Chapter 1

Ever since I had the baby, my husband has been avoiding intimate contact with me.

Looking at my curvy figure in the mirror, I gritted my teeth and went for postpartum recovery.

But I never expected the therapist to be a man.

His hand rested on my hip. "It might hurt a little. You can cry out if you need to."

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Ever since I had the baby, my body's desires have grown stronger and stronger. I'm always unsatisfied and have to comfort myself. But my husband shows no interest in me.

After feeding the baby, I handed him over to our new nanny, Mia.

The suckling sensation just now got me excited again, so I changed into a black silk nightgown and climbed into bed next to my husband.

This nightgown was a sexy style I specifically found online - the see-through effect made it even more irresistible.

Since having the baby, my husband and I had only been intimate once. Thinking about that feeling made my heart itch.

My husband in my arms tensed for a few seconds - I could feel his desire.

"Honey, we haven't made love in so long. I specially wore your favorite lace dress today." He was getting aroused too.

"Honey, I haven't had deep communication with you in so long. Don't you want to do something with me?"

The thong underneath made me uncomfortable - I desperately craved my husband's touch. But he turned his head and resolutely pushed me away.

"Sophie, you just had a baby and you're acting like this already. It's not right. Wait until the baby's a bit older. I'll sleep in the guest room tonight."

After saying this, my husband didn't give me time to react and took his pillow to the side bedroom.

My body's strange sensations hadn't faded, and my desire had been ignited. Looking at my perfect figure in the mirror, I felt somewhat disappointed.

Ever since that last time we made love, my husband had been rejecting me in this area.

But I'd gotten even more attractive after having the baby - how could he have no interest in me? I bit my teeth as tears dripped down.

Helplessly, I could only comfort myself, but it was far from enough. I craved a man's touch even more.

The next day, I saw the nanny coming out of my husband's room with a flush on her face. She looked nervous when she saw me.

Nanny Mia had only been working for two years. She was beautiful as a flower, and her figure was incredible too.

At first I was a bit resistant - the nanny was too young and I worried about my husband. But she was efficient and perceptive, so I kept her.

"Mrs. Collins, looking for the baby? I just gave him to Mr. Collins."

Oh, so the baby was inside - no wonder she went in.

Hearing her explanation, my expression softened considerably. I handed the baby to her and went out.

I told my best friend about the situation with my husband, and she looked at me with frustration.

She'd also had a baby, but her relationship with her husband was like glue - they practically wanted to devour each other.

I was incredibly envious.

My friend looked at me: "When women have babies, things down there get a bit loose. Do you think that's why your husband is acting this way?" I thought back to that one intimate moment - he did seem disappointed.

My friend said after having babies you need postpartum recovery, otherwise you'd have problems like uterine prolapse, and then it wouldn't just be sexual incompatibility.

"Sweetie, what should I do now?"

I kept sighing. If he kept refusing to be intimate with me, I felt terrible inside.

My friend thought for a moment, then looked mysterious: "Here's what - I'll introduce you to a doctor who does postpartum recovery. I went to him before, and it's guaranteed to work."

Before I could refuse, my friend directly sent me the contact information. Thinking about my happiness, I quickly added him as a friend.