The gravity of the situation crashed over me. This had gone too far. I needed it to stop.
But my body refused to listen. My limbs were heavy, completely drained of strength.
A deep, throbbing pleasure was slowly taking over, and I gave in to it. Just this once, I told myself. Just this one time.
Then, he stopped. I pulled off the blindfold to see him unbuckling his pants.
My breath caught in my throat. He was… substantial. I swallowed hard.
"Just trust me, Madam," he said, his voice low. "Let me help you find some real relief."
A hot blush spread across my cheeks. My brain was screaming in protest, but my body was a traitor, humming with anticipation.
Julian leaned in close, his warm breath tickling my ear.
"This is an old technique, passed down from my mentor. The heat promotes circulation... helps unclog the ducts."
I flinched at his sudden closeness.
My ears have always been my weak spot. That whisper alone was enough to melt my resolve.
The sensations began to build, growing more intense with every passing second.
"Madam seems to be producing quite a lot," Julian murmured, his fingers slipping beneath the edge of my panties.
My skin was on fire. My husband hadn't laid a hand on me since before the baby was born. This long-forgotten feeling was overwhelming, threatening to shatter what little control I had left.
I squirmed, biting down hard on my lower lip to trap the moans rising in my throat.
"Neglected wives suffer the most," he whispered. "Just relax. Let me take care of you..."
His tongue moved in slow, deliberate circles.
Just as I felt myself beginning to unravel, a sharp cry sliced through the haze.
The baby. Motherhood slammed back into me with the force of a truck. I shoved Julian away, stumbling off the couch and toward the nursery.
My son's face was red and scrunched with hunger. A blade of guilt stabbed through my heart. What kind of mother gets distracted like this? What was I doing?
After a quick cleanup, I settled in to nurse him, gazing into eyes that were perfect copies of my husband's.
A sickening shame churned in my gut. I had almost stepped over a line there was no coming back from.
Julian appeared in the doorway. A fresh wave of anger hit me—this was his fault.
"Get out," I said, my voice icy. "You'll be paid."
He saw the opportunity was lost and left without a word.
When I walked back into the living room, it was as if nothing had ever happened. I went straight to the security system and deleted the footage, swearing to myself I would never, ever make a mistake like that again.
My husband came home the next day and didn't notice a thing. The baby monitor system never even entered his mind.
The engorgement had actually gotten a little better after Julian's... unorthodox treatment. But the relief didn't last. Soon enough, the painful blockages were back.
I vowed never to call him again. I hired a rotation of female lactation consultants instead. Their methods helped, a little, but none of them had his... efficiency.
One night, my husband watched me wince through another feeding, his brow furrowed with worry. "Honey, you're miserable. Maybe we should call that guy again. The one who helped before."
I shut it down immediately.
He kept pushing, completely oblivious to the war raging inside me. If he had any idea how close I'd come to betraying him, he'd never suggest it.
Life moved on. Another business trip popped up on the calendar. His travels had become more and more frequent ever since I got pregnant.
I'd had my suspicions in the past, but he always handed me his phone without hesitation. I never found a thing. I eventually wrote it off as my own paranoia.
With the baby's formula running low, I decided to make a quick run to the supermarket instead of waiting for a delivery.
After dropping my son at my mom's, I pulled into the grocery store parking lot.
That's when I saw her—my closest friend.
I started to smile, ready to call out her name, when I watched her launch herself into a man's arms.
She'd always been a free spirit, bouncing from one boyfriend to the next even after her divorce. I figured it was just another fling.
Until the man turned around.
The whole world tilted on its axis.
It wasn't just any man.
It was my "devoted" husband, who was supposed to be hundreds of miles away on a business trip.