Eight Nights of Chanukah Fun

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Shabbos – Day Seven

We went out for Shabbos dinner and had a nice time. M and Y were old friends from years ago, and we mentioned to them our experiment. I had been in seminary with the wife, and we liked each other in many ways. We had experimented a little when we dormed together, but as we both got married shortly after seminary we got a little busy with life and fell out of touch, other than bumping into each other at the grocery store, etc.

After the meal, we started talking about memories from way back, and how all of our experiences affected us, making us who we were now. Like most of my other friends, they had issues with various aspects of orthodoxy. Not willing or ready to join the ranks of a more liberal modern orthodoxy, but very dissatisfied with a scandal-ridden orthodox leadership and where it seemed to be headed. In short, we all tried following the laws to the best of our abilities, and chose to ignore the various taboos and new restrictions that seem to pop up on a regular basis now. We talked about our sex lives and various ideas and fantasies. All in all, it was a wonderful evening and we left quite late, promising to stay in touch. I had a feeling that this was not an empty promise.

We returned home and I changed into my shabbos robe. As I removed my sheitel, S told me to keep it on and that he was feeling quite hungry – our code word for “horny as hell.” Oh well, I thought to myself, only one more night left! but then again, he never failed to satisfy me, and I loved the fact that I could give him pleasure, even if I didn’t do much at the time. He unzipped the front part of my robe, and started kissing my chest. I kidded him that he had the hots for M, which made him pause before he nipped my breast and said “so what if I do? I know you mentioned that you had played around with her, which must have been a lot of fun!” Oh well. He had a point! I let him have his way with me and this time he was slow and passionate, it was all worth it as he made me soak my Shabbos robe with my juices a little while later.

The Last Night

Motzi Shabbos Marathon

Shabbos, wake up, go to shul, have lunch, and then only an hour left until Havdalah. Once S came back from shul, I set up the menorah as he got all the havdalah stuff ready. After all was done and we were sitting on the couch, watching the candles flicker, I snuggled up to my wonderful hunk of a husband and started kissing him. I told him that I loved the past week, and that I would never forget how wonderful he had made me feel. I kissed him again and said “may we always have this much fun together as well.” We both had our rough times in life before we met each other, and over the few years we had been married, we rarely had a difference in opinions. If we disagreed, we always made sure that we resolved it to mutual satisfaction, by talking the matter out between us and learning to give in, and not get too hung up on the issue at hand.

I told him that I needed to step out for awhile, as I had been indoors the whole shabbos and needed some fresh air. “Don’t forget that we have to finish this off with a bang as well as make up for the third night,” I said as I got up. “You want me to have energy and you better bring your game as well!” He never disappointed me, but like always it was fun to yank his chain.

He smacked my bottom and said that I better be ready when I returned.

I took the car to midtown and took a stroll around. There was one shop I turned to when I needed advice or new ideas. It was one of the few that actually had female employees and not some creepy guy behind the counter. As I walked in, a girl came over. She introduced herself as Brandi. She must have been in her twenties, she had some really beautiful tattoos on her arms and a friendly smile on her face. I explained what I was looking for. She took me around and showed me a selection of interesting things from anal beads and plugs, to prostate massagers, and some BDSM stuff that I couldn’t imagine ever going near. I have nothing wrong with whips, chains & paddles, but draw the line at causing actual pain.

I started to add things to my basket, including some cute lingerie that I new S would enjoy, a prostate massager, lubes, a few cuffs and belts, and lastly a set of pvc piping which connected easily making a variety of frames & restraints to go with the cuffs.

As I paid for the stuff, Brandi handed me a card – writing her number on the back. She said that as I was interested in kinky stuff there were parties and classes that may be of use. I thanked her, said I would think about it and headed home.

As I pulled into the driveway, I saw that most of the lights in our apartment were out. I unlocked the door and made sure that S was in another room so as not to spoil my surprise. He was going to be surprised, especially after I tied him up!

I put the stuff away and then went into the living room where he was sitting, reading a book. I sat down next to him and looked up into his beautiful eyes, saying he had better be ready for a special treat. He leaned down and took my head in his hands and gave me a long kiss. Saying he had a surprise of his own, he pulled out a little jewelry case and opened it allowing the diamond earrings to sparkle in the candlelight. It was not such an expensive set, but he knew I had seen them on a recent shopping trip and really wanted them. I tried to never ask him for jewelry, and was thrilled to receive the gift. We were not big into exchanging Chanukah gifts with anyone, but it was a wonderful feeling knowing that he remembered and cared. I kissed him, reached into his pants, and gave him a throaty thank you. I totally wanted to be all over him.

After I showered, I had him sit down on the bed. We had several fantasies that we would play out and I told him it was his night to enjoy. He always had a crush on a certain woman who worked at a store near his yeshiva. She used to flirt with the guys, probably just to get them to stay longer and buy more stuff (although you never know!), and the fantasy was to center around that.

I had a few ideas and we started to play. I put on a pair of tight jeans and a tight top and started to flirt with him. He was trying to avoid getting too excited and aroused as he knew the longer he held out the richer I rewarded him. It was time to play tough. I pretended that I saw him steal something and that I had to call the police. I grabbed him and after a bit of a fight got his hands behind his back. As he struggled to get them off I started to pull his pants down over his ankles, making sure I brushed against his stiffening cock, causing him to groan. I said to heck with the role play, I was getting a little hungry myself and yanked down his boxer shorts and started licking the length of his shaft, cupping his testicles in my hand and squeezing gently as I stroked and licked him him. I saw a bead of pre-cum glistening on the tip and took him into my mouth. I wanted to be careful and not have him cum so I continued to tease him and started to knead his chest and pecs.

As I was not sure what his response would be to what I planned on doing next, I turned him over and took out the piping I bought at the store and put his feet through the straps so now he was unable to close his legs. To finish things off, I bent his legs back and tied his bound hands to the bar so that he was completely powerless and under my control. I started to smack his behind, and stroke him alternating between slightly painful and then pleasurable sensations. Pulling out the prostate massager and some lube, I started to circle my finger around his anus, brushing his sack as well. From his groaning I knew he was enjoying every minute. He was still trying to struggle but now it seemed half-hearted.

I lubed the thing up and turned it on. Although it had a strong vibration it wasn’t too loud. My biggest worry was how to get it in. I think he figured out what I was up to and he lay still. I did not gag him today and was ready to stop upon his request. After massaging him for a few minutes I got some lube on my finger and was able to work the muscle so the massager went in. Once fully in, I reached around him to fondle his front. It was not long before he exploded into the bedsheets, writhing and shaking with a massive orgasm. After he was finished, I left the massager in for a little longer before slowly removing it.

I untied his hands from the bar and turned him over, but I kept his legs attached to the bar, keeping them spread out. While I took pleasure in the fact that he was pleased, I had not yet been satisfied myself. So while gently massaging his body from the legs I removed all of my remaining clothes and brought my aching and wet mound over his face. I let him play with my clit before forcing myself down over his mouth where he knew what he had to do to make me happy. To encourage him along I kept on kissing him and playing with his rod as I watched it getting harder and harder. I took it into my mouth, and felt him responding to the sensations, as he started to lick me harder. I could tell he was getting close and I felt myself reaching my own point of no return. I sat up and quickly changed positions, this time impaling myself over his hard, sinewy gland, and moving myself around. He released first, right before the waves of euphoria engulfed me as I peaked and released myself. I collapsed onto him and kept saying thank you. While we have our fun, it doesn’t always hit that point but he is patient and tries hard to get me there.

S sat up and started undoing his leg restraints. Patting me lightly on the behind he thanked me again for such a wonderful night and past week. I can’t wait to see how the next few weeks are going to be!

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