Mocked My s*x‑Addiction Recovery Therapist Job? I Divorced, He Can’t Reach Me

"Mmm... Faster. I'm almost there..." In the quiet study, my patient Mike tipped his handsome face upward. Fine beads of sweat glistened along his straight nose as he leaned back against the sofa, legs spread. His black dress pants had been pulled down to his thighs, perfectly displaying the muscles in his legs. Holding a suction-style masturbator, I leaned forward and helped Mike through this stage of his treatment. I refused his request and answered in a precise, professional tone, "Using controlled release to manage your libido is normal at this stage. Increasing the speed would make your body overly sensitive and impair your concentration afterward..." "Okay, I get it. You don't have to explain," Mike murmured. His eyes, dark with desire, swept over my body with naked possession. At that moment, I imagined a pair of large, calloused hands gliding up my waist, caressing every inch of my skin before finally settling on my breasts... The next second, Mike thrust forward hard and found his release. I let out a breath I hadn't realized I was holding and started to rise so I could put the toy aside. Before I could, Mike reached out, seized my waist, and dragged me into his arms. I cried out as the room spun and I fell against his scorching body. Something rigid pressed into my hips, drawing a breathy moan from my lips. "Mmm..." My face flamed. Before I could speak, Mike leaned close to my ear and said in a deep, cello-smooth voice, "Bella Lancaster, I want you. The toy isn't enough..." ***** "Bella, wake up." Just as Mike's hand kneaded my breast, sending a secret, thrilling pleasure through me, my husband Robert Komora's voice sounded beside my ear. Startled, I opened my eyes. Robert stood by the bed with displeasure written across his face. I instinctively glanced around. It had only been a dream. This was the bedroom Robert and I shared. Mike wasn't here. Of course he wasn't. I was only Mike's recovery specialist. Yesterday, I had tried a new treatment and used a device to help him find relief, but the entire session had remained professional and fully compliant. I had gone home as soon as it ended. I had no idea why I had dreamed something so erotic. Mike was handsome, aloof, and unfailingly courteous. He would never pull me into his arms the way he had in my dream. Relief loosened the knot in my chest. I leaned forward for a kiss. "Honey, you're still home this late today. What a wonderful surprise..." Before I could finish, Robert frowned and turned his face away. He straightened and tossed an explanation over his shoulder as he headed into the bathroom. "Sorry, Bella. I just got back from a run, and I stink of sweat. I need a good shower." Propping myself up on one hand, I watched his tall figure disappear, desire pooling heavily inside me. Robert was the manager of the commerce division at the Axis Group. The annual gala was approaching, so he had been busy, so busy that he was gone before I woke every morning and still wasn't home when I went to bed. If not for that dream, I might not have noticed how badly my own body needed release. I wanted him. I wanted intense, satisfying s*x with my husband. And I acted on that desire. I got out of bed, walked barefoot to the closet, and chose a black cutout nightgown. The sheer panels hinted at just enough skin to make it irresistibly seductive. Before entering the bathroom, I ran my fingers through my hair to make myself look even more alluring. When I pushed open the door, Robert's broad, powerful back came into view. My mouth went dry. I stepped beneath the shower and wrapped my arms around him from behind, tracing teasing circles across his chest with my fingers. "Robert, I've missed you." His body stiffened. He caught both my hands, turned, and moved me out from under the spray. He looked at me with weary resignation. "I'm sorry, Bella. There's been too much going on lately. I'm swamped, and I'm honestly not in the mood for anything else. You understand, don't you?" The drenched black nightgown clung to my body, making me look even more tempting. It should have been enough to stir any man's desire. Yet Robert showed no reaction at all. As an experienced s****l-health recovery professional, I knew exactly what I was seeing: both his mind and his body were rejecting intimacy with me. Why? Was he truly too busy to feel desire, as he claimed? But we hadn't had s*x in a long time. We should both have craved the comfort of each other's bodies. "Robert..." I deliberately softened my voice and placed a hand on him again. "I understand. I don't mind. Just let me help you relax, okay?" With my expertise, I could arouse him and make him feel good. But he rejected me again. He rinsed himself off so quickly that he didn't even dry his body before walking out. "Sorry, Bella. I have to get to work. I really don't have time. And one more thing—I'm your husband, not one of your clients. You don't need to please me." I watched him hurry away, then looked down at my own slender figure with a deep frown. Something was wrong with Robert. Did he have no interest in s*x at all, or only no interest in me? And that word, 'client'—anyone who heard him would think I was a prostitute... By the time I left the bathroom, Robert had already left the bedroom and the house. I changed into dry clothes and went to my daughter's room to wake her. No one answered when I knocked, and when I opened the door, her bed was empty. Only after I went downstairs did the housekeeper tell me that my 14-year-old daughter had gone out early to help prepare a launch event for her robotics club. The house looked as warm and welcoming as ever, yet I couldn't shake the feeling that everything was slowly changing. Emptiness swept through me. The housekeeper set a cup of coffee and a sandwich in front of me. "Ma'am, here's your breakfast. My shift is over, so I'll be leaving now." I watched her gather her things and go, feeling strangely dazed. Robert and I didn't earn enough to live extravagantly, but we could certainly afford a comfortable life. When I became pregnant, I wanted to hire a live-in nanny. Robert refused, insisting that with a baby on the way, we needed to save more. Later, when my belly grew too large for me to manage the housework, he finally hired someone part-time. I pulled myself from my thoughts and sat on the sofa. The instant I sank into the soft cushions, the sensation took me back to my dream, to the moment Mike had pulled me into his arms. The sofa at Mike's home was just as soft and comfortable, while his chest was hot enough to ignite my desire with ease. My throat went dry. To hide my reaction, I reached for my coffee. I moved too quickly and spilled the 140°F coffee down my collar. "Ah..." I tugged open my collar, but the dream flashed through my mind again. Mike's elegant hand tossed the treatment device aside. He slowly unbuttoned my gray suit, then slid his cool fingers from my collarbone into the lush valley between my breasts... By the time I came back to myself, my body had gone weak, my gaze unfocused, and somehow both hands were already caressing my breasts. "I've lost my mind," I cursed under my breath. Yet the emptiness in my body still begged desperately to be filled. I closed my eyes, pictured Robert, and continued to stroke myself. Then the phone lying on the sofa suddenly lit up. Mike was requesting a video call. There was no way I could let him see me like this. I instinctively tried to decline, but my fingertip slipped and landed squarely on the accept button. The video call connected. Mike's deep, incredulous voice came through the speaker. "Bella, what are you doing?" On the bright screen, his handsome features tightened into a frown, as if the sight before him had displeased him. My heart lurched, and my entire body froze. Oh no. He had seen everything.