My husband's brother pulled me into his room and locked the door behind me

That evening, I wore a backless bodycon and did makeup. All the effort to grab my husband’s attention. It had been six months since he had touched me. James Gosling claimed that he was stressed at work and getting laid was the last thing on his mind. “I dressed up nicely for you, James.” I was so upset that I was on the verge of tears. Looking at him I nearly begged. “The baby is already six months old. You have touched me only countable times.” “Don’t you know you have a problem?” James responded with a straight face. “It was your decision to go with a natural birth. Now it is not my fault that you are dissatisfied.” “Please, just satisfy me with this once.” I tugged at his shirt to stop him from leaving our room. “James, please. I promise that I’ll squeeze my thighs tighter this time to come faster.” “And what will that do? You are too loose to feel anything. It isn’t my fault that you are dissatisfied. I’m not a monster, Becca. I cannot go on for an hour to make you come.” His words hurt me, James didn’t even falter even after seeing my tears. I was crying because his words shattered my heart. “Give me a break now. You’d better take my advice and have my brother take a look at you as soon as possible. He’s the best gynaecologist in the city. Until he fixes you, I’m not touching you.” As he walked away without hesitation, I could no longer hold back the storm within me. I could only blame myself for not listening to him. After all, I had no right to resent James. James and I used to be deeply in love ever since we got married. We had always been satisfyingly intimate and happy. Until six months ago, I gave birth to our son through natural delivery. James had insisted on getting an operation so I won’t get loose. But my insistence brought me to this stage. My birth canal tore during the intense labor. I needed more than a dozen stitches which made my v****a loose. It was the time our s*x life dropped drastically. James slept with me a few times. He was unable to make me come as I couldn’t feel him inside me. Upon his insistence I began giving him blowjobs. However, he never thought about me even once. These past few weeks, I had been using big things which could actually stick inside me. Eggplants, cucumbers and extreme sized dildos. But nothing could compare for the warmth and pleasure. I was missing and desiring James. That night, I was so desperate that I swallowed my pride and begged him again. I hoped James would actually see through my desperation. He didn’t only refuse me but humiliated me. James pestered me each time that I should consult his elder brother. He was convinced that I had issues and needed treatment. My brother-in-law, Vincent Gosling, was a renowned gynecologist at a top-tier hospital. He was a miraculous doctor and delivered countless babies with a successful record. He wasn’t in the city during my labour. Not that I would’ve asked him anyway. How could I? After all, he was my husband’s elder brother. Despite James’ persuasion I couldn’t gather courage to ask Vincent for a consultation. Even though Vincent was nearly in his forties, he was strikingly handsome. He kept himself in excellent shape with gyming and early morning runs. I could literally imagine his toned abs upon seeing him in a vest, completely drenched in sweat. Ever since James stopped touching me, I had fantasized about Vincent more than once. While playing with an eggplant, I imagined Vincent being inside me. Bending me over on the dressing and shoving it in me. If he were to examine me with my legs spread wide open, I would probably lose my control. If Vincent came to know how I fantasize about him, I would embarrass myself. The mere thought was enough to send heat rushing to my face. And if that ever happened, I’d be far too mortified to show my face in this house again. Nonetheless, the room was silent after James left. I slipped my hand inside my panties and laid on my back. While I was lost in my tangled thoughts, I heard a few voices. It didn’t take me long to realise it was Vincent and his new girlfriend Alicent. Since he was too occupied with his tough job Vincent never married. He did bring women home from time to time. The sounds of intimacy drifted faintly next door. The way Alicent was moaning loudly, it was obvious that Vincent must have been thrusting harder.