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Hanukkah Tradition

By: Abby_Normal_7



"Oh my, Mister! What a big menorah you have!" I giggled.

"Yes," Geoffrey answered with mock solemnity, "few men could hold a candle to it."

"Wouldn't that hurt?"

""Wickedly," said Geoffrey, giggling too now as he leaned over a big storage box labeled "Hanukkah decorations." 

Looking at his cute ass never ceased to make my heart go pitter-patter. Although we'd been married for only less than a year, I knew my feelings for him would only grow stronger. This was our first winter together with our combined households, and yet it seemed we'd been doing this for years. He turned and looked at me, smiling like a little boy. I knew this was his favorite time of year.

We pulled out the decorations, and it brought back memories of childhood holidays and the traditional eight nights of presents that caused such jealousy among grammar school classmates. Of course, we never told them that the first night's present was usually hand-knitted socks from Aunt Dot and that the best presents were saved for the last night. I made a mental note to call my mother and get her potato pancake recipe.

Hanukkah would be starting in a couple days and, looking outside at the bleak weather, I felt happy to be in our warm home in front of a cozy fire. We pulled out the silvery decorations and set the special candles and chocolate geld on the table. 

As usual, I had left the shopping for our families to the last minute. That's why the floor was littered with wrapping paper and boxes and tissue paper - not to mention too many gifts that still awaited wrapping.

Geoffrey came over to sit cross-legged on the floor with me as I continued to wrap. He sat close and draped his arm around me, gently kissing my neck in a spot he knew would tickle and distract. 

"Honey, I have a great idea for Hanukkah," Geoffrey announced. I liked the sound of it so far and, looking into his twinkling eyes, I could tell this idea was quite wicked. 

"Well, this is our first real Hanukkah together and everything, and I was thinking this is the time to start holiday traditions. I know we both put a lot of thought into the presents we got for each other, and I'm sure that sweater will be really warm..." he continued.

"You peeked!" I said, playfully socking his shoulder. His smirk told me that he hadn't peeked at all and I'd given away my own surprise. I had to laugh. He got me.

"Well, Rach, I thought we could start a new tradition just for us - eight sexy nights, each one more pleasing than the last. What do you think?"

"Ooh, the Festival of Naughtiness. I love it," was my response. I kissed him to show my eagerness and thought again for the thousandth time how well suited we are for each other. Geoffrey was kind-hearted, intelligent, Jewish and very sexual - just like me!

Still sitting on the floor, Geoffrey held the paper while I applied scotch tape, and we talked for an hour about how sexy this new tradition could be. My head was buzzing with ideas as I realized this new tradition would be a chance to try new things and learn more about each other.

Before long the boxes were neatly decorated and I was sitting in his lap, nuzzling his neck. We sat in the darkened living room and continued to whisper teasing, breath-taking ideas to each other. Geoffrey knows how much sexy talk gets me excited and before long his hands had slid up inside my sweater and my bottom was grinding against his hardness. There's no way this tradition wouldn't be a success. Even the idea of it was getting us hot.

We agreed that we'd each make plans on alternate nights and that we'd start small and work our way up. I was giddy with anticipation, brainstorming on what I thought he'd most enjoy, as we both stood up and anxiously headed for the bedroom. 

Geoffrey helped peel off my sweater and jeans while I undressed him too. We fell onto the bed and continued to kiss passionately. 

"I have so many ideas for sexy gifts to give you, Rachel," he whispered in my ear as he unclasped my bra and slid his fingers over my hardened nipples. I reached down to his hardened cock, bare and pressing against my thigh.

"I can hardly wait for the holiday, Geoff," I answered, panting against his chest. "But right now I want this inside me." I squeezed his cock in my hand, feeling it hard and throbbing. There would be no more planning tonight, I thought. Spreading my legs, I pulled him toward me, wanting him more than ever to fill me. Geoffrey was always ready and willing to fuck me, something I could never seem to get enough of.

The rest of the week flew by. We each made our secret plans and purchases, carefully wrapping and hiding them. This was going to be one helluva holiday....

You don't have to be Jewish to fully appreciate the escalating passion of Rachel and Geoffrey as they engage in their new holiday tradition. What sexy surprises will the eight days of Hanukkah bring? There will be eight new stories posted, one for each night, and they will each be more exciting. I hope you enjoy them!

Hanukkah Tradition Ch. 02



This is not just a holiday story, but rather a tale of two newly weds, Rachel and Geoffrey, who have begun a new holiday tradition on this, their first Hanukkah together. In the spirit of the holiday they are exchanging eight sexy gifts on each of the eight nights. You don't need to be Jewish to appreciate the story. Neither must you have read the other parts of the series, but you might appreciate it more if you have. Enjoy!

"Please, please, please, give me a hint." His begging was so cute.

"You know you need to wait for sundown, silly." I enjoyed giving Geoffrey surprises and presents. He was just like a little boy with gifts and I loved seeing his eyes light up when he unwrapped things.

We busied ourselves with finishing dinner and washing the dishes together. Inside I was giddy with excitement at the coming week and the sexual surprises we'd planned for each other. Finally sunset came and we lit the candles together but part of me felt a little guilty. I wasn't sure that sexy surprises were at all in keeping with the celebration of the Maccabees and the miraculous vial of oil. In the end I decided that anything that brings newlyweds closer together, surely that's a good thing, right?

We opened up some presents from family first. Sitting on the floor, Geoffrey quickly peeled open a box from his mother. Thankfully his mother had caught the hint I dropped about my disgust for tighty-whities and opted for navy and gray boxer briefs instead. I wondered to myself what it is that compels mothers to buy their sons underwear. It is truly a mystery of life. 

Geoffrey jumped off the couch and opened up the underwear, saying he should try them on. His pants size hasn't changed in years but I wasn't about to argue. He quickly unzipped his jeans and bent over, pushing jeans and underwear to his ankles. I watched from behind, appreciating the view. He stepped out of his clothes and turned around to grab the new underwear, catching me staring at his ass. He winked, and threw on the gray boxers, then walked around modeling them for me. Geoffrey's body wasn't perfect, I thought as I watched him walk down an imaginary run-way, but his strong thighs and wide shoulders never ceased to speed up my pulse.

Geoffrey's family presents were depleted at a frantic pace. As quickly as a package was opened, the boxes were flung to the side as if the excitement of opening the present exceeded that of the present itself. Or perhaps he was just more excited about the presents we were going to be exchanging as part of our newest tradition.

I had a little stack of presents from my family also, and once Geoffrey was done with his tornado of flying ripped wrap, I dug into mine. I rolled my eyes at the first round ball topped with a fluffy ribbon and carefully opened it to reveal a pair of hand-knitted rainbow mittens. Geoffrey rolled on the floor with laughter, and as I slipped them on, I tried to calculate how old Aunt Dot must be by now. Surely she's nearing the century mark. 

I slowly opened a couple others as Geoffrey sat beside me in his boxer briefs, fidgeting in his seat. He was anxious to get to our new tradition! Secretly I enjoyed making him wait a little. Seeing him so anxious made me excited too.

"OK, here they are." I handed him several packages and he grinned trying to decide which to tear open first. He started with the biggest one, unwrapping a giant fluffy towel six feet long, nearly as tall as he is. He looked at me quizzically, wondering if I had somehow missed the point of this sexy new ritual. He unwrapped the next and it was a firm small rectangular pillow. Now he looked really confused, and I smiled. Lastly he opened a package with vanilla massage oil and he looked up at me grinning.

"You get a sexy massage," I said with a smile that promised much more. He kissed me hard, then grabbed my hand and anxiously pulled me to the bedroom. I'd already set it up, with candles around the bed and nice music in the CD player. First pushing him in the general direction of the shower, I then lit the candles and laid out the fluffy towel. I peeled off my clothes and slipped into little black thong panties and a black cotton tank top that barely contained my breasts. As I heard Geoffrey in the shower happily humming a song slightly out of tune, I leaned over, jiggling a bit, pushing my breasts together some to accentuate my cleavage. 

The shower stopped and I checked my look in the mirror. Positively scandalous, I thought, checking my naked ass from behind in the mirror, then tweaking my already hard nipples. Moments later Geoffrey stood in the steam-filled doorway, naked and dripping, with his cock springing to half-mast when he saw my near nakedness. Looking at my lover in such a statuesque pose, my breath caught in my throat. I will never tire of seeing him naked. 

"OK, dry off some and come lie down," I directed, smiling to myself. I might be more eager to start than he is, I thought. Although I only promised him a massage, I intended for this to be very special.

He lay his long naked body down on the towel, laying on his front with his arms folded under the little pillow his head rested on. He shivered slightly in the cool air blowing over his slightly moist skin. I climbed up onto the bed, straddling his waist, and poured a little oil into my hand to warm it up. In preparation for tonight I'd read a few books on massage, I wanted this to be a night he wouldn't soon forget. 

After slathering a fair amount of oil over Geoffrey's back and shoulders, I started rubbing. I started at the base of his skull, kneading out the stresses of the day. As I moved to his shoulders, I could sense the tension leaving his body. I worked on each of his arms, starting first with his wonderful strong hands. I've always thought hands were one of a man's sexiest body parts. As I massaged the muscles in his hand, my mind began to wander, recalling how much pleasure these hands and fingers had given me. Forcing myself to focus, I worked upward back to his shoulders and looked down to Geoffrey's face. His face was relaxed, eyes closed and his lips turned slightly upwards in a peaceful grin.

I shimmied down a little, straddling his thighs, and started kneading his lower back and then the muscular cheeks of his ass. For the first time since starting, I felt him squirm a little as my thumb ran between his cheeks playfully. I drifted my hands up over his hamstrings and my fingers leisurely stroked along the insides of his thighs as he spread his legs just a little more. I moved to sit between his legs so I could see his cute bottom in front of me with a muscular leg on either side. In the glow of candlelight I could barely make out his balls beneath him and his freshly trimmed pubes. How considerate of him to trim while he was in the shower, I thought.

Rubbing over his calves and feet, I slowly began my ascent back toward his thighs. Teasingly I moved upward to his ass, rubbing a cheek in each hand. I wondered if Geoffrey was imagining what this massage would bring or if he was more content to just concentrate on the sensations of my slick fingers on his skin. He moved his hips, trying to get more comfortable as his member began to harden beneath him and my thumbs drifted lower to the crease where his cheeks meeting his thighs.

I caressed him for long moments, down his strong thighs and back up the sensitive insides. Occasionally my thumbs brushed up against his balls and lightly trailed over the sensitive area between his scrotum and ass. By now Geoffrey seemed both relaxed and a little keyed up as I continued with my sensuous strokes. 

I imagined his cock beneath him, hard and pushed between his abdomen and the towel, and I felt a flutter in my middle and a moistening in my panties. Touching so intimately and knowing that he trusted me completely filled me with such wanting, it was difficult not to just call it off fuck him immediately.

I wasn't sure how he'd react to the next part so I moved very slowly while watching his body language to see if he was enjoying himself. I poured more oil into my hand, and drizzled it over his lower back and down his ass. Geoffrey shivered as the oil dripped down the sensitive skin between his cheeks. I reached down, lightly caressing his balls beneath and spreading the oil further upward to his most sensitive spots. Geoffrey groaned in response, and I moved with increased courage. I'd never touched him quite this way before but I was sure it would make him feel great. 

I traced my fingers lightly along his crack, gently brushing over his hole with the slippery pad of my index finger. As my fingers drew lower, Geoffrey groaned more and his legs spread a little wider. I teased more with my fingers, lightly tracing around his hole, but never touching it directly. He really started to squirm then and that was my cue to go to the next step. 

I climbed up his back and kissed his neck, whispering into his ear, "Ok, time to flip over."

The room was filled with the smell of vanilla, as he slowly pulled himself up on elbows to turn onto his back. I wasn't too surprised to see his cock hard and throbbing, lying on his stomach. A drop of pre-cum was formed at the tip and I licked my lips in anticipation. I straddled his tummy and leaned over to kiss his lips. 

"Enjoying the massage so far?" I asked rhetorically. 

He closed his eyes and grinned, "Mmm hmm." He seemed very relaxed and for a second he looked so yummy I again contemplated sliding down and impaling myself on his throbbing manhood. All of this touching and exploring his naked body had made my pussy so wet and ready. 

I sat back up and began again with each hand, working upwards over his biceps and to his chest muscles. Playfully pinching his cute little man nipples, I watched him smile even wider. I slid a little further down, lightly brushing my thong-covered pussy along his hard cock and I felt it jump in response. I loved seeing how excited he was - and I had barely even begun the most intense part of my plan.

