The Strange Lactation Therapist

In the bedroom, I am being manipulated into various positions. A strange man reaches out toward me and fondles my body roughly with his callused hands.

He leans in closer and tells me to relax because it will help release the milk quickly. The man before me is my husband's best friend. He was hired to be my lactation therapist.

His hands roam across my waist slowly and pause right at my chest.

I can hear him saying in a hoarse voice, "I'm going to start massaging here."

I can't help but shudder before closing my eyes tightly.

I, Whitney Quigley, had been married to my husband, Thomas Walker, for three years. We welcomed our firstborn recently, Oliver Walker. However, I had been struggling due to low breastmilk production, leaving my baby crying with hunger.

Looking at my well-endowed figure, I couldn't help but feel upset. I clearly had the volume, so why couldn't I produce milk for my child? Thomas and I had tried various remedies such as taking herbs and supplements, but nothing worked.

Oliver started crying again. I lifted my clothes and tried to breastfeed him once more. He managed to latch on successfully, but he couldn't get any milk. His face scrunched up as he cried loudly from hunger.

I felt incredibly disappointed because I couldn't quell my child's hunger despite having a 36E cup size. What made it worse was that he refused to take baby formula.

Seeing Oliver growing thinner by the day, I had no choice but to ask for help from other mothers in my neighborhood group to supply breastmilk. But this was not a long-term solution.

After my baby fell asleep, I put on a lace nightgown and crawled over to my husband slowly. I tried to seduce him. "Thomas, why don't you give me a hand?"

Desire washed over me as my breathing quickened.

However, he held my hand down and said helplessly, "At this point, I'll have to get my best friend to help out."

"What?" Puzzled, I scrambled to sit up. "I just don't have any breastmilk. What does your friend have to do with it?"

"Charlie Cooper. He's visited before. His wife also had difficulty breastfeeding back then, and he was the one who helped her. He even got a certificate as a lactation therapist."

I was stunned for a few seconds. My face turned crimson at the thought of having a lactation massage done by a stranger, let alone a man.

I said in a panic, "How is this acceptable? He is a man!"

The thought of him coming close and touching me…

I couldn't stop a whimper from escaping from my throat. My cheeks were flushed, and I hesitated to agree.

Thomas reassured me as his hands wandered across my body. "Whitney, what's wrong with him being a man? I don't mind. What's more, you don't need to undress for the therapy. Have you forgotten that our baby needs to be fed?"

His words woke me up immediately.

I remembered Charlie. He came over for a meal back then. His strong arms…

I couldn't stop myself from wondering if his wife would get tossed around in bed by those strong arms. As I played the scene in my head, I suddenly found myself fantasizing about being in her place…

My face turned red as a tomato.

Thomas' voice brought me back to my senses. "What do you think, Whitney? Should we ask him for help? We can't let Oliver suffer."

A sense of anticipation rose within me. Biting my lip in embarrassment, I nodded slowly. "Alright then, let him give it a try."

That weekend, Charlie came over early in the morning. He even brought over some tools. His gaze landed on my chest the moment he saw me. I had put on a loose-fitting dress with a scooped neckline in preparation for the lactation massage.

I couldn't help but swallow when I saw the bulging veins on his strong arms. Later, he would be using those hands on me…

We went into the bedroom together.

After Thomas told him about our worries, he reassured us calmly, "This problem is very common. Don't worry. I will help you out."

He emphasized the latter part of his sentence, and my face turned red unexpectedly. I lowered my head to avoid his gaze.

However, it wasn't as scary as I had imagined. I lay down on the bed, and Thomas was right beside me. He wouldn't dare to do anything to me…

"Let me relieve the tension in your muscles. Just lie down and relax." Charlie placed his hands on my abdomen and massaged slowly. The moment his hands grazed my skin, the deepest desires within me were inexplicably awakened by his touch.

A moan escaped from my mouth. I quickly explained myself after realizing how inappropriate I sounded. "I'm sorry, my skin is very sensitive."

However, Charlie remained calm. The expression on his face was indifferent and professional, as if he had no other thoughts in his mind.

He said, "This is very normal. I might apply more pressure later. Don't hold back if you feel any pain."

Thomas glanced at me and said, "It's alright. My wife can take it. This is all for our baby."

I nodded.

He rubbed and massaged all parts of my body, slowly and steadily. I couldn't stop myself from clenching my thighs. My cheeks were burning red.

Charlie noticed how nervous I was and comforted me by saying that this was a normal occurrence. I bit down on my lower lip and tried to cooperate by relaxing my body.

His hands shifted from my abdomen and moved upwards…

I swallowed hard. Although he looked composed, I could feel a strange reaction stirring in my body. My gaze landed on his hands, and my mind was filled with scenes of him and his wife being intimate in their home.

Did he use these hands to roughly tear her clothes into shreds?

I didn't dare to look at Charlie and closed my eyes out of nervousness.