Intimacy with the Postpartum Recovery Doctor

My name is Caroline Tate, and I've just turned 30 this year. I'm a new mom who recently had a baby. Today, as soon as my husband got home from work while I was still busy in the kitchen, his two large hands reached over from behind. He hugged me eagerly and began kissing me passionately, nibbling on my earlobe. "Honey, we haven't had s*x for so long, I can't take it anymore." With that, he lifted me into his arms and carried me straight to the bedroom. "Let's take the chance while the baby is still asleep." Since getting pregnant, we hadn't been intimate. He held me tightly, and his hands roamed all over me hastily and roughly. Since having the baby and during breastfeeding, my breasts had been feeling intensely swollen every day, sometimes waking me up at night due to blocked milk ducts. My husband buried his head in my chest, sucking my n*****s earnestly like a baby with some milk stains around his lips. The swelling eased a lot, and I felt a tingling sensation all over as I couldn't help but moan softly. The long-standing absence of desire almost drove me crazy. It had been almost two months since we had s*x, and I couldn't help but get a little excited. I wrapped my arms around him and kissed his sensitive earlobe. "Honey..." The gentle sound reached his ears, heating them up instantly. He was on top of me before even taking off his clothes. I wrapped my legs around his waist, and he pulled off his clothes roughly. I felt dizzy and overwhelmed by lust. But after only three to five minutes, his member seemed to have lost energy. Despite his excuses about being tired, not in the right state, or distracted, I could sense the disappointment in his mood. Was he disappointed in me? I felt a sudden wave of grievance. Later, I took the initiative more than once to give him blow jobs, but each time, he seemed disinterested. Sometimes, when he looked at the unsightly stretch marks on my belly that hadn't faded, he would turn his head away. It was an indescribable look. Was it disgust or horror? Even though he didn't say anything and tried hard to comfort me, his body and eyes already told me the answer. In the following days, he slept in the study using the excuse of snoring affecting me and the baby. I heard strange noises from the study a few times. I watched secretly and discovered he was watching porn in there. He jerked off but didn't even want to touch me. At that moment, I felt extremely sad. I had risked my life to have the child for him, but now, he seemed uninterested in me. I started to feel worried. One day, he came home and pulled me aside with a mysterious look. I thought he had gotten a promotion or a raise. "Honey, I've got good news for you." He held my hand tightly, smiling. "Today, I found out from a colleague about a postpartum recovery specialist. His wife had surgery there, and she's recovered really well. He said she looks as good as a 20-year-old now. Do you want to try it?" I hesitated for a moment and then agreed. My husband's eyes were filled with uncontrollable excitement.