than knee-length. Suddenly, I felt a sharp burst of pain and yelped.    Before I could cover my mouth, Dr. Rainn smiled, “You’ve already started lactating. Remember to wear looser clothing in the future.”   What? I already have breast milk?   I looked down at my breasts, stunned and amazed. A stream of liquid was trickling down from each n****e.  I was lactating in front of a strange man. I hurriedly closed my top in embarrassment and glanced at the doctor.  There was a strange feeling in my body. When I noticed that he was still looking at me, my face heated up.    I had a loving husband. How could I act like this?   I felt shy, but at the same time, frustrated. Suddenly, I felt a clear swelling sensation within me,like my nerves were being pulled. My chest began to feel hot.  Ah…I couldn’t help moaning.    Milk sprayed uncontrollably, even splattering on the doctor, staining his spotless white coat…