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Mikvah Night, Part I

By on December 4, 2012
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She turned for a minute, trying to decide what to do. Could she quickly run back to the car and slip them on?
But then the door opened and Avi was there and it was too late. She tried to say something, but he was already embracing her, already removing the beret from her head so her long wet auburn hair would tumble out, he was already feeling his way down her back and then she heard his gasp…

“Sarah? Are you not wearing any underwear?”

Tears were already running down her face.

“I forgot, I’m so sorry.”

“Sorry? Why in the world are you sorry? That’s the hottest thing you’ve ever done!”

He lifted up her skirt, his hands feeling her soft silky legs, parting her thighs. In an instant, Sarah was more turned on than she had been all night.

“Avi…the kids…shouldn’t we go to the bedroom?”

“I don’t think I can wait that long, honey, can you?”

Avi walked Sarah backwards towards the kitchen, kissing her and squeezing her ass as he manuevered her until she was pressed up against the kitchen table. He hoisted her up onto the table and pulled off her skirt. He could see that she was wet and glistening between her legs.

“You’re so wet, already…” his voice cracked.

“Oh Avi…I’m so embarrassed…”

As Sarah told him what had happened in the mikvah his eyes widened.

“You know, I love it when you come home from the mikvah, all wet, but usually it’s because you’re covered in holy water. This is a whole new kind of wet…I kinda like it. No wonder you’re so turned on.”

Sarah hid her face.

“I think it’s beautiful. It’s hot. You did it because you were eager to be with me, what better reason could there be? Come on…let me help you out down there a bit, you seem to still be quite turned on…aren’t you?”

Sarah’s “yes” quickly turned into a moan as Avi began to stroke her clitoris with his thumb, and plunged one, then two of his fingers into her very wet and still very sensitive pussy.

“Let’s see how many times I can make you orgasm tonight…hmmm? Does that sound like a plan.”

Sarah could only nod as she bucked her hips against Avi’s hand and exploded into her second orgasm of the night. The waters of the mikvah dripped from her hair onto the kitchen table and mingled with the wetness of her cum.

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Staff writer and editor at Jewrotica, Karalyn Dane is a poet and a novelist with a penchant for beer and unusual vegetables. She may or may not live out the many fantasies that she writes about on this site.
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