Mikvah Night, Part II

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Mikvah Night Part II - Image 1Written by Karalyn Dane.  Karalyn is the Author Outreach Director at Jewrotica.  Be sure to check out yesterday’s post – Mikvah Night, Part I.

Rated RAvi didn’t know what had come over him. He’d never finger-fucked his wife before – and certainly not on the kitchen table. But she had come home from the mikvah so wet: not just from the holy waters, but wet on the inside, slick with desire for him, and not wearing panties.

He had never been so turned on in his life, not even on their wedding night. And when he reached down under her skirt to stroke her, he was shocked at how she responded to him, moaning and rocking her hips against his hand. It obviously felt good to her, so he stripped off her skirt and kept going, thrusting in one finger, then another, as he saw his wife’s face contort in pleasure and ecstasy. He liked the way it made him feel, not just turned on but in control, able to make her so happy, to release some kind of animal instinct buried deep inside her. She was so beautiful like that, half naked and panting on the table, that after she came he just wanted to see her do it again.

He laid her back on the table and spread her legs, amazed at the quantity of her own cum that was already covering the table and both of her inner thighs – not to mention her engorged pussy. He wanted to taste her, to lick all that cum off her legs, to taste the sweet spot between her thighs.

In the past he had only ever been able to bring her to orgasm with oral sex, and he enjoyed licking her there, exploring her skin, finding new places that made her gasp and tremble. But this was beyond anything he’d ever experienced with her. He only just touched her clit with his tongue and she was already crying out. He liked that he had the power to do that to her.

He teased her, lazily licking along her inner thighs, tasting pure woman: something between rainwater and freshly baked bread. He circled around her clit, not daring to touch it with his tongue because he knew he could drive her over the edge again and he wanted to make it last. She bucked at his mouth, grabbed the sides of the kitchen table as she normally would grasp at their sheets. Finally she started begging him, “Please…oh my God, please….Avi…just take me there…”

He spread her wider with his hands and inserted two fingers into her vagina just as he flicked his tongue over her clit relentlessly. She was trembling and shaking so much he thought he would have to pin her legs down just to not lose his target, but then she came again, panting and gasping and making very cute and animalistic sounds. Avi kept licking her, thrusting his fingers in and out of her vagina, slowly, helping her ride out every wave of pleasure until she stopped breathing heavily and relaxed on the table.

He kissed her forehead and smiled. “That good, huh?”

She nodded, and barely got out the words. “Incredible.”

He picked Sarah up and carried her back to their bedroom from the kitchen. He couldn’t remember the last time he’d carried her like this – maybe only on their wedding night. And he couldn’t remember the last time he’d had so much fun.

He laid her down on their bed and then went back to lock the door, chuckling to himself that they hadn’t locked anything when they’d been in the kitchen – the kids could have woken up at any time – and then what? But maybe that’s why it had been so much fun.

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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.