Gently I pulled his legs apart again as I settled between them. I ran my hands over his hips directly to the tops of his thighs. I lightly spread his legs just a little further, slowly trailing my fingers up the insides of his thighs. Lightly smearing a little oil over his cock, I fondled the rubbery head and veins along the shaft. I cupped his balls in my hand and he moaned. I could tell by how tight his balls were that he was very excited.

"Hand me that little pillow," I asked. He looked at me a little confused but took it from beneath his head and handed it to me. "OK, now lift up." He bent his knees and raised his hips as I scooted the pillow under his bottom.

"Hey now, what's all this?" asked a confused Geoffrey. 

"Its so I can...umm...reach your cock more easily." Geoffrey smiled. I'm sure he was anxious for me to get to the genital portion of the massage. I pulled my tank top off, and bending over I pressed his slippery erection between my breasts. Pushing my breasts together, I trapped his oily shaft and slid my body up and down. I knew the friction would never be enough to get him off but he loved to feel my big breasts stroking him.

Sitting up, I poured a little more oil into my hand, getting it warm again before I drizzled it over his cock and balls. Again I watched him jump slightly as the oil ran down his balls and down the crack of his ass. I took his throbbing erection in my hand lightly and slowly started pumping up and down. Bending it up to my face, I lightly licked the head if it, tasting the saltiness of pre-cum mixed with vanilla, an intoxicating combination.

I continued stroking his hardness with my fist as I lightly caressed his balls with the other hand. He was clearly enjoying this, as his hips started to rock back and forth with my hand movements. Teasingly, I would let go of his cock, running my fingers down over his balls and then back to feel him harder and harder in my hand. As I swirled my tongue over the head, I looked up to his face. His eyes were no longer closed. They were open, full of lust and anticipation.

I guided his cock between my lips, slowly filling my mouth with the velvety smooth flesh. Inside my mouth I lapped upwards with my tongue, licking over the sensitive area below the head. Geoffrey gradually reached toward my face and, without letting his knob slip from my lips, I firmly pressed his hands to his sides. Although I usually loved his gentle direction while I licked him, tonight was about me making him feel good. He seemed amused with this interesting twist of me being completely in charge of his cock tonight. He folded his arms behind his head and relaxed.

Geoffrey filled my mouth so perfectly, I thought as I nuzzled my nose in his neatly trimmed pubes. Everything about him was sexy and I thought briefly about how many hours he had spent in the past licking me and teasing me with his tongue, making me feel so good.

My rhythm became steady as my head bobbed up and down over his cock while the taste of vanilla danced on my tongue. Reaching down with one hand, I cupped his oil-covered balls, feeling the weight of them in my hand, and gently slid them around between my fingers. Geoffrey was moaning very quietly, clearly enjoying this. Holding his shaft in my other hand, I started to concentrate on licking just the purple head. I knew from past experience that this would make him feel great without rushing him toward release. 

Reaching with oily slick fingers a little lower, I began to caress the area just below his balls. This spot was so much more accessible with his ass up on the little pillow. My fingers caressing him made him squirm a little and spread his legs a little wider. Taking this as a silent plea to continue, I trailed lower still, lightly running my little finger down between his cheeks. As my finger grazed over his hole, I heard him gasp slightly and it almost felt as if he was holding his breath in anticipation. 

I started making leisurely circles around the hole, gently and slowly, hoping this would be sexy and relaxing, since I knew from previous conversations he had never experienced anything quite like this before. I also knew him well enough to know he was a little wary of this. Although touching him this way is never anything he would ever ask me to do, he was excited enough by it not to stop me.

Each time my finger swept over his hole I felt his cock leap in my mouth. Still holding just the head in my lips, I began to press lightly with my finger against the opening at the same time I slid a little more of him into my mouth. First just a fraction of an inch, and then again just a little more, until his cock was halfway into my mouth and my finger was inside him to the first knuckle. I let him relax a little and get used to the feeling of my finger. Geoffrey's face was slightly contorted but I judged it to be anticipation rather than pain.

As I held my finger still, my tongue still lapping along the head, I heard him barely whisper, "Oh god, please don't stop." 

I smiled to myself. I knew he'd like this. I started again, driving more of his hardness into my mouth as I slid more of my slippery finger inside him. His muscles slowly relaxed inside and I knew this was because of the complete trust he had in me. He knew I would never ever hurt him. Soon his cock was deep in my mouth and my finger was deep inside him - and I was so proud of him for trying new things. Now came the reward for his open-mindedness, since the trickiest part was already done.

I began sliding his cock in and out of my mouth, slowly, sucking hard on him at the same time. Keeping a slow pace at first, I knew the new sensations would be overwhelming for him. Gently but firmly I pressed upwards against that sensitive walnut-shaped gland deep inside him and heard him moan loudly in response. With steady pressure I rubbed his prostate and felt his cock growing in response. His cock leaked more pre-cum as my finger coaxed it from him.

My pussy was absolutely dripping and twitching with excitement, I couldn't believe how exciting this was - and I wasn't even touching myself. When I felt his cock throbbing and his balls tightening I slowed down. I wanted him to enjoy this as much as possible, so that he would let me do it again someday. Geoffrey relaxed more and more, allowing me to push my finger deeper inside him. I felt him writhing, heard his breathing become more ragged as I continued to massage him. By keeping the rhythm of my mouth slow and somewhat irregular, I knew I could draw this out, keep him right at the edge for a long time.

After many minutes of this, I sensed that Geoffrey was close to the point of begging me to let him finish. I'd never felt his cock so hard inside my mouth and I'd rarely heard him moan so loudly. During these long moments I heard him whisper somewhat incoherently several times, "Oh god...I never knew." 

As his pulsating hardness filled my mouth, I looked up to his face and smiled. His eyes were tightly shut and his nipples hard pebbles. I knew it was time to bring him release. My lips tightened around his cock and my pace became regular. I begin pumping him in and out between my tight lips as my finger slid in and out, pressing each time against his prostate. He began quietly grunting with each thrust and I slowly sped up my rhythm. This time I wouldn't stop. This time I was going to make him cum harder than he had ever cum before.

As he neared orgasm, his balls tightened and I could feel his increased grip on my finger. Faster and faster my mouth moved over him. There was no turning back now. When the first rope of cum hit the back of my throat, I pressed upwards with constant pressure against the gland and kept his cock deep inside my mouth. I didn't miss a drop as he exploded deep into my mouth with so much force I nearly gagged. When his cock stopped jumping in my mouth, I very slowly eased my finger from him. After a minute of holding his cock still in my mouth, I gently eased it out with a plop, marveling at how it was still half hard even after he'd cum so much.

I sat up with my legs folded under me, still sitting between his thighs. Looking up at him for some kind of sign, I saw that he'd put his hands over his face. His panting breaths began to slow and I couldn't tell what he was thinking. For a fleeting instant I had doubts. What if he hated it? I sat there, holding my breath, not even daring to move until I saw a signal from him.

Without warning Geoffrey's eyes flew open. "Oh my god! Why didn't you tell me sooner you could do that!"

"Well, I mean, I wasn't sure you would like it. And I mean, it isn't the kind of thing one can put on a resume." We both laughed, as he bolted upright and playfully swooped me into his arms.

"You are truly a woman of many talents, Rachel. And to think, I married you for your cooking." At this we both laughed hard, rolling onto our sides and holding each other close.

"Now let's see how much you enjoyed touching me," he said as his hand reached down to my soaking wet panties. Sliding a finger inside my thong, he gasped in feigned surprise, "Looks like I'm not the only one in this bed who's excited." His caresses made my eyes glaze over, and he leaned closer whispering in my ear, "Let's see what we can do about that." 

So far this was a holiday tradition that was destined for greatness. We could both hardly wait for the rest of the holiday.

As always, many thanks to RAB for editing and general direction. Please remember to vote! And send me feedback if you liked the story, or even if you hated it. I love feedback!



Hanukkah Tradition Ch. 03



This is not just a holiday story, but rather a tale of two newly weds, Rachel and Geoffrey, who have begun a new holiday tradition on this, their first Hanukkah together. In the spirit of the holiday they are exchanging eight sexy gifts on each of the eight nights. You don't need to be Jewish to appreciate the story. Neither must you have read the other parts of the series, but you might appreciate it more if you have. Enjoy!

"Yeah, I know we said we'd spend the holiday together just the two of us, honey, but your mom asked us over. What was I supposed to say?" I too was a little disappointed since tonight it was my turn tonight to get a sexy present.

"Tell Mom we're engaging in a new holiday tradition and that I'm planning to fuck you thoroughly tonight," he said straight-faced. I giggled, picturing his mother's face turning beet red from such a lascivious comment.

"Listen, we'll go, we'll have a little dinner, we'll light some candles and we'll sit around and chit chat for a while. No big deal." Looking over at him pouting only made me more amused. How cute. He's almost more anxious to give me my sexy present than he was to get his last night.

~~~~~

"So tell me, Geoffrey, what did Rachel get you?" his mother asked.

Geoffrey froze, his forkful of pot roast nearing his mouth, and I stifled a giggle. Geoffrey was very good at improvisation but not with his mother. 

"Wow, must have been something really special," she said, seeing his startled reaction. "Come on, what was it?" Geoffrey's father rolled his eyes. He had long since stopped being surprised at his wife's prying and invasive questioning.

Choosing my words carefully so as to be truthful but not too truthful, I answered. "We just spent a quiet evening at home alone together. It was nice."

Geoffrey's mother opened her mouth to step up the questioning but his father put an end to it quickly. "Rhoda, they're newlyweds. Give them a break. Is there any more pot roast?"

After a while we retired to the living room, immaculately clean and decorated with slightly outdated but pristine furniture. Geoffrey had told me that as a child he was never allowed to sit or even go near these white couches, and that they were only for company. No wonder then that he seemed so uncomfortable sitting next to me. It was ingrained into him early on that he might ruin them just with his presence.

"You're awfully quiet, honey. Are you ok?" his mother asked him with genuine concern. I knew he had probably spent the whole night thinking about last night, my surprise tonight and the rest of the holiday, all while trying not to have an erection at his parents' house.

"You know, Mom, I think I might be coming down with something." My eyes widened and for a very brief moment I was concerned. He turned to me and, away from his parents' view, he winked at me. What a bad boy he is, I thought, and I again stifled a giggle.

"Yeah, maybe I should take him home. He needs his rest," I said with a simulated worried tone.

"Here, honey, let me get you some chicken soup for later. I have some in the freezer." His mother flew out of her seat toward the kitchen and again I saw his father roll his eyes. She was sure that any illness that couldn't be fixed with chicken soup must be life-threatening, so we knew from experience that it would do no good to argue.

From the kitchen she emerged with a paper sack filled with frozen Tupperware bowls of soup and who knows what else. We were already standing at the door with our coats on and Geoffrey holding his keys in his hand. Hoping his mother couldn't tell how anxious we were to get home, we thanked them for the soup and quickly exited.

In the car it was my turn to beg for a hint. Only my reasoning was valid, I argued. I deserved a hint since it was already well past sunset. Geoffrey just smiled and wouldn't budge. That man could be such a tease sometimes.

We changed into t-shirts and underwear and as I sat on the couch, Geoffrey ran to his "secret" hiding place. I'd happened upon this "secret" hiding place months ago while trying to find a bank statement in the third drawer down of his office filing cabinet. He kept a surreptitious stash of porn there as well as some old letters I didn't read. I've never been anti-porn but I knew that men had funny ideas about illicit erotic materials. Apparently some of the sexiness of looking at porn was tied to it being forbidden. In any case, I'd never question where my man gets his appetite as long and he always comes home for dinner.

Bounding from the office, he held several small packages and again it struck me how adorable he was, giddy with excitement. He gave me the packages in order and I opened them somewhat quickly, no sense in torturing him further.

"Oh, umm...a loofah, and bath oils..." I tried to seem eager but so far this seemed like something I'd get from my mom. Geoffrey just smiled. Another package had a very short satin robe, and I began to wonder if this was a present for me or a present he got himself for me to wear. The next package had foaming shaving cream with a set of women's razors. 

Just as I was considering what he could be up to, Geoffrey blurted out, "You get a spa night. Come on, you'll see." 

Geoffrey took my hand and gathered the packages, pulling me enthusiastically into the bedroom. I sat on the edge of the bed as Geoffrey flew around the room getting things set up. Fluffy towels were selected from the closet and he carefully laid one out on the bed. He hung the robe on the bathroom door hook and winked, before turning around and starting the bath. As the water ran in, I watched him bring candles into the bathroom, lighting them and giving the room a warm glow.

I walked over to the bathroom door and watched as Geoffrey bent over testing the temperature. He peeled off his shirt and shorts, leaving only his boxer briefs. Bending over, he spilled a little sweet smelling bath oil into the water. I swear I will never get tired of seeing that man's cute little bottom. Unable to resist, I snuck up behind him taking a cheek in each hand. He laughed, nearly caught off balance with surprise. Turning around, he took my face in his hands and kissed me deeply.

"Ok, let's start," Geoffrey said almost impatiently as he began to strip me of my t-shirt, shorts and panties. I expected him to playfully cop a feel, but he was all business. He turned off the water and helped me step inside. The sweet smell of the gardenia bath oil filled my nostrils as I settled in, submerging myself in the water. Slipping lower, my body was covered up to my chin in luxurious water, with only the tips of my breasts and my knees peeking from below.

Geoffrey took the new loofah and moistened it, lathering it up, and ran it down my neck to my chest. Lightly he traced over my breasts. The roughness of the pad made my nipples crinkle. I watched Geoffrey's face, delighting in how meticulously he was working while clearly deep in thought. Closing my eyes, I felt him slide his hand lower over my tummy, skipping my pussy, and along my thighs. The rough texture of the loofah made my skin tingle while simultaneously coaxing me into deeper relaxation. I guess every woman loves to be pampered sometimes.

Up and down his hand traced, and I spread my knees further apart wishing he'd spend a little time on my middle. He pulled his hand away from my body and told me to turn around. Pulling my long hair over my shoulder, he re-soaped the loofah and began rubbing over my shoulders. I felt the warm water trickle over and drip from my breasts. Leaning over the other side of the tub, I relaxed further and nearly started to doze as I felt him trailing over my skin.

Geoffrey nuzzled my neck from behind and said, "Don't fall asleep now. You'll miss the best part." I giggled having a pretty good idea of which "part" he had for me.

Geoffrey turned me around and held my head back with one hand while pouring a cup of fresh warm water over my head, getting my hair wet. His fingers massaged my scalp as he spread the lather through my hair. He loved my long hair and I loved his fingers caressing through my hair, so this was another in a long list of ways we were compatible. He rinsed my hair with water and worked the conditioner through my hair, twirling it into a bun on top of my head to keep it from the bathwater.

Geoffrey gently directed me to lie back down in the tub and this time he used a soft washcloth over my body. The roughness of the loofah had heightened the sensitivity of my skin and the softness of his touch was starting to make more than just my skin tingle. Sweeping the washcloth around my breasts, he finally started rubbing my sensitive nipples, rolling my little rubbery tips between his soapy fingers. I nearly squealed when he pinched them and sent waves of pleasure through my body. 

Geoffrey's hands left my breasts and gently pulled one of my legs up into his lap. His warm cock pressed against my ankle as he brushed the washcloth over my calf and further up my leg. I felt him washing further, getting closer and closer to my tingling middle as he headed along the inside of my thigh. I felt the cloth brush against my pussy lips under the water, and softly moaned. My clit was aching to be touched. Instead of touching me though, he eased my leg back into the water and traded it with the other. Again he teased me, getting so close to my pussy but then putting my leg back into the water.

Geoffrey knelt down close to my face as I lay with my eyes closed. His bare soapy hand trailed over my tummy as I felt his breath on the side of my cheek. Spreading my legs wider, I tried to slide up a little, willing him to get there quicker. He softly chuckled into my ear. He liked to see me impatient.

"How do you like spa night so far?" he whispered into my ear.

"Mmm...its nice," I replied, not opening my eyes, "but it seems there's a spot you've missed."

"Oh, I haven't missed it, honey. It'll be getting plenty of attention soon." Opening one eye I turned slightly to see his wicked little boy grin. And with that, he reached over and pulled the drain plug. "OK, hop up and let's rinse you off."

I stood up, shivering slightly in the coolness of the room, crossing my arms over my breasts as Geoffrey nonchalantly peeled off his underwear and turned on the shower. With most of the water drained, he stepped in behind me, directing me to turn around and rinse the conditioner from my hair. He quickly ran the soap over his body, getting himself cursorily clean as the water ran through my hair. There's hardly anything as sexy as the smell of freshly cleaned man, I thought as I watched the suds flow over his half-hard cock. I wanted to reach out and touch him right there.

As if reading my mind, he gave me a 'now-now, there'll be none of that' look and smiled. Holding my hips in his hands, he turned me around to rinse my front of the suds and bath oil. From behind me he directed my hands up to the shower wall and I trembled as I felt his palms dance over my sides to my hips. He reached over my shoulder for the bar of soap and, as he did, his hardness brushed between my thighs. Playfully I pinched my legs together, trying to trap his cock between them, but he was too quick.

Leaning me over with gentle pressure on the small of my back, he had my hands firmly against the tile wall. He knelt behind me, gently easing my legs as wide apart as the shower would allow. I felt his soapy hand slide up between my legs and I pushed my ass up a little higher, standing on tiptoes. I wanted him to touch me so badly. How could he continue to torture me like this?

"We need to get you very clean for the next step in spa night," he said. I groaned thinking, next step? Is he kidding? If he doesn't fuck me right here against this wall, I'll kill him.

Breaking me out of my murderous thoughts, I felt his soapy fingers slide further up. The water sprayed down the front of my body, dripping from my nipples and down my tummy. His fingers lightly smoothed over my pussy lips, slipping just barely between them. I tried to spread my legs a little wider, bending my knees and trying to grind against his hand. He was avoiding my clit and it was driving me wild. His fingers washed over my mound then further back, very barely dipping into my pussy, then traveling further back between my butt cheeks. His slippery fingers grazed back and forth along my slit, soaping me into quite a froth.

As much as Geoffrey had teased me in the past with touching my ass, we'd never really done much past that. I was pretty sure he noticed how incredibly excited it got me and how I would cum really hard after such teasing. I think it excited him too since he never seemed to tire of touching me there and making me squirm.

He reached around me, lathering my pussy with one hand while sliding his fingers over my bottom with the other. I felt his strong index finger slide into my wetness as his other soapy index finger pressing gently on my tight little other hole. I moaned loudly, the sound reverberating slightly in the small shower stall. His hand ground against my mound, pressing gently on my clit but not enough to get me closer to orgasm. 

He began delicately poking both fingers in and out of me, just an inch of each, and I was overwhelmed with the sensations. Unconsciously I started to rock my hips back and forth. Geoffrey's hard cock brushed against my hip as I felt him stop moving his hands. He held his digits perfectly still and rigid, both just barely inside me. I continued moving my hips, and he watched in silent awe as I rocked back and forth fucking myself on his fingers.

Just as I was starting to really get into it, grinding his finger deeper into my most private hole and alternating with the other finger deeper into my pussy, he gently pulled his hands from me. I gasped, hardly able to catch my breath and turned toward him, begging with my eyes. He smiled and leaned forward kissing me, giving me a playful light smack on the butt. His hands brushed my bottom half to quickly rinse me, then turned the shower off.

I stood shivering and dripping as Geoffrey stepped out of the shower and returned with a fluffy towel. He took his time drying me, chuckling softly when he saw me pouting. He slowly dried my hair, over my body and down my legs. He put one of my feet up on the edge of the tub as he knelt down and dried my pussy and ass and I steadied myself holding his shoulders. My clit was engorged and nearly peeking between my lips as he purposefully dried all around and pretended not to notice. 

Without warning he leaned in and touched his warm lips to the top of my pussy, and just the very tip of his tongue touched my clit. It nearly knocked me off balance but I moved my hands to his wet hair pulling him closer and moaned loudly.

He looked up at me with a mock grimace, "Jeez, Rach, a little fuzzy down there. How long has it been since you shaved?" He knows that since well before I met him I was in the habit of shaving myself everywhere several times a week.

"Geoff, you know how long it's been," I answered, slightly exasperated. "It's been since almost a week ago when you borrowed my razor for something or other in the garage and never gave it back." I scowled down at his mischievous smile. I hated feeling my pussy fuzzy too.

Geoffrey laughed, thinking himself very clever. "Okay, Rach, how about we fix that." He hung up the towels and pulled the new robe off the hook, helping me into it. It was scandalously short, I thought, looking at my butt peeking from the bottom in the mirror. As I modeled just how sexy this robe was, Geoffrey filled a bowl with warm water and set the razor, a washcloth, shaving gel and a small towel on the bed stand.

I walked out to the glow of more candles in the bedroom and my husband kneeling on the floor beside the bed. I walked over, smiling and somewhat stunned. I was overwhelmed by how much thought he'd given this. He'd offered to shave me before but I always sort of put him off. Since I had done it for so many years, it only took me a couple minutes. Plus, whenever we were making love, I was always sure to have freshly shaved. Looks like Geoff came up with a way to be ensure that he'd be doing the shaving tonight.

Taking my hand, he led me to the bed and had me lie down on the towel he'd laid out earlier. My knees drawn together over the edge of the bed, I felt my clean smelling husband climb over my body, kissing me all over my face and looking into my eyes, smiling. "Trust me, Rach. You know I'd never hurt you."

He climbed back down, gently parting my legs, and kneeled between them. My pussy was so excited from all the touching in the shower that the lips were puffy, begging to be fucked. Again though, Geoffrey was all business. Taking each of my knees in his hands, he pulled my feet up to the edge of the bed and spread my legs wide like a butterfly. The bottom of my robe fell open, revealing everything below my navel. The cool air blowing over my moistness made me shiver a little.

Geoffrey dipped the washcloth into the warm water, carefully squeezing out the excess and tenderly bringing it to my pussy. The warm water felt so good and the water dripping from my mons to my ass felt like tiny delicious caresses over my skin. He rubbed probably a little longer than necessary and I'm sure he noticed that all the moistness there didn't come from the washcloth.

Dispensing a huge glob of cream onto his hand, he started toward my pussy. I had to hold back a giggle. He was using 10 times the amount I would have. He slathered it all around, from the creases of my legs, down the lips and up to the bottom of my belly. He drew this process out, drawing little circles in the foam, then gently clearing the foam from the slit. He pulled out the razor and dipped it in water, starting at the top and shaving downwards. He'd seen me shave countless times before in the shower and I saw now that he'd been paying close attention. 

Shaving downwards over the top, he carefully pulled each stroke toward the middle of my slit. He was being so cautious and his face was close to my middle so he could see everything. The razor lightly traveled over the stubbly skin as he used his fingers to pull the skin taut. I wondered briefly how he might have learned to do this so well and, more important, why had I waited so long to let him?

The slow and deliberate shaving continued until the only foam left was a thin wisp along the slit. Geoffrey gently nestled his index finger between the lips to protect the most sensitive areas while he shaved the last little bit. The pad of his finger resting just above my throbbing clit, and I resisted the urge to wriggle against it. He finished up shaving along my slit, never once looking up from his job. It took all my will to lie still and with my eyes closed my mind wandered to how I wished he would fuck me. I reached up and lightly pinched my nipples through the silky material of the robe.

Before long he removed his finge, and got the washcloth back out. Finally, I thought, finally done so he can touch me. He rinsed me off and tapped my thigh, signaling he was done.

"OK baby, flip over on your hands and knees." Quickly and excitedly I jumped up, turning over., Finally he was going to fuck me. I looked over my shoulder expectantly, and was surprised to see he wasn't standing up to impale me. He was reaching over for that damn washcloth again. Geoffrey lightly pressed the small of my back, directing me onto my elbows with my ass high in the air. Then with one hand he spread my knees apart wide and with the other he held the washcloth, hovering it over my ass. 

The water dripped down over my bottom and I was slightly startled when his hand gently spread my ass cheeks apart. Before I could question it, he ran the washcloth between my cheeks, making me moan and wriggle. 




Hanukkah Tradition Ch. 03



He playfully smacked my butt. "Be still" was his only request. Still holding me open, he slathered more cream along the crack, although thankfully much less cream. He shaved just a little there, slowly and carefully, before repeating the protective maneuver with his finger, resting the pad of his finger over my tiny sensitive hole. He knew this would make me insane but to my credit I was able to stay (mostly) still.

After just a minute more, he finished, rinsing me off again, then reached underneath, drying my pussy and ass with another little towel. Still on my elbows, I started moving my hips a little, loving the way the cloth caressed my silky skin. He touched me again, this time without the towel, his warm fingers brushing over my smoothness.

"Mmm...much better," he said. "Now flip over. Let's see if I missed any spots."

I groaned in exasperation. My pussy was so wet now I could barely stand it. I assumed the former position on my back, legs spread wide on the edge of the bed, and Geoffrey leaned close to get a look. He blew lightly on my moist skin, making me tingle everywhere and my nipples harden. He opened the lips with both hands, as though looking very closely for missed spots, then licked me in one long slow lick from my ass to just short of my clit.

"Mmm...yes, very smooth." Immediately his tongue dove into my slit, pushing in and out like a little wet cock. He held the lips open and I felt his nose nuzzle against my clit. I was so close and I prayed he wouldn't stop. His tongue kept fucking me over and over, occasionally stopping just long enough to lick all the way along my ass and pussy, swirling around my clit but not over it.

My hips tilted upward, trying to pull his tongue deeper. He licked up to my clit as I felt his finger slide into me. I was so wet that it slid in easily, and he pulled it out and added another. His tongue started in circles around my clit in a rhythm he had become expert with. He knew exactly how to touch me. He curled his fingers upward, pushing on my spot inside as I felt my legs begin to tremble. Oh, so close.

He must have sensed my urgency because this time Geoffrey didn't stop. He finger fucked me with long, deep strokes and I felt his lips cover over my clit. I clenched my pussy muscles, squeezing hard on his fingers, and he moaned onto my clit. The vibrations hit me like electric current as he tongue began lapping directly over my clit at a steady slow pace. It felt so good, I could feel myself right on the brink of orgasm. I held my breath - all of my sensations and concentration were focused on my quivering center.

Geoffrey added a third finger, oh so tight, and fucked me hard with his hand. His tongue continued to assault my clit, the pace quickening. My pussy began to spasm on his fingers as his tongue lashing continued. Finally, he sucked my clit between into his mouth hard and that pushed me over the precipice. Waves of pleasure washed over me and I lay there slightly dazed as his fingers slowly eased out of me.

I lay there for a minute, breathing hard, as the waves of pleasure began to fade. Coming back to my senses, I opened my eyes to see my wonderful husband still kneeling between my legs and watching me expectantly.

"Did you like the spa night, honey?" he asked.

"Oh my god, yes. Come here you!" I grabbed his shoulders, pulling him to the bed. Pushing him onto his back, I was too excited to be patient any more. I straddled his lap and held his throbbing cock in my hand, quickly impaling myself with it. He looked into my face with an expression somewhere between lust and amusement. He held my hands to steady me as I sat up and bounced up and down on his hardness so deep inside me.

There was no more teasing now as I felt his cock thrusting deep to my core. Geoffrey was himself very excited and I guessed that I wasn't the only one being teased tonight. Reaching down, I felt my smooth lips around his shaft, hairless and slippery, and I realized that he was much better at shaving me than I was. Geoffrey shaving me was definitely a tradition I could get used to!

Geoffrey held my hips, slowing my pace to stretch the intimacy out as long as he could manage. I reached behind and fondled his balls, very tight in my hand, and I knew he was very close. Leaning down over his chest, I kissed him and he wrapped his arms around me as I ground against him very slowly. Geoffrey held his breath as my inside muscles milked him to orgasm, shooting deep inside my pussy. 

He flipped me over onto my back, his softening cock still in my warmth, and held my face in his hands as he kissed me passionately. We could both hardly wait to see what the rest of the week would bring as we happily drifted off to sleep intertwined together.

As always, many thanks to RAB for editing and being an all around good person. Please send me feedback, and don't forget to vote!



Hanukkah Tradition Ch. 04



This is not just a holiday story, but rather a tale of two newly weds, Rachel and Geoffrey, who have begun a new holiday tradition on this, their first Hanukkah together. In the spirit of the holiday they are exchanging eight sexy gifts on each of the eight nights. You don't need to be Jewish to appreciate the story. Neither must you have read the other parts of the series, but you might appreciate it more if you have. Enjoy! 

"Well, what do you think?" he asked while spinning around and modeling the hunter green sweater I'd given him. We'd just finished half a bottle of wine between us and we were both feeling pretty giddy.

"Very nice. Seems to fit well," I said giggling. He spun around with hands on his hips, modeling like a professional. "But I think if you wear it in public, you'd want to wear pants." His naked ass and half hard cock were clearly on display just below the sweater. Ever since the beginning of this new holiday ritual, Geoffrey stayed at least half hard all the time and as the days went by, I was more and more enamored by this tradition. 

"Okay, let's clean up some and then you can open your real present," I said with a wink. Geoffrey helped pick up wrapping, and ran upstairs to change into boxer briefs and silk pajama tops and bottoms. I was wearing the beautiful skimpy robe he'd gotten me last night, with little matching pink panties and fuzzy pink socks. The socks didn't really go with the outfit but my feet were cold.

Geoffrey came bounding down the stairs like an excited little kid and stood in front of me dancing anxiously back and forth on his feet. It was cute to see him so enthusiastic and impatient. I had him sit on the couch while I went to get the present.

I walked over to him and sat in his lap, handing him a little box. He took the box in his hand, shook it and heard something rattling around inside. Geoffrey looked around, figuring there must be more to the present than this. He searched my eyes asking without words, is this it?

"Just open it, silly," I laughed. Ripping off the bright paper quickly, he pulled out a little box and quickly opened it. He just sat there, slightly stunned, looking at the contents.

"What's this?" he said, obviously confused.

"You can't tell what it is?" I replied, being coy.

"Yeah, Rach...it's a dreidel. I don't get it," Geoffrey said, sounding a little disappointed. He held the box up to me, as though I didn't know exactly what the contents were, and waited for an explanation. Inside the box was a simple green wooden dreidel, the kind any Jewish households with children has a zillion of lying around at Hanukkah. 

"I don't know, honey. I just thought it might be fun," I said. Teasing him was so entertaining. He pulled it out of the box, held it up to inspect it closely, looking for something about it that could possibly be considered sexy. No, it was just a standard dreidel, with four sides, each with a Hebrew letter, Nun, Gimel, Hey and Shin.

He looked into my eyes and I couldn't continue with a straight face. I took the dreidel from his hand and pointed into the box. "In case you've forgotten how to play, I put the instructions in there too."

Geoffrey rolled his eyes, muttering to himself, "How am I going to forget how to play? I played dreidel every single year with my sisters." He pulled from the box the folded paper I'd printed from the computer and I snickered out loud when I saw his eyes widen. The paper inside said:

Strip Dreidel - Instructions Nun - Nothing happens, pass to next player Gimel - Player gets one sexual favor of his choice Hey - Player chooses one article of clothing to take off opponent Shin - Player must take off one article of clothing

Geoffrey beamed and kissed me hard. "I love it," he said. Running to the kitchen, he grabbed the rest of the bottle of wine and our glasses and brought them to the dining room table. He turned out all the lights other than the kitchen light and the glow of the menorah candles and sat down opposite me at the table. 

Holding the dreidel in his hand, he asked, "Who goes first?" I smiled and took a long sip of wine, watching as he excitedly spun. We both held our breath in anticipation as it finally came to rest on Hey. Good start for him. He chose for me to take off the socks, while promising to warm me up if I got cold.

We took turns, slowly losing articles of clothing. I was anything but cold as I sat nearly naked and asked Geoffrey for the sexual favor of a long passionate kiss. He made a big production of pulling me out of the chair and into his arms, pressing his lips to mine. My knees became weak when he snaked his warm tongue into my mouth, sensuously caressing the insides of my lips. He pulled away from the kiss and I was left somewhat breathless and very turned on as he grinned and turned back to his seat. I sat down slightly stunned, vaguely remembering that this was part of the game.

We both sipped wine, feeling more and more giddy with the heady combination of alcohol and sexual energy. We played leisurely, laughing between longing glances, and I felt my insides flutter with anticipation of how the game would proceed. Geoffrey took great delight in removing my last article of clothing, my little pink panties, as he made me stand in front of him and took them off deliciously slowly. He ran his hands gently over my hips and bottom and it was then I realized how wet my pussy had become. 

Sitting bare and feeling a warm glow emanating from my middle, I spun the top. Squealing with delight at my good fortune - the dreidel landed on gimel, a sexual favor for me - I requested that Geoffrey lick my sensitive nipples. He grinned at the request, and gently directed me over to straddle his thighs. With his hands on the small of my back he pulled me closer, the tip of his tongue brushing lightly at first over alternating nipples. So expert was he at taunting my nipples that I felt my wetness begin to leak a little against his boxer briefs. As his lips closed over my left nipple, I began grinding my hips against his lap, cursing my fortune and wishing I were grinding directly on his naked cock. 

My eyes closed, my head tilted back and my arms wrapped around Geoffrey's neck, I concentrated on how skillfully his tongue brought my nipples to aching hardness. How lucky that I found a man so sensuous and talented with his tongue. Just as I was beginning to get very stimulated, he lightly tapped my hips and pulled his lips from my nipple with a slurp. His turn.

His roll and he was forced to remove his last article of clothing, his briefs. Mockingly he made a big production of sliding them off slowly, standing close to my chair. Once released from his underwear, his throbbing manhood sprang up and I would swear I could feel the heat emanating from him so close to me. It was hard not to reach out and touch him but I figured it would ruin the fun of the game. There would be plenty of time for that.

We both giggled as we joked about how the new adult version of the game was progressing. As Geoffrey stood up to get us some more wine, I watched his mostly hardened member bounce in front of him and my mouth began to water. When he returned from the kitchen, he was laughing hysterically. 

His laughter was infectious and when I asked what he was laughing about, he answered proudly, "I have a new version of the dreidel song!" He began singing:

"Oh Rachel, Rachel, Rachel, I lick her night and day, And when she's wet and ready, With Rachel I shall play.

She has a lovely body, With tits as soft as sin, And before we get all tired, We fuck and then I win."

At this we both laughed. I don't know when I'd ever been so delighted to play dreidel.

We decided that now that we were both naked we'd just keep taking turns rolling and as we each got gimel, we'd come up with more sexual favors to ask of each other. The favors thus far had been pretty tame, but as the game progressed, I was so much more excited. When Geoffrey rolled gimel first, I silently hoped he'd step up the requests.

"Okay, Rach, I'll have a lap dance." I laughed but looking into his eyes, I saw he was not joking. We'd danced together many times, and I'd occasionally made a production of a sexy strip tease for him. But I'd never danced just for him like that before. Secretly I'd often fantasized about dancing this way for men but when it came time to do it, I feared I'd look silly. 

I couldn't ever remember telling Geoffrey that it was one of my fantasies to writhe to music and bring men to a sexual pique with only the movements of my body. Looking at Geoffrey's expectant grin, I surmised that his request probably has less to do with my secret fantasy than with his interest in seeing me dance sensually for him.

Looking into his eyes, daring me to continue while simultaneously lovingly supportiing me, gave me all the encouragement I needed. Also, somehow it was easier to do knowing that it was just part of the game. I stood up, walked to the stereo to put on a sexy song. Quickly settling on a song with a slow pounding beat, I walked toward him as seductively as I could manage.

Geoffrey's eyes glowed with excitement. He had literally moved to the edge of his seat in anticipation. I leaned down to lightly kiss his lips as I pressed my hand against his chest, coaxing him to lean back in the chair and relax. I began a sensuous dance around him, closing my eyes and feeling the pounding rhythm move my body. I moved around his chair, trailing my fingers over his skin as I continued to dance, swaying my hips. Whether it was the thick sexual anticipation of the night or the fact that my loving husband was watching my every move with lust-filled eyes, I was empowered with newfound confidence. 

Standing in front of him, I moved closer as he spread his legs. His hand rested on his hard cock, barely moving, and his intent eyes never wavered from my body. Loving the attention, I turned around and bent way over, spreading my legs wide and holding my ankles. I was sure he could see my pussy and how aroused I was as I stood back up and undulated my hips. When I turned back around, his amused smile had turned to an expression of desire and need and his hands gripped the sides of the chair so hard the knuckles were white. Apparently I wasn't the only one who was becoming anxious.

Swaying to the music I leaned close to him, steadying myself with my hands on his shoulders. I rolled my hips closer, my smooth center grinding very near his lap without touching. My breasts swayed in front of him, with my nipples hard and swollen from his earlier nibbling. I looked down to see precum forming at his purple engorged head, and smirked to myself. What an amazing sense of power, making a man hard without even touching his cock. I turned around, holding the edge of the table, and leaned way over. The song ended just as I saw him start to reach toward my hip with his hand, but before he could touch me, I stood up and spun around.

"Okay, my turn!" I said, smiling. Geoffrey groaned, half joking. This game was teasing both of us. When I sat back down and took another long sip of wine, I pondered how much I enjoyed dancing for Geoffrey. Considering the state of his erection, I judged he had enjoyed it as well. I actually looked forward to the chance that I could dance for him again so I could explore further this fantasy of mine to turn a man on without even touching him. Something about the idea seemed so empowering and I began to understand why women would enjoy stripping for a living.

We both took turns rolling and it was my turn next to pick a favor. My eyes lit up and I quickly retrieved a throw pillow from the couch. Geoffrey watched longingly as I sat on the table directly in front of him, carefully placing the pillow behind my head. I spread my legs wide and put each of my feet on his knees. 

"Touch me," I said, half begging. My pussy was so wet and I could feel my clit aching to be fondled.

Geoffrey didn't flinch as he looked into my eyes and asked with mock confusion, "Touch you where, Rachel?" He loved teasing me.

"Touch me here," I answered, tracing my index finger lightly over my slit.

Geoffrey reached out with both hands, teasingly sliding his fingers along the crease where my thighs met my hips. "Here?"

"Mmm hmm," I answered, wriggling a little on the table to get more comfortable and spreading my legs wider. My smooth pussy lips were puffy with wanting and he began his caress. The coolness of his breath brushed over me as his fingers slid just slightly between the lips. His eyes never left mine as he expertly traced up and down along the slick slit. I tipped my hips upward, wanting him to continue. Wanting him to finger me. Needing him to be inside me.

"Here, Rachel?" he asked as he slid his index finger just an inch inside me. I closed my eyes, beyond answering rationally. My head tipped back and eyes closed as my senses began to swirl in my head. With one hand Geoffrey spread the lips of my pussy wide so that my engorged clit was exposed. He never touched my aching clit as he slowly, tantalizingly, began sliding his digit deeper inside me. The moist sound of my juices on his finger filled the palpable anticipating silence in the room. 

Finally buried deep within me, I felt him upturn his strong finger inside, pressing against my g-spot. He knew this would drive me wild. As I began to involuntarily squirm on the table, his finger began to push inside me in a steady rhythm and I forgot about the game, concentrating only on his ministrations. 

Just as I was nearing release Geoffrey suddenly eased his finger from my pussy and announced, "My turn." My eyes flew open and I realized that it was a close call as to which of us could tease more. My exasperation was made infinitely more tolerable by the fact that I knew before the end of the night we'd both be satisfied. For now I was content to stand from the table and return to my seat. I crossed my legs, resisting the urge to reach down and touch my clit, knowing that prolonging the anticipation would only make it better.

We both rolled several times with no luck. I was tempted to suggest we put the dreidel away so we could move the game to the bedroom. Seeing how excited Geoffrey was to continue, I nixed the suggestion in my head

He got lucky again and sat back in his chair carefully calculating which favor he would request next.

"Touch yourself," he said. My eyes lit up. Finally! I had been aching to touch myself for well over an hour. Geoffrey and I had masturbated in front of each other on many occasions and we both found the idea very erotic. Geoffrey had told me many times that he knew of no sexier sight that the look on my face as pleasure of my orgasm washed over me. I eagerly reached down, spreading my legs, ready to start, but he stopped me with his words.

"Over here, on my lap," he said. Taking my hand, he led me to his lap. Then turning me around, he directed my hips down to sit on his naked thighs. He pulled me to him so that my back rested on his chest. He spread my legs wide apart, draping each of my legs over his and then spreading his legs wider. My pussy was very open and I felt his shaft hard and nestled against my ass. Geoffrey leaned way back in his chair, gently caressing my face and encouraging me to lay my head on his shoulder. His lips were close to my ear and his arms wrapped around me. I squirmed a little, getting comfortable.

"That's it, baby," he whispered, encouraging me. "Do it now. Touch yourself."

I closed my eyes, slowly trailing my fingers down over my hard nipples on the way to my throbbing center. Geoffrey stared over my shoulder in front of me, watching closely as I teased myself gently, making it a little show for him. I felt his breath on my neck as his arms wrapped around me, his warm hand lightly pinching my sensitive nipple. 

"Your pussy is so wet. I can see how hard your little clit is from here. Show me how you touch yourself. Slowly," he coaxed. I think Geoffrey must have realized that as excited as I was, I was capable of having an orgasm very quickly. Reaching down I ran my finger between the spread lips, not touching my sensitive clit. My eyes were still closed and I was not surprised to feel how incredibly wet I already was. Reaching further down, I could feel the juices dripping down to my ass as I ran my fingers up and down over the slit. When my fingers moved more quickly, he laid his hand over mine, slowing my pace.

"Your beautiful pussy is so wet and tight inside," he said, rolling my nipples between his thumbs and index fingers. "Show me how you finger fuck yourself." At this suggestion I had a sharp intake of breath. I loved hearing him whisper sexy things into my ear.

As I slipped one finger inside, I concentrated on the warmth and tightness. I curled my finger up in hopes of approaching my g-spot inside. I knew from many hours of solitary exploration that I'd never come close to being able to reach that angle but it never stopped me from trying. Geoffrey moaned quietly behind me as he saw me push another finger inside. I felt his cock nestled underneath me, pulsing and hot against my skin. Keeping one of his hands cupping my breast, he moved the other to my pussy. He splayed my lips apart so I could push just a fraction of an inch deeper.

"Oh baby, I can see everything from here. I love watching you fuck yourself." His talk only got me more worked up as I started moving my fingers in and out more quickly. His fingers splayed me open and exposed, and I began to lose myself in the tingling sensations building deep within me.

"Okay, Rachel, now slowly, I want to see you touch your clit. Slowly." Following his instructions I slipped my fingers from my wet hole and dragged them up just a couple inches to my clit. Expertly I started swirling my fingers around my clit as I felt him dip his finger into my pussy. Squeezing tightly on his finger with my inside muscles, I heard him chuckle. He loved seeing me this aroused.

Sweeping my fingers slowly over my aching clit, I felt him pull his wet finger from me and bring it up to my lips. Without thinking I opened my mouth, pulling his finger in with suction from my lips, tasting my own juices. Suckling hard on his finger, I started to rub more feverishly over my clit as his breathing became more ragged against my neck. I was so excited and felt a huge orgasm building inside me. But before I could cum, he gently pulled his finger from my mouth and pried my hands from aching center. He held my hips, helping me stand up. Now this was getting frustrating, I thought. Walking to my chair, I could feel my pussy leaking juices between my thighs. My eyes half glazed with lust, I just sat there staring at him. 

"Rachel, sweetie, its your turn," he gently reminded me. The intense sexual tension was making it hard to remember this was just a game. I picked up the dreidel to roll. Back and forth we passed the top until finally he rolled gimel again. Geoffrey was always very lucky. This time he said nothing, walked in front of me and leaned back on the table. I bent forward in my chair, his hardness jutting out inches from my face.

Looking directly into my eyes, he said nothing and I guessed what he wanted. I reached out to touch him, feeling the heat of him, and started slowly stroking. His eyes never left mine as he gently pulled my hands from his cock. I watched his face closely, waiting for instruction while he seemed to be choosing his words carefully.

"I want to feel your lips on me," he explained, "but I want you to keep your head still." This was an interesting twist. When I came up with the idea of a sexual dreidel game, I hadn't realized that this was a way to try new things and I was thrilled to gain new insight into what Geoffrey thought was sexy.

I licked my lips as Geoffrey gently held the sides of my face, playing his fingers through my hair. He gently pulled me closer to his middle and I opened my mouth, taking the head inside. The salty taste of precum covered the rubbery head and I heard him groan as he slowly slid his cock deeper into my mouth. I concentrated on keeping my lips tight around him as he slid further along my tongue to the back of my throat. My nose was nestled in his neatly trimmed pubes and I breathed in his clean sexy scent. From experience, Geoffrey knew exactly how much of him would fit in my mouth without making me gag and he was certainly close to that now.




Hanukkah Tradition Ch. 04



Using supreme control, Geoffrey kept a very slow pace, sliding his shaft in and out of my mouth. He closed his eyes, concentrating on the tightness of my lips as he slowly continued to fuck my mouth. I loved feeling him control the pace, using my mouth to bring him pleasure. After only a couple of minutes he reluctantly pulled his shaft from my lips with a plop and leaned over to kiss my lips, puffy from the sucking.

He sat back down in his chair and we just looked at each other with longing, silently daring each other to forfeit the game. Neither of us caved and I picked up the dreidel. After several turns back and forth I finally got a gimel. My pussy was so aching with need that it was hard for me to settle on exactly what I wanted. I decided on something I'd thought of doing before but had never tried since it almost seemed like too much of a tease to force on Geoffrey. But in this game we seemed to be pushing each other's limits, so I was encouraged to try.

"I want to touch myself with your cock," I said, matter-of-factly. Geoffrey tilted his head, confused by the request. I explained, "I want to touch myself, touch my clit, with your cock. I want to use you as my own personal sexy, warm dildo." Geoffrey smiled, clearly excited by the prospect, and waited for me to explain how.

Slowly rising from my chair, I slowly walked around the table. I again stood in front of him, his manhood standing at attention in his lap, dripping and ready. Climbing up onto the table again, I spread my legs and wordlessly directed Geoffrey to stand in front of me. I propped my head and shoulders on the pillow getting comfortable, then reached out for his throbbing member with my hand. Gently tugging him closer, I started to run the shaft up and down, just between my lips. The rubbery head slid easily against the moist, warm insides of the lips, feeling better than any dildo ever could.

Geoffrey steadied himself with a hand on either side of me on the table, holding his hips close to my pussy but still. He looked down between us, watching me use him while I writhed with pleasure. God, if anyone ever came up with a toy that could stay this warm and velvety smooth, they'd be multi-millionaires, I thought. Closing my eyes, I began to swirl the sensitive underside of the head round and round my engorged clit. All the touching had gotten me very close and I could feel my orgasm building inside me quickly.

Spreading our combined juices over Geoffrey's cock, I began dragging it directly over my clit. The feeling of his throbbing head directly against my aching little button was driving me wild. I marveled at how much control Geoffrey was using, staying so still and letting me use him like this. He continued to watch between us as I picked up the pace, rubbing the head rhythmically over myself. Ooh, so close. I prayed he wouldn't stop me since my orgasm was so eminent. 

Geoffrey must have sensed I was too close to appreciate more teasing or else he himself was as ready as I was to have release. I gripped his cock even tighter, settling on a quick pace rubbing up and down my slit. I moaned loudly as the feeling of him throbbing against my clit pushed me over the edge, my pussy twitching in rhythmic spasms as pleasure rushed in waves over my body. 

As quick as that, Geoffrey's lips were hard on mine, sucking the breath from me. I continued to hold his cock in my hand, not wanting to let go as my pussy continued to twitch inside. Pulling his lips from mine I looked up at Geoffrey and he spoke to me in a husky voice, dripping with pure lust.

"Now I'm going to fuck you." I pulled my knees up toward my chest, and felt him quickly thrust into my slippery, warm depths. This is what I wanted, what we both wanted, I thought as I felt his hardness filling me. Geoffrey slammed into me over and over, my ass close to the edge of the table at the perfect height. He fucked me hard, hitting exactly the right angle, and the feeling seemed to prolong my orgasm. He pounded me this way for several minutes, pushing deep inside me, but stopped suddenly and pulled me up off the table.

Following his silent direction, he turned me around and sat back down in his chair. His hands pulled me down to sit in his lap, and as my pussy hovered over him, he held his cock directing it into my wetness. He pulled me down hard against his crotch, and I felt the head bump against my cervix. Again he pulled my back against his chest as I rocked my hips grinding his pulsing shaft deep inside me. 

"This time I'm going to touch you. I want to feel you cum on my cock," he whispered into my ear. He tweaked my stiff nipples with his fingers before wrapping one arm around me and trailing his other hand to my pussy. His fingers began their skilled manipulation of my clit as his hardness inside me pushed forward onto my g-spot. I closed my eyes, surrendering to the feelings, as his touches began a fevered pace over my still sensitive clit. 

Within just a couple of minutes I was close again and Geoffrey slowed down. He very slowly pushed me over the edge with his touching and my pussy gripped his cock hard as I shuddered with another huge orgasm. Geoffrey held me tightly as my inside muscles twitched around him and he moaned against my neck. Geoffrey patiently waited for the intense feelings of my orgasm subsided a little, then stood us both up without his hardness slipping from me. He gently pushed me over the table, with my head resting on the pillow and my ass up high. Geoffrey spread my legs with his knee then took firm hold of my hips as he began to fuck me in earnest.

Geoffrey slammed into me over and over, pushing the breath from my lungs with each thrust. My pussy was dripping, as I felt him so deep inside me. Grunting with each hard plunge, I could feel his balls slapping against me and I knew he had to be close. After only a few fevered moments, I felt his cock jump as he exploded, emptying himself into my depths. Gripping my hips with his strong hands, he held himself buried inside me until we both caught our breaths.

He finally collapsed over me, his slowly softening member still inside. Kissing and playfully nibbling my ear lobe, I could feel us breathing in unison against the table.

"Well, I'll never be able to look at a dreidel without getting an erection again," he said, chuckling softly against the back of my neck. Slowly he helped me up and we walked to the bedroom. Climbing into bed, he spooned against my back and wrapped his arms around me. I nuzzled back against him as he arms wrapped around me and he cupped my breast.

"The only problem with this game, Geoff, is it's hard to tell who the winner is." I said in a sleepy voice.

"Baby, this is the best kind of game," Geoffrey whispered against my neck. "It's a game we both win." I smiled. So true, I thought. Feeling happy and sated, we both slipped off to sleep as thoughts of the rest of the holiday drifted through our heads.

Thank you to RAB for his patience, editing, and general advice. Please don't forget to vote, and send me some feedback! 



Hanukkah Tradition Ch. 05



This is not just a holiday story, but rather a tale of two newly weds, Rachel and Geoffrey, who have begun a new holiday tradition on this, their first Hanukkah together. In the spirit of the holiday they are exchanging eight sexy gifts on each of the eight nights. You don't need to be Jewish to appreciate the story. Neither must you have read the other parts of the series, but you might appreciate it more if you have. Enjoy!

"You must have me confused with someone else," I said into the phone. "I didn't make an appointment to have my hair styled." 

"No, ma'am, it says right here in my book that you're scheduled for a hair styling, a manicure and a pedicure this afternoon." 

I stared at the phone in disbelief, how in the world did this salon get my number? "There must be some kind of mistake, I haven't had a professional pedicure ever - and I certainly didn't schedule one for today," I said incredulously.

"No, right here, Rachel Gold, one o'clock, manicure and pedicure with Gina, and styling with Claire. Already pre-paid." Holy cow, I thought, had Geoffrey come up with this? It was then that I saw the envelope leaning against the phone base, with a small Happy Hanukkah sticker on the front. 

"Hold on," I said into the phone, quickly opening the envelope and scanning the card inside. 

My Darling Rachel,

Enjoy the afternoon of pampering, my love. 

There's a box for you on the top shelf of the linen closet. Open it when you get home this afternoon. Be ready at 6 o'clock. I'll see you then.

- Kisses, Geoffrey.

"OK, sorry, I guess I forgot. I'll be there at...one o'clock was it?" I hung up the phone, still slightly stunned. What in the world was he planning?

The rest of the morning flew by. I stopped myself dozens of times from going to get that white box down and seeing what the surprise was. It was hard to be good when no one was watching. But Geoffrey had obviously gone to a lot of trouble and his instructions were very specific. I busied myself cleaning up, amazed at how quickly the holiday had turned the house into disarray. 

At one o'clock I stepped into the posh salon and the receptionist hurried me into pedicure chair. My feet were soaked while Gina pampered my fingers. I'd never had a professional pedicure before and I was delighted to find it came with a leg and foot massage. Gina was very cute, I thought, as she stroked strong fingers up and down my lotion-covered calves. Sitting back in the chair, I began to daydream about how wonderful the holiday had been so far - and how I couldn't wait to see what this surprise was at home. And be ready at six? Ready for what? The combination of anticipation and sensuous leg massage was making my pussy tingle with excitement.

My fingers with a French manicure, and my toes a bright slightly whorish shade of crimson, I was next ushered to the hair stylist. My hair was washed, my scalp massaged. I couldn't remember when I'd been so relaxed (outside of my bedroom!) The stylist worked without asking me for input, and I assumed she'd gotten her direction from Geoffrey when he made these arrangements. My hair was cut, just a little from the ends, so that my long auburn hair swept over my shoulders in slightly layered waves. Geoffrey loved for me to wear my hair down and looking in the mirror I could see why.

It's a wonder I didn't get a speeding ticket on the way home, not because I was running late but because I was anxious to get home and open that white box. Careful not to mar my nearly dry nails, I rushed to the closet and pulled down the simple white package with a beautiful blue bow. Bringing it to the bedroom, I then quickly peeled off the lip to find tissue-covered contents and another note on top.

My Darling Rachel,

I know this isn't exactly what you might have picked out yourself but I love to display you. Make sure you wear everything included in this box.

- Kisses, Geoffrey

Peeling back the tissue revealed a short black skirt and a beautiful black blouse. The blouse was long-sleeved and made of feather light filmy material. I held it up to the light and wondered . . . Geoffrey can't possibly know this is almost transparent. Digging further in the box, I found a matching set of panties, bra, garter and stockings, black to match the outfit. The panties were hardly panties at all but rather a little strip of translucent black mist to cover my smooth pussy. 

The bra was equally scandalous, with push-up type cups made of translucent black material. Holding the bra and blouse to the light, the combination nearly seemed to cover, but I was sure my nipples would be showing through. Lastly the garter, with the silkiest stockings I'd ever felt, I thought as I brushed them against my cheek. My pussy began to quiver with the idea of wearing this outfit in public, and I was much too excited to be embarrassed. W

With plenty of time to spare, I picked up the box from the bed and heard something rattling under the tissue. Fishing around, I pulled out a small plastic egg, about the size of a real egg. What in the world? Sitting on the bed, I puzzled over the egg. How did this get in here? I held it, trying to judge the use, and it was actually rather heavy. Closely inspecting the egg, there was little writing on the bottom, barely even able to be seen with careful scrutiny. It said, "For Internal Use Only." At that I giggled. It was meant for my pussy!

As I showered, my thoughts ran over the events of the past week. My soapy hands ran over my breasts and pussy and I thought of Geoffrey and how much I loved to shower with him. I put my hands on the tile, feeling the water run down my body, and thought about how Geoffrey had touched my pussy and ass in this shower only two days before. My hand trailed down to my pussy without even thinking and I slid a finger along my slit as my head started to swim with sexy thoughts of Geoffrey naked and dripping, of him shaving me on the bed, of his cock inside me....

It was about then that I realized how incredibly turned on I was - and Geoffrey hadn't even touched me yet today. Deciding it would be best to use some self-control and save up my sexual tension for tonight, I quickly rinsed off and stepped out of the shower.

Dressing in that outfit made me feel very sexual. How had Geoffrey picked something that would fit so well, I wondered. He had wonderful taste. I put on the lingerie first, parading around the room and looking at myself in the mirror from all angles. The bra pushed my breasts up into the most cleavage I'd ever had. I could barely wait to show Geoffrey. I turned to get the rest of the outfit and there sat the egg on the bed.

Picking the egg up, I said, "Almost forgot about you." Sliding the panties to the side, I easily slipped the egg inside. It made my pussy feel slightly full but it was small enough that I couldn't feel it too much once it settled into my depths. Its wider base helped to keep it inside, and with the heaviness, I figured it must be one of those Kegel exercise type toys, to strengthen my inner muscles. What ever it is, I thought, it feels naughty to have something up there while we go out.

I put on the rest of the outfit and a little make up. I could almost imagine Geoffrey there behind me, asking me to leave my hair down. Most times I would giggle and put it up since flowing locks aren't too appropriate for grocery shopping and other errands. But tonight I wanted to look perfect for him. I pulled out a little silver necklace with a heart charm that he'd given me on one of our first dates. I wondered if he'd notice. It wasn't the most expensive piece of jewelry I owned, or even the most expensive he'd given me, but it always made me smile. He gave it to me the first night he ever told me he loved me.

Six o'clock was quickly approaching and I put on the rest of the outfit. I couldn't keep from dancing around in front of this mirror, bending over to see how prominent my cleavage looked with the push-up bra. I leaned over to pick up my high-heeled shoes and felt cool air brush over my nearly naked bottom. Making a mental note to be sure not to drop anything that would need to be picked up, I heard the front door opening. Right on time. That man is nothing if not punctual.

Making a grand entrance down the stairs, I stepped seductively while swaying my hips. My darling's eyes nearly popped out of his head as he watched wordlessly as I descended. Finally standing at the foot of the stairs, I waited for his commentary. Geoffrey whistled and came over to sweep me into a tight embrace. 

"You look amazing. I knew you would. I love to see your hair down, so sensual," he said. "Did you like the outfit?"

"I don't know when I've ever felt so sexy, Geoff. Thank you," I replied sincerely.

"Don't thank me yet," he said winking. "This is only part of the surprise." I bit my tongue, stopping myself from asking for a hint, since I knew there'd be none. Geoffrey loved to surprise me. Holding me close, he whispered into my ear, "Do you have on everything in the box? Everything?" He punctuated his question with a squeeze of my bottom and I giggled.

After a quick change of clothes for him, we headed out the door to our secret destination. As we drove, I felt the sheer fabric brushing against my nipples, already hard and jutting out scandalously. Looking over at my handsome husband, I felt confident that I'd love the surprise. He'd done so well so far.

Geoffrey flew down the stairs, sweeping me up into his arms and kissing me, before we headed out for our big adventure. As we drove, Geoffrey kept glancing over at me, looking me up and down and scrutinizing closely. He couldn't stop smiling and although it made me crazy not knowing what the plans were, I let him have his excitement.

We drove a long way, clear across town. I couldn't imagine where we were headed. This was a part of town we rarely ventured to, not far from the college. We pulled up to a small hole-in-the-wall Italian restaurant and Geoffrey took my arm to escort me inside. 

As we walked toward a booth in back, I noticed several men staring wide-eyed as we walked by. Looking down, I was a little shocked to notice that the outline of my breasts and my cleavage were clearly visible through my blouse in this lighting. Geoffrey smiled and winked at me and I wondered if he realized how many men were getting a show of mybreasts.

We sat together in a dimly lit booth, talking about how the holiday had progressed so far. A blush crept over my face when he asked if I enjoyed the dreidel game and having to do what he wanted. In truth that was nearly the most exciting part of the evening but I didn't need to tell Geoffrey that. He already knew me so well. Our intimate conversation was made even more so by him leaning close to me, so close I could smell his wonderful, clean scent. The conversation progressed through dinner as we sipped wine and forgot entirely about the world going on around us.

"I loved the sexy dance you did for me, Rach," he whispered to me with a twinkle in his eyes. "Watching you dance made me nearly forget the game. It made me want to take you right there," he continued. At this I closed my eyes and felt a flutter deep in my middle with the recollection of how sexy I felt when I swayed my body to the rhythm. The most erotic part of the dance was how free I felt, as if possessed by the music flowing through me, and the lust and love I saw reflected in my husband's eyes.

I was startled from my reminiscing by a clink of glasses at a nearby table. Geoffrey chuckled at the sight of me momentarily so entranced. When I looked down at the table, I saw a little black box with a bright gold ribbon. Geoffrey was so full of surprises today! I reached for the box and Geoffrey smiled. He offered no explanation as I opened the present and looked with confusion at the contents. It was a little black plastic rectangular device with three unmarked buttons. As I took it from the box, the busboy cleared the table and Geoffrey sat back in his chair. He obviously enjoyed my perplexed look. 

When Geoffrey wasn't terribly forthcoming with details, I decided to push the top button. I was rewarded with the most intense buzzing inside me. The little egg had come to life! I was so startled I nearly knocked over my water just as the server walked up to ask if we wanted dessert or coffee. I could barely even think as the very quiet whirling continued inside me. Geoffrey gently took the remote control from me and turned off the egg while simultaneously declining the dessert with a smile.

"How did that feel?" he asked, knowing well the pleasure I felt by the dazed ecstasy still on my face. 

"Oh, Geoffrey! I can't wait to get home and play more with that," I replied excitedly, reaching for the remote in Geoffrey's hands. 

He slipped it into his shirt pocket and replied mysteriously, "We aren't going home yet. The night is young." Leaving me to ponder what else could be in store, he paid the check and escorted me to the car.

As we drove away, I felt a warmth spreading over me, starting with my pussy and emanating through my body in a happy glow. I could still remember that brief buzzing in my pussy and I could barely sit still in the car seat with the knowledge I would get to feel it again before the end of the night.

We pulled up to a busy looking bar and I looked at him quizzically. We'd never been here before. This was getting more and more interesting. 

Geoffrey answered my wordless question with, "This is a nightclub a client of mine owns. He owes me more than a few favors and he offered to buy us a couple drinks if we stopped by. Is that ok?"

Drinks? I thought. How could I want drinks when I have the most amazing toy inside me? I tried to look excited as he walked around and opened my door. He hugged me close and whispered in my ear, "Trust me Rachel. I think you're going to enjoy this."

We walked inside and I looked around. The place was packed with mainly college-aged patrons, many of whom were either sitting at the bar or dancing on the packed dance floor. Geoffrey leaned over and whispered something into the bouncer at the door, who made a call on the wall phone next to him. Geoffrey held my arm with his, reassuring me that this was all part of the plan. Within minutes a middle aged nicely dressed gentleman emerged from the crowd and smiled at Geoffrey.

"Wonderful to see you, Geoffrey," he said with a warm handshake. He had a slight accent, perhaps Italian? I couldn't be sure. "And this must be your wife. You were right. She's stunning." At this he winked and I felt a blush creep over my face.

Geoffrey introduced us. "Thanks, Joseph. This is my wife, Rachel. Rachel, this is Joseph, a client and friend of mine." He warmly took my hand, holding it in his as he continued to appraise me head to toe. Rather than shocked by his obvious gawking, I was rather flattered by the attention.

"Rachel and Geoffrey, this is John," Joseph said, pointing to the very muscular bouncer standing near us. "He'll be happy to keep an eye on you and help you with anything you might need." I tried to imagine what that could mean, as Joseph turned to the man and asked him to escort me to the bar. Geoffrey winked, and kissed my cheek, telling me he'd be along later. The hulking bouncer led me to the bar and I sat up on the stool, crossing my stocking-covered legs. He looked appreciatively at my very short skirt exposing just the tops of the stockings. He let me know he'd be watching from across the room in case I needed anything. I couldn't imagine what all this was about, but decided what I certainly needed was a drink. I leaned over and ordered a rum and coke from the well built bartender.

As I sat at the bar waiting for the drink, I looked around. The room was filled with beautiful people, men and women, sitting and talking all around me. The bartender handed me my drink as he looked me over and I smiled back. It was nice getting this attention and it was more than my outfit that made me feel sexy tonight. This new holiday tradition had opened the door to many new adventures and I was momentarily lost in thought considering what new surprises this night would bring. 

Looking back over my shoulder, I saw Geoffrey sitting with three guys at a table across the room. I had seen the guys when we walked in. They were sitting by themselves, talking and laughing together. How does Geoffrey know them? Turning back around, I caught the bartender looking over at my cleavage and I winked at him. He smiled sheepishly then turned back to work, looking only slightly embarrassed.

As I waited at the bar, my mind wandered over the last few nights and things we'd shared in bed and in the shower. My pussy was slightly moist and tingled as I thought about that vibrating egg inside me. Taking a long slow sip of my drink, I was startled from my thoughts by a gentle tap on my shoulder. I turned to find it was one of the men my husband had been talking to. Looking slightly puzzled, I looked him over briefly. Slightly taller than my husband and more muscular, he was blond and tan. I quickly judged that he surely wasn't hurting for dates and he could probably have his choice of women in this bar.

"Would you care to dance?" he asked. I just say there, slightly dumbfounded. He was just talking to my husband., He must know I'm married, I thought as I absentmindedly toyed with the wedding ring on my finger. 

"I'm...umm...I'm here with my husband." I answered. He just smiled knowingly at me but took a minute to respond. During the almost uncomfortable pause, his eyes trailed over my body, pausing at my breasts and then lower at my legs and high heels.

"Yes, I know," he said, extending his hand to mine. "Geoffrey said it would be okay. Come on. Let's dance." I looked over my shoulder to see Geoffrey staring at me from afar and smiling. He nodded to me, wordlessly telling me to go ahead. I took the man's hand and he helped me down from the barstool. Without any other words between us, we made our way through the crowd to the dance floor where the pounding rhythm of the music grew louder and louder as we approached. The blond turned and abruptly pulled me to him, dancing so close to me that I could smell his lingering cologne.

I tried to look over the crowds of people back to the table where Geoffrey was but I couldn't see him. This all seemed strange and oddly unsettling but the music was good and I figured it's just a dance. After a few minutes the music turned slower and I saw Geoffrey at the side of the dance floor with his hand tapping over his shirt pocket, reminding me of the remote control. He smiled at me, silently encouraging me to dance for him. Made brave by the anonymity of the crowd and by the slightly tipsy feeling from my drink, I figured if this is what he wants, then he'll have a show. 

I wrapped over arm around the blond's neck, pulling him closer so that his chest was an inch from mine. Dancing very close to him, I writhed to the music among the throng of other dancers and felt the rhythm flow over my body. Turning my back to him, I pressed bottom against him grinding lightly against his middle to the music. I was momentarily startled when I felt his hardness through his jeans against me. But I looked to Geoffrey who was clearly enjoying the show. The blond wrapped his arm around me and pulled me gently but snugly against him as we moved in unison to the song. The sensual movements began to excite me as did the knowledge that my husband wanted this and was enjoying it too.

As the song began to reach a fever pitch, I abandoned trepidation and closed my eyes, soaking in the thumping beat of the music and the feeling of a strong arm around me, holding me tight to his muscular body. Just then I felt the buzzing from deep inside me. My eyes flew open and I saw Geoffrey smiling over at me. My mouth opened in a silent moan but the blond kept dancing, apparently oblivious to the tingling sensation buzzing deep inside me. Energized by the sensation, I turned to continue the sensual dance, looking up into the blond's eyes and seeing him look down at me with pure lust.




Hanukkah Tradition Ch. 05



As suddenly as the song ended, so too did the vibrations inside me and the blond leaned over and kissed my cheek. Breathing heavily against my neck, he spoke intimately into my ear, thanking me for the dance and telling me I was a very sexy dancer. Before I could respond, he quickly turned away and I was left alone and breathless on the dance floor.

I turned to head back to the bar but before I could, another of those three men Geoffrey was talking to came up to me. This one was shorter with much darker skin, sort of Italian looking. As with the other man, he put out his hand and asked me to dance. This time I didn't protest as I looked over at my husband again and saw him give me silent permission. For a fleeting instant I thought to wonder just what Geoffrey had in mind with encouraging my dance with these men. But the music started and the man was pulling me to the dance floor.

This man was a much more skilled dancer than the last, pulling me close as our hips began to undulate in unison. He wrapped his arm around my waist and pressed his knee between my legs, pulling me closer and swaying expertly to the tempo of the music. I was less startled this time when the vibrations in my pussy started and I could feel my middle getting warm and moist. I was thankful to have panties on tonight, I thought as the dancing continued.

Although I would never consider dancing this way with a man I just met, it all somehow seemed erotic and safe with my husband watching. Geoffrey often told me that he was very proud to have such a beautiful and sexy wife and he enjoyed the idea of watching men ogle over me and knowing that I would always be going home with him. I wondered how much of this present was for my enjoyment and how much for his.

The buzzing was pulling me closer to a need for release, I realized as I was suddenly struck with the urge to ride hard against this man's thigh on the dance floor. He wrapped both arms around me as the pace of the music slowed and I could feel his warm breath against my neck. I closed my eyes, savoring the feeling of his chest crushed against mine, and his hips pressing against me to the rhythm. 

Again the song drew to a close and the buzzing in my pussy stopped. I stood in front of this man, breathless and flushed as he too leaned forward to chastely kiss my cheek. Thanking me for the dance, he turned to walk away. Standing there with my eyes half glazed in desire, I looked around the room for Geoffrey. When I couldn't find him in the crowd, I headed over to the bar. 

Climbing up into a stool at the bar, I felt the egg squishing inside me. A flush had crept over my chest and face as I tried to catch my breath. I had never been so excited in public before and for a fleeting instant I looked around to see if anyone noticed. Of course, no one did and, when I turned back around, I saw that the same bartender had placed another drink in front of me. Thankful for the chance to rest and collect my thoughts, I slowly sipped the beverage. Geoffrey had never done anything like this before and I mulled over the evening's strange events so far in my mind.

Off in the distance I saw Geoffrey standing with the three men again. I caught his eye and he smiled, putting me at ease, then turned back to discussing something with them. I could also see John, the bouncer, watching me closely from across the bar. What, I wondered, was he watching for? I noticed the third man, the one I hadn't danced with yet, parting the crowd as he made his way over to me at the bar. This one was as handsome at the other two with dark hair and fair skin, wearing tight jeans and a mischievous grin.

When he arrived by my side, he put out his hand and without a word helped me down from the barstool and led me to the dance floor. I felt his hands on my hips maneuvering me through the crowd and again felt the pounding rhythm of the music in my chest. We began dancing and as we did his eyes were fixed on my breasts and the way they jiggled slightly with my movements. He slid around behind me and gyrated his hips against me. I was very turned on, realizing there was only very thin layers of material between his cock and my ass.

With his hands on my hips he pulled me closer and then he spun me around to face him. Wrapping my arms around his neck, I felt him pull me closer, his hand sliding up from my hip to my waist, and just a little higher to the side of my chest. I could feel my nipples, hard and aching, and saw my dance partner studying my cleavage. I jumped, slightly startled when I felt the familiar buzzing inside my pussy again, and this time I moaned out loud. We never stopped dancing though and those powerful arms held me tight to his chest. My pussy began to ache and my orgasm began to build. I closed my eyes, oblivious to the people around me, gyrating my hips and imagining Geoffrey's cock inside me.

Again, the music ended and so too did the amazing vibrations inside my pussy. I could feel my juices soaking the front of my little panties as my dance partner leaned over and thanked me for the dance. Like the others, he turned around and quickly headed away. As I watched him disappear into the crowd, I realized for the first time that I had danced with three different beautiful men and never even learned their names. 

The band announced they would return after a short break and everyone began to disperse from the dance floor. I felt strong arms wrap around me from behind, pulling me close. Kissing down my neck, then whispering into my ear, "Enjoying your present so far, Rachel?" I could feel Geoffrey's cock hard against my ass, and I realized he was getting as excited about the evening as I was. I spun around and he held me, kissing me hard and making me wish we were headed home to bed. 

Geoffrey nuzzled against my neck and again whispered into my ear, "Rachel, you looks so flushed. Maybe you should go to the lady's room and freshen up a little." I giggled and looked up at him quizzically. 

He continued, "I need you to do something for me, Rachel. When you're in the bathroom, take off your panties. I'm sure they're pretty soaked by now anyway." God, he knew me so well. "When you come back out, meet me in the private lounge upstairs." he said, pointing out the stairway at the back of the club. "I'll be waiting for you." He gave me another kiss, quelling any concerns I had.

He was right. I did need to take a breather. The dancing and vibrating had brought me several times to a fevered pitch. The bathroom was thankfully nearly empty as I looked at myself in the mirror. I was momentarily surprised at how flushed and excited I looked, with my erect nipples sticking out from the thin material of my blouse. In the stall I did as Geoffrey instructed, peeling my very wet panties from my quivering pussy. I took another look in the mirror before leaving, and was momentarily alarmed to see how close my ass and pussy were to being on display in this very short skirt.

In the very back of the nightclub was a nearly hidden set of winding stairs leading to a dark balcony. As I made my way up, I was thankful it was dark so no one could see up my skirt at the nakedness on display. The sign on the door confirmed that this was indeed the private lounge and I took a deep breath before letting myself in. The room was very dark and quiet, a stark contrast to the flashing lights and bustle of the nightclub downstairs. I looked around to see Geoffrey sitting on a couch, with a small table in front of him and the downstairs bartender placing several drinks on the table.

Geoffrey smiled and beckoned me to enter. The handsome bartender walked past me and winked as he made his way to the door. I noticed the bouncer standing near the door as my eyes began to adjust to the low lighting.

"If you need anything Mr. Gold, I'll be right outside." And with that, the bartender followed the bartender out and locked the door behind him. I turned back to Geoffrey and saw him smiling, looking me up and down and holding out his hand to signal me to come closer. As I started to walk across the room, it was then that I saw the three men from downstairs, each sitting in a chair on the other side of the table. They were reaching toward their drinks while simultaneously looking me over as well. 

Geoffrey reached out his hand, pulling me to sit down on the couch next to him. I crossed my legs and tried not to seem too nervous about the direction this evening was headed. Geoffrey and I had tried many new things together and I knew he'd never ask me to do anything I wasn't completely at ease with. My husband handed me my drink and explained.

"These are my new friends, Bob, Dean and Rick. I think you've already met them," he said with a wink and a smile.

Still unsure about what this was about, I answered with a meek, "Yes, we have." As Geoffrey talked I was painfully aware that all three men were looking only nominally at my face and their eyes wandered over my body. Surprisingly, instead of feeling self conscious with the close scrutiny, I was actually very turned on. I reveled in having the full attention of these three beautiful men and, more than that, I was excited to know this was all somehow part of Geoffrey's plan. 

The band began to assemble downstairs and I heard the music begin again. The music was being piped into the little private lounge, with an almost overwhelming loudness for such a small room. The three men sipped their drinks as Geoffrey turned to me and leaned toward my ear. The music was loud enough that only I could hear him as he nibbled my neck and explained.

"Rachel, you look so sexy tonight. God, just looking at you makes me hard. I want to see you dance." My eyes widened and I waited for him to continue.

"Actually, we all want to see you dance. I want you to dance, like you did last night, dance for us. These guys are just here to watch and nothing will happen that you don't want to happen." Somehow these words put me a little more at ease and I took a long pull from my strong drink. 

Made brave by my husband's sexy encouragement, I stood up and closed my eyes, concentrating on the thumping rhythm of the music coursing through my body. I started to sway back and forth, remembering last night and how sexy it felt to be on display. I leaned way over to kiss my husband, knowing that my bottom would be slightly peeling out from the bottom of my short skirt, clearly visible to the guys behind me. The kiss was slow and passionate and, as I pulled slightly breathlessly away from his lips, I glanced down to see that he was already sporting a prominent erection.

My dance began in front of Geoffrey. Leaning over, I undid several buttons in my blouse, showing the tops of my bra cups and my very enhanced cleavage. I began to gyrate my hips and dance around him to the rhythm, letting the music direct me. I turned to see the other men staring very intently at my body as I danced, barely even blinking. I smiled, glowing with the power I felt in being able to turn on nearly complete strangers with nothing more than a little show with my body.

As the song progressed, I stood in front of each man, dancing in front of them, never touching them but leaning very close. None of the men reached to touch me but rather they each had their hands in their lap vaguely covering their growing erections. As another faster song began, my dance became bolder and I spread my legs on either side of Geoffrey's lap and bent over again. The coolness of the air brushed against my naked wet pussy and as I bent over, I was sure the men behind me could see my pouty smooth lips. None of the men said a word but as I turned around, the blond had started to rub his cock slowly through his jeans.

I made my way around to each of the men again, leaning over them and feeling flush with sexual power. Teasingly I gave each close glimpses of the tops of my breasts and ran my fingers up my legs, nearly lifting my skirt up high enough for them to see the treasures beneath. Each of the men was now obviously excited as their hardness was clearly tented in front of them.

When a slower, mesmerizing song began, Geoffrey pulled me to him. He directed me into his lap facing the men, and gently pulled me back to lean against his chest. I could feel his throbbing excitement against my ass and I settled in getting comfortable, while trying to keep my legs together in the short skirt. He nestled his face near my ear and whispered to me.

"God, you are such an amazing dancer," he began. "I can tell you are very turned on by dancing for us and you can feel I'm excited watching." I closed my eyes, concentrating on the rumbling of his voice so near me. To emphasize his point, he almost imperceptibly rocked his hips up, pressing his cock against my bottom. I kept my eyes closed but the feeling of being the center of attention in the room was nearly palpable. 

Geoffrey wrapped an arm around my middle, pulled me snugly against him, and reached around with the other hand, gently cupping my nearly displayed breasts. I felt his finger tips trace along the top of my bra, each time brushing against my aching nipples and sending electric shocks directly to my core. He gently eased my nipples up and over the tops of my bra, pinching them lightly and rolling them between his fingers.

"Rachel, show us all how excited you are," he gently encouraged. Geoffrey knew that this was difficult for me, being watched so closely by near strangers, but he also knew it was immensely exciting. As though entranced by his coaxing words, I slowly spread my knees, bringing them to either side of his lap. Now all three men could see my bareness underneath the short skirt. As I felt the air brushed against my very wet pussy lips, I heard the men quietly gasp.

"That's it, Rachel," he continued in soft tones only I could hear over the loud, pulsing music. "Show us. We want to see how excited you are." With that, I slid my hands up my thighs, pulling the skirt up several inches so my pussy was fully on exhibited.

"We can all see how wet and smooth your pussy lips are," he continued. "Show us your clit, Rachel. I'm sure its hard and aching now." Concentrating on his voice and the music surrounding me, the progression of this display in front of near strangers seemed somehow very natural and erotic. I traced my fingers up the insides of my thighs, slipping my fingertips along my slippery lips and opening them a little. My little nub was indeed engorged and ready to be touched.

"Okay now, Rachel. Open your eyes," he directed. My eyes fluttered open in a lust-filled haze and I braced myself for the wanton stares of the three men opposite me.

"See how sexy you are by the looks in their eyes, Rachel." Their need wasn't only in their eyes It was evident in their jeans as well. Each of them openly stroked their hard cocks through their clothes. It was an amazing feeling, knowing I'd inspired such lust in four men simultaneously without even touching them.

"They want to see you touch yourself, Rachel. Let's show them how you make yourself cum." I took a sharp intake of breath, wondering if he was serious. It was one thing to masturbate in front of my loving husband, I thought, but in front of strangers? 

Before I could dwell on the idea too long, Geoffrey asked simply, "Are you ready?" Without words I slowly nodded. The truth was, far from embarrassed by the idea, I was filled with burning anticipation. I watched as Geoffrey reached up and pulled out the little remote control from his pocket. I steeled myself for the intensely pleasurable vibrations as I watched him turn on the egg inside me.

At once the vibration began in my middle and spread outwards through my entire body. My nipples crinkled with the sensation and it felt almost as though the egg was touching my clit from the inside. My mouth opened with a quiet moan as I continued to watch the men in front of me. My hand was drawn down along my pussy lips, sliding up and down, lightly brushing over my clit each time. I was so excited, in fact, I nearly felt as though I could cum immediately.

With delicate and deliberate slowness, I drew the pleasure out. I traced circles around my clit with my index finger and reached up to pinch my nipples with the other hand. Geoffrey continued his quiet encouragement into my ear and I felt more and more confident. If it's a show they want, I thought, it's a show they'll get.

My finger tantalizingly twirled round and round my hardened clit, bringing me very near the edge of release without going too far. The toy continued to buzz quietly inside me and I began to rock my hips, delighting in the sensation of the egg bumping over and over against my g-spot. The men's stares at my fully displayed pussy and breasts fueled the tingling in my belly as I rapidly neared a point of no return. My ministrations intensified, now brushing directly over my clit, and I let the pleasure wash over me. My orgasm was intense, with the contractions hard in my belly as I groaned loudly. 

I turned to Geoffrey and we kissed as he turned off the vibrating egg inside me. A slow sensual kiss that made me forget entirely about the others in the room but reminded me clearly of my husband's throbbing member beneath me. 

He broke the kiss and in a raspy voice, announced simply, "That will be all, gentlemen."

The men quickly stood from their chairs and adjusted themselves in their pants before filing from the room and locking the door behind them. Geoffrey's hands on my hips gently directed me to stand and turn toward him. I knew exactly what I wanted as I dropped to my knees and began to undo his belt. He watched in silent amusement at my enthusiasm as he let me tug his pants open. Raising his hips to help, I pulled at his pants, tugging them down to his knees before fishing inside his box briefs for the prize inside.

I gently drew his underwear up and over his cock, making note of the rather large and visible wet spot. Holding his throbbing cock in my hand, I leaned down to kiss the head, swirling the salty sweet taste of pre-cum over my tongue. Geoffrey pulled my shoulders up toward him, his need and impatience now evident in his face. Smiling, I stood before him and put one foot up on the couch as I reached inside myself to retrieve the egg. Quickly straddling his lap, I pressed against him with a kiss and slid my wet pussy lips along his cock. I could feel the warmth and throbbing against my still sensitive clit and Geoffrey held my hips and positioned his hardness against the entrance of my pussy.

I sat down and, in one fluid motion, he slid inside me to the hilt. We both groaned with the delightful combination of him filling my aching pussy as my wetness and warmth enveloped him. I was so wet that he easily slid inside me as I bounced up and down on his cock, occasionally grinding against him and feeling the head of his cock against my cervix. God, how I loved to feel him so deep inside me.

I was happy to bounce up and down hard against Geoffrey for several minutes before he was forced to hold my hips and gently control the pace. I wrapped my arms around his neck, kissing him deeply and feeling his tongue probe my mouth as his cock thrust inside me. He reached between us and pulled at my hard nipples, making me squeal with pleasure. He was quickly nearing his end and I wanted to feel him cum deep inside me. I watched as Geoffrey squeezed his eyes tightly shut and warned me with a moan from deep within him. His cock exploded inside me, swelling and pulsing as he came. 

I collapsed against him and he held me tightly in his strong arms, lightly tracing his fingers over my spine as his cock softened inside me. Once our breathing evened, I gently stood and reluctantly pulled away from his slippery manhood. I felt our combined juices trickle down my thighs and decided to tidy the mess up with the panties I'd stuffed in my purse earlier. I adjusted my clothes as Geoffrey carefully tucked his cock into his pants and we headed for the door. We stepped out of the lounge into the din of loud music and passed by the bouncer who nodded knowingly at Geoffrey. We made our way through the crowd toward the exit. The broad cat-who-ate-the-canary smile on his face, I imagined, would be unmistakable to anyone who noticed. As we neared the exit, Joseph came up to wish us a good night. He too had a smirk that left me wondering how much of this plan Geoffrey had shared with him.




Hanukkah Tradition Ch. 05



There was no sign of the three men of my erotic audience in the crowds of people. I wondered with a smile if they hadn't all headed directly to the bathroom to cool down a little after the show. Geoffrey helped me into our car and we started home. After several moments of quiet contemplation, I decided to quell my curiosity and ask him how all the evening's events had come to be.

Geoffrey explained that his original idea involved a wonderful day of pampering for me, to make me feel as beautiful as he thought I looked all the time. He smiled as he related his excitement with sitting at work all day and picturing me dressed in the scandalous outfit he'd chosen. The egg toy he'd chosen was an impulse buy at the adult toy store while shopping for another present, but he admitted that the idea of surprising me with its secret function in public. He really enjoyed seeing me squirm, and I giggled remembering how the sudden buzzing inside me made me jump at the restaurant. 

Although the original plan had been for dinner and dancing, Geoffrey explained that the special dancing I did for him last night gave him another idea. He said he knew I had a secret exhibitionist nature, and that he wanted to give me a safe and erotic outlet for dancing in front of very excited men. When Joseph mentioned that he had a back room upstairs lounge, Geoffrey asked if he could use it for a special evening with his wife. Joseph was more than happy to avail my husband of his establishment, and anything else he might have asked for. Lastly, it just came down to finding three willing and nice looking men to entertain.

"Nope, never seen them before tonight," he said. I looked at his face, looking for some indication that he might have been teasing me. He looked forward with eyes on the road, smiling and contented, and apparently himself reminiscing over the evening's events. 

"You mean they really were strangers? What did you say to them?" I questioned him, slightly shocked by the concept.

"I told them that my wife was very hot," he explained matter-of-factly as he gently squeezed my thigh. "And that it had always been her fantasy to dance in front of strangers." I looked at him with disbelief, my mouth open and trying to find the words to dispute his accusation. He continued, "And I told them I would buy them drinks and provide splendid entertainment for the evening but if any of them touched you in a way you weren't comfortable with, they'd be walking funny for weeks." 

The last was punctuated with a wink and somehow I knew that my loving husband had made that point very clear to the men before the dancing ever began. It then became more obvious to me why Geoffrey had made a point of having me escorted to the bar by the bouncer, and why he had remained just outside the door of the lounge. Geoffrey really had thought of everything. He went on to explain that the three men were introduced to the bouncer before I came into the lounge, and that the bouncer had explained in very vivid detail what would become of anyone who touched me. This explained exactly why they never reached out to touch anything but themselves during the dance, and I why Geoffrey didn't seem concerned that things might get out of hand.

"How did you know I'd like touching myself in front of strangers, Geoff?" My head was spinning as I tried to recall ever having this conversation, when before last night, I'd never even danced like that in front of even my own husband.

At that moment we pulled into the drive and he looked directly at me with a knowing smile that wordlessly conveyed the question, "Do you even have to ask how I would know that?" 

"Come on, Rach. Let's get inside. I think I might like an encore showing," he said with a wink. I smiled, all at once overwhelmed with love for the man who knew me better than I knew myself, a man with whom I could be completely honest. What better measure of love? I also realized that we had already achieved so many new erotic things this holiday and the holiday was only half over! 

As always many thanks to RAB. Please send me feedback, and don't forget to vote.



Hanukkah Tradition Ch. 06



This is not just a holiday story, but rather a tale of two newly weds, Rachel and Geoffrey, who have begun a new holiday tradition on this, their first Hanukkah together. In the spirit of the holiday they are exchanging eight sexy gifts on each of the eight nights. You don't need to be Jewish to appreciate the story. Neither must you have read the other parts of the series, but you might appreciate it more if you have. Enjoy!

"