His Mistress is His Ex-Wife
Chapter 177: Seeking A Friend’s Comfort

Chapter 177: Seeking A Friend’s Comfort

[ At Melissa’s Penthouse... ]

Melissa sliced through the crystal-clear water of her penthouse pool. She was on her day off today not accepting any consultation.

She reached the edge of the pool and flipped, ready for another lap when she heard the penthouse door open.

She glanced up to see Sasha standing hesitantly by the poolside, her expression a mix of frustration and despair.

After work, Sasha dropped by Melissa’s place. She needed a friend to talk to. And only Doc Melissa was available to entertain all her rants.

Melissa slowed her pace and eventually stopped, rising from the water. Droplets cascaded down her toned body as she climbed the steps out of the pool, grabbing a towel from the nearby lounge chair.

"Sasha, what’s wrong?" Melissa asked, wrapping the towel around herself and walking over to her friend.

The concern in her voice was genuine, noticing Sasha’s troubled look.

Sasha sighed deeply, running a hand through her hair. "It’s Dominique," she began, her voice shaky. "I can feel it. He started avoiding me again. He didn’t go home last night. He said he had business to do. But according to his secretary, he left the office early together with a child."

"It’s like he’s hiding something from me. I don’t know what to do." She complained.

Melissa guided Sasha to a couple of lounge chairs, gesturing for her to sit. She settled next to her, giving her full attention.

"I thought both of you had reconciled. Haven’t you tried getting intimate with him for the past few days?"

Sasha took a deep breath, trying to compose herself. "It tried seducing him by wearing a revealing nightgown. But it’s not working at all. He said he was tired. No energy to pleasure me."

"He’s always busy with work, staying late at the office or leaving early in the morning. And when he’s home, he’s distant, almost as if he’s not really there." Sasha continued her ranting.

Melissa listened intently, her brow furrowing in concern. "Have you tried talking to him about it? Maybe there’s something going on that he hasn’t shared with you."

"I’ve tried," Sasha admitted, her voice trembling. "But he brushes me off, saying it’s just work stress. I feel so alone, Melissa. I don’t know what to do to reach him. I am still a woman in need. I need some physical touch. He can’t even give that to me... he is my husband but he can’t fulfill his duty! I feel so frustrated. My sex life feels so empty!"

Melissa reached out, placing a comforting hand on Sasha’s shoulder. "You’re not alone, Sasha. You’ve got me, and we’ll figure this out together."

Sasha nodded, tears welling up in her eyes. "I just want to feel my husband’s love. I want us to be happy. I want him to see me as his wife, touch me and kiss me. But what can I do? He stopped seeking your help. I wonder if he is doing this deliberately. He doesn’t want to cure his condition!" Sasha released her pent-up emotions.

Sasha could no longer endure it. She missed the way Dominique was touching her. He had done it once. But why couldn’t he do it again?

"We’ll find ways," Melissa reassured her. "Let’s think of a plan. Maybe a surprise date night and get him drunk. And to be more certain, spike his wine with aphrodisiac. Let’s see if he can still refuse you or not."

Sasha managed a small smile, feeling a glimmer of hope. "Thank you, Melissa. You always know what to say."

"Of course, I’m your sex doctor," Melissa said warmly. "Now, let’s get you something to drink and talk this through some more. We’ll come up with a way to make him touch you again."

As they sat by the pool, the sun beginning to set, Melissa offered her vodka. Sasha took it, thanking her.

"I think I should ask Ashton to come over so that Dominique won’t suspect me of drugging him," she said, a spark of excitement igniting in her eyes.

The idea was forming, and it felt almost foolproof. "Yes, and I can invite Athena too. If something goes wrong and Dominique finds out his drink is spiked, I need them as scapegoats."

Her mind raced with the possibilities, each one reinforcing her resolve. Ashton and Athena were perfect for this.

Their presence would provide the perfect cover, making it seem like a casual, friendly gathering rather than a calculated plot. If Dominique suspected anything, he’d be more likely to question them than her.

"That’s a bright idea, Sasha! You can do that!" Melissa raised her glass for a toast.

The two ladies clinked their glasses and giggled.

"So your problem is solved. Let’s enjoy the rest of the day, Sasha. Why don’t you join me for a swim? I can let you borrow my bikini!"

"Let’s get wild and forget about your worries!" Melissa added.

"Yes, Mel! You are right! I need this to unwind and forget about my worries." Sasha agreed, her eyes twinkling.

Then a naughty idea popped up in her mind. "Oops! I don’t need to borrow your bikini." She said, looking around. "We are the only people here unless you are expecting someone to come?"

"Of course not. No one will interrupt us here. You are the only one who knows my passcode." Melissa winked at her.

"Good!" After saying that, Sasha put down her glass.

Without hesitation, Sasha began to unbutton her business attire, her fingers moving quickly down the line of buttons. The crisp fabric fell away, revealing her lacy undergarments.

Melissa tried to mask her surprise and maintained a supportive smile. She couldn’t take her eyes off her friend who was slowly undressing herself in front of her.

"Are you sure you don’t want to borrow my swimsuit?" Melissa asked.

Sasha shrugged, letting the dress fall at her feet. "I think I’ll manage without one," she replied with a mischievous grin.

Melissa tried her best to hide the admiration in her eyes while staring at Sasha’s body.

"You’ve got big tits, Sweety. I’ll give you that. My swimsuit won’t fit on you." Melissa couldn’t help but laugh.

"What a pity! Dominique doesn’t cherish your assets. If I were him, I would always play with those lovely tits of yours and grope them with my tender hands!" Melissa said half-jokingly, her eyes still fixed on Sasha’s breasts.

Sasha glared at her. "Oh, Mel! Please don’t remind me of my frustration!"

Sasha stepped out of her heels, her bare feet feeling the cool tiles beneath. She walked over to the edge of the pool, dipping a toe in to test the water.

Sasha gracefully descended the steps into the pool. The water embraced her, and she let out a contented sigh, feeling the soothing effect of the gentle waves.

"Come on in, join me," Sasha called out, a genuine smile lighting up her face.

Melissa immediately joined her, the two women floating lazily in the pool.

They swam leisurely, occasionally splashing each other playfully. The sound of their laughter echoed around the pool, blending with the gentle ripple of the water.

But their laughter suddenly stopped when Melissa suddenly cupped Sasha’s breasts, making her freeze for a moment.