Insatiable Desire

Chapter 3: Desire

“Honey, I’m at the hospital. Where are you?”

My heart jumped. I had forgotten to tell him!

“I’m already home.”

“Didn’t I say I was going to pick you up? Why did you go home on your own…?”

“I couldn’t wait, since I wasn’t feeling too well,” I responded quickly with a white lie. 

“Unwell? How are you feeling now? Stay at home…I’m coming right away!” Matthew sounded anxious when he ended the call. 

I felt ashamed as I spoke to my husband. More so when I saw him. My heart felt uneasy and I was wracked with guilt,unable to meet his gaze. 

In the following days, I did my best to forget those unpleasant thoughts and devoted myself to being a good wife. 

That weekend, we went to the movie theater, but something came up last-minute and he rushed back to his office. In the past, I would have thrown a fit but this time, I merely smiled and reminded him to drive safe before returning home by myself. 

I suppose this was my way of apologizing to him. 

I sat alone on the sofa, feeling the pang of loneliness. After I married, building my own life meant I rarely contacted any friends from before. As time passed, we drifted apart. 

My best friend had gone abroad to pursue her studies. Now I lacked even a single friend to hang out with. 

I lay listlessly on the sofa, feeling an unbearable emptiness. Again, I recalled the scenes from the other day and the tingly sensation returned.

My chest felt swollen and tender. As I massaged a breast, something stiff traced my palm and I closed my eyes. I filled both hands and gripped myself as I recalled the pleasure from the other day. The flames of desire flared in me. 

I lay on the sofa, my eyes still shut, and quickened my movements. 

Caressing myself, I slowly brought myself to climax. I found myself thinking of the doctor and moaned as a wave of pleasure washed over me, filling the void in my heart. 

His warm palms, his soft breathing, his burning gaze. They excited me so much. 

The pleasure spread to every last one of my nerves and the itch deep inside me only grew worse. My hands moved faster and milk even began flowing out. As my pleasure grew, the more ragged my breathing became. I was whining and grunting wantonly, begging to reach an even greater climax. 

I wanted it! I wanted it so much! I imagined that part of the doctor and my body spasmed. 

Just a little more. I needed just a little more stimulation!

My hands pinched and squeezed my soft globes. The pain induced a current of pleasure, shocking my entire body and making me even wetter. 

“Nngh…more…” I cried out, fantasizing about being ravished, the thought of which drowned me in enough bliss to ascend. 

“Click!” A sound came from the door. 

I immediately stopped what I was doing. I looked toward the door as I made myself presentable. 

Was my husband back so soon? Just a little more and I would’ve come. How unsatisfying…

I was unaware, at the time, that there were wet, circular stains on my shirt from the milk I had leaked. They were especially conspicuous on the white fabric. 

The door opened and in walked Michael.

It was Matthew’s younger brother. 

I panicked. …Had I been too loud? Had he heard? My cheeks flushed all the way to the tips of my ears. 

“Oh Ciara, Matt gave me the keys and… said I should come, get settled…” Michael explained shyly. 

His face suddenly turned bright red and his eyes were glued to my top. 

This made me look down and I finally noticed the wet stains on my chest. I froze. What I would give to dig a ditch and crawl into it! 

The awkwardness in the air was palpable. 

Michael’s cheeks were bright red. He was obviously no longer a kid. 

“Why don’t you have a seat? I need to change.”

I quickly ran to the bedroom.

When I came out again, Michael was sitting quietly in the living room and his expression had returned to normal. Upon seeing me, he smiled. 

“I let myself in since I thought no one was home. Did I startle you?”

Michael’s entire person lit up when he smiled. He resembled Matthew a little—they were both handsome—but Michael seemed more naive with his pure and limpid eyes.

“Not at all! Treat this like your own home. I’ll help you carry your luggage to your room.”

Michael leaped up immediately. I was pregnant, after all, and he very considerately grabbed the luggage before I could. 

“I’ll do it, Ciara!”

I asked him how things were going at school. As we made small talk, the tension from before gradually faded. 

By the time he was done settling into the room, Michael’s back was soaked with sweat. 

He exuded the unique smell that 18-year-old boys have, which evoked my memories of springtime in my youth. 

“Ciara, I’m going to take a shower.”

“Okay, I’ll get you a towel.”

Michael went into the bathroom first. It was then I suddenly realized. There were clothes in the laundry basket, including my intimates… and the dirty set of clothes, with the shameful stains, that I had just changed out of. 

Of all things, my underwear from yesterday was there too. I cringed at what could happen. 

I panicked…if I had known it was going to be like this, I would have washed them beforehand!

The sound of falling water came from the bathroom. I felt distressed as I paced back and forth in the living room. I resolved to wash those clothes as soon as he came out of the bathroom.

“Ciara, I can’t reach the towel!” Michael called out.

“Oh, I’ll be there in a second!”

Through a crack in the door, Michael reached out a hand.

I accidentally glimpsed the curves of his body and tensed up. My heart was pounding frantically. My hand wavered, and before I could hand the towel over, it fell to the floor.

“Ah…” I exclaimed. The itchy, tingly sensation was back. 

Michael saw the towel fall and smiled. “I’ll get it, Ciara.”

When he bent down, the door opened a little wider. I could see the steam inside and the body that brimmed with manliness. I blushed and stepped aside hastily. 

An 18-year-old boy was not much different from an adult. The fuzzy stubble, sturdy body, and youthful skin was unforgettable. 

My mind was consumed by the tension in the room.

When Michael finally came out of the shower, I composed myself and greeted him like nothing was amiss.

“I’m going to do the laundry. I’ll wash the clothes you just changed out of, too.”

“Thank you, Ciara. I put them in the laundry basket!” Michael seemed to be in a good mood and hummed all the way to his room.

I practically flew to the bathroom, deathly afraid someone would discover the secret in the laundry basket.

Michael’s clothes were in the basket. The inside of his underwear had a white stain that made me blush to look at it. 

Huh?

As for my clothes… why was my underwear on the very top, as if someone had moved it? Had it been Michael?

Even my pantyhose had white stains on them. Had he touched them? I dared not continue that train of thought. I separated the clothes and tossed them into the washer. 

My mind, however, had latched onto tropes from the movies and could not stop making up wild scenarios. 

As I raised my head, I saw Michael standing outside the bathroom door with a mysterious glint in his eyes. 

“Ciara, is there anything I can help with?” Michael smiled, revealing his canine teeth.

“No, I’m almost done, don’t worry about it.” I lowered my eyes, avoiding his gaze. 

There was a strange atmosphere in the room.

He was already walking toward me. He took the clothes from my hands. 

My mind was in a mess. I was at a loss and could only stare at him. 

“Ciara, my clothes need to be hand washed, but… I don’t know how…”

From Michael’s vantage point, everything down my shirt was visible.

I stood up quickly. “It’s okay, I’ll wash it! You can go back. It’s, it’s cramped here! With the two of us…”

Michael stayed put. He placed a hand on my belly.

I froze. The unfamiliar touch gave me goosebumps as heat gathered below. 

A throbbing feeling of desire rushed forth unbidden and was impossible to suppress, making my breathing uneven. 

I was paralyzed. This was my brother-in-law. He was still in school!

Impossible! Impossible!

“Michael, what are you doing…” I asked in a quivering voice.