After giving birth, I went to the hospital for postpartum recovery. I never expected the doctor responsible for my breast care to be my sister’s husband! And his way of care felt… a bit off. I was a campus beauty during my university days, known for my good looks and great figure. After marrying my husband, Jason Terry, I worried about losing my shape, so I was reluctant to have kids. But when I accidentally got pregnant, I hesitated for a long time and finally decided to keep the baby. Not long after giving birth, driven by my desire to regain my figure, I hurried to the hospital for postpartum recovery. I signed up for numerous programs, including breast care, hoping to restore my pre-pregnancy condition as quickly as possible. What I never dreamed of was that the person in charge of this program turned out to be my sister’s husband, Colin Firth! I couldn’t fathom why a man would be assigned to such a project. When I asked the nurse, she explained that the hospital had gone to great lengths to hire this specialist, and getting an appointment with him was a coveted opportunity many competed for. Before I could think it through, the impatient nurse pushed me into the consultation room. I had seen pictures of Colin before—fair-skinned and handsome, bearing a slight resemblance to my first boyfriend. “Lie down.” Colin’s voice was very gentle. I touched the edge of my mask nervously, guessing he hadn’t recognized me. Gathering my courage, I lay down flat. The mere thought of his hands moving over my breasts made me flush with embarrassment. Still, the allure of being treated by a “specialist” ultimately outweighed my discomfort with his identity. “Take off your bra and lift your shirt,” he instructed, his gaze meeting mine. Our eyes locked, and my heart started racing. “C-can I not take it off?” I was still very nervous, and I stuttered when I spoke. “If you don’t, how can I provide care?” His response made me feel like I was overreacting. “Should I call someone else then?” “N-no, that’s not necessary!” Though I agreed, my hands clung tightly to my shirt. My sister, Erin Andrews, had married Colin just three days after meeting him. My parents and I had only ever seen his photos. I worried that if we formally met later on and he recognized me, it would be beyond awkward for both of us. But remembering what the nurse said, I reluctantly followed his instructions. As he approached and stood beside me, regret washed over me. But it was too late. “Let’s begin,” he said. His hands, fair and slender, pressed against the edge of my breast with a soft, comforting touch. I closed my eyes tightly, trying to block out my spiraling thoughts. His hands moved across both breasts—pushing, kneading, and pressing. I could even hear faint popping sounds. That happened when he gripped firmly, slid to the top, and suddenly released.
After I got pregnant, Jason didn’t have sex with me. He was afraid of hurting the baby. Even after I gave birth, Jason had been away on business trips for a long time, and we still hadn’t been intimate. My breasts were my most sensitive area, and now, being handled so freely by a man other than my husband, my long-neglected body couldn’t help but respond. I felt my face flush with shame, burning hot. To ease my tension, Colin started chatting with me softly. “Coming for breast care now is perfect timing! If you wait another two months, they’ll sag badly. Your shape is ideal. It would be such a shame to ruin it.” I gripped the bedsheet tightly, biting my lip without replying. “Relax, completely let go! That’ll make the treatment more effective.” A cool sensation spread from his palms. He must have used some essential oil or something similar. “Imagine yourself lying on a sunlit beach, enjoying a perfect sunbath…” That part of me was being kneaded, squeezed, and pressed in circles. The feeling was utterly mortifying. Yet, at the same time, it felt unbelievably good! I started to imagine that the man with the alluring masculine scent in front of me was my husband, and to my horror, I let out a soft hum. I thought, “Oh no! What am I even thinking? Does Colin notice I’m having improper thoughts?” He seemed accustomed to such situations and smiled reassuringly, “It’s alright, this is a normal reaction. Trust in my professionalism!” For some reason, Jason’s face appeared in my mind. I wondered, “What if he finds out the person doing my breast care is Colin? How would he react? And my sister, what will she think?” From childhood, she had always been more outstanding than me, surpassing me in everything. If she knew her husband was doing this to me, would she faint from rage? Strangely, I suddenly found the situation exhilarating. A sense of taboo, almost like an affair, surged through my brain. I sneaked a glance at Colin through narrowed eyes. Even after giving birth, my figure was still as good as ever. I couldn’t help but wonder what his reaction was. Up close, I realized he resembled my first love even more, especially with his focused, captivating gaze. When his hand lifted slightly, it brushed unintentionally against the inside of my thigh. That tiny contact instantly ignited a deeply suppressed fire within me. My entire body felt like it was heating up uncontrollably, so much that I trembled slightly.
I was startled by my own reaction. I thought, “What’s happening? How desperate must I be to react like this? And it’s not like Colin is trying to seduce me. He just accidentally touched me.” The shame that had barely subsided came rushing back, and I shut my eyes tightly again. “It’s alright, don’t be nervous!” He seemed to read my thoughts, his gentle voice tinged with a slight smile. Jason burdened with work stress lately, hadn’t spoken to me so tenderly in a long time. “If only Jason could be as gentle as Colin,” I thought. For some reason, I found myself hoping Colin’s hand would move downward, across my belly, and keep going… “I must be losing my mind! “How could I have such crazy thoughts? “He’s my sister’s husband!” I scolded myself. But the more I tried to suppress it, the stronger the thought grew, like wild grass after the rain. I imagined Colin kissing me, caressing my entire body, holding me tightly in his arms, giving me more passion and warmth. The desire overwhelmed me, and I couldn’t stop myself from letting out another soft hum, my body twisting slightly like a little snake. Amid my chaotic thoughts, I heard a strange sound. What was it? It sounded like… a zipper being pulled down! “Is it my imagination? Why does it seem so real?” I asked myself inwardly. No, it wasn’t a hallucination. The warm touch of fingers grazing the edge of my waistband was unmistakable. It was deliberate, provocative, teasing… I froze, my scalp tingling as I abruptly opened my eyes. “You’re very tense here, right at your abdomen! Relax, don’t be so uptight!” He explained seriously, his eyes devoid of any inappropriate expression. I felt my face burn as if it were on fire. So it was all in my head. I couldn’t help but feel a twinge of disappointment. I had secretly hoped he would do something improper, but he hadn’t. A deeper wave of shame washed over me, threatening to drown me completely. I asked myself, “How could I think like this? If Jason and Erin found out I had such thoughts about Colin, what would they think of me? “I’m terrible!” I tried to regain my composure, but Colin’s movements became even gentler and quicker, his rhythm more deliberate. I could even hear his faint, steady breathing. “He must be tired. Yes, that must be it! He’s so professional, and there’s no way he’d have improper thoughts about me,” I thought. Then, I felt a cool sensation below, and something had flowed out of me. Afraid he’d notice, I clenched the waistband of my pants, only for his hand to gently brush mine aside. His hand moved lower along my abdomen, inching downward… My heart pounded wildly as if ready to leap out of my throat. Just a little further down, he’d touch that place. “Turn over. I’ll do the hip care next.” I froze, my voice trembling as I asked, “You’re doing the hip care too?” “Yes.” I don’t know if I imagined it, but his voice seemed to lose its earlier calmness. It even quivered a bit. Especially when I turned over and lay face down, I distinctly heard him suck in a sharp breath. Jason had always said I had a perfect peach-shaped bottom, the kind no man could resist. Colin started working, his hands moving in soft strokes, massaging with a rhythm that alternated between fast and slow. An unbearable itch crept over me, and I unconsciously arched my hips upward. The cool breeze from the air conditioner brushed against me, an oddly refreshing sensation. What a humiliating posture this was! It was as if my body was silently inviting him. My mind was a jumbled mess, yet deep down, a tiny spark of anticipation lingered. His hands didn’t stop. If anything, his movements slowed down even more, dragging the moment out until I started to grow restless. I was terrified he’d suddenly stop. “Don’t…” The word slipped out before I could stop myself, shocking even me. “Don’t what?” Colin’s voice was laced with confusion. That only made me feel more ashamed. Here Colin was, performing postpartum recovery care on me, and yet my thoughts had strayed so far. Worse, I was even enjoying it. I scolded myself silently, convinced I was being utterly unreasonable. I felt a wave of exhaustion wash over me and began to lower my body back down. But before I could, Colin suddenly gripped my waist from behind, his warm fingers pressing lightly into my skin. “What does he mean by that?” I wondered. Before I could figure it out, my body betrayed me again, more liquid shamefully pooling below. What should I do? I was losing my mind! Right in front of Colin… One of his hands freed itself and, trembling slightly, slipped between my legs. His fingers moved with a gentle touch, stroking, teasing, as if testing my resolve. Then, suddenly, his fingertip brushed against the moisture and began to probe gently inside. My mind went completely blank. “Is this… part of the hip care process? No, it can’t be!” I thought. Yet I made no move to resist. I knew I had truly gone mad. But my body was too lonely, too starved. With him behind me, out of my line of sight, I could almost fool myself into believing he was just a stranger. Not someone who looked like the man I had once loved. Certainly not Colin. I told myself, “If he doesn’t say anything and I don’t say anything, who would ever know? “Just this once.” The wild, forbidden thrill sent a rush through me, making every nerve in my body come alive. Suddenly, Colin flipped me over, his breathing heavy, his eyes glinting with an unfamiliar intensity. “Beth, can’t hold back anymore, can you?” I was panicking. Beth was my nickname, used only by my parents and Erin. Colin had recognized me! Panic surged through me, and I wanted to pull away. But Colin had already undone his belt. His ragged breathing filled the air as he pushed into me…
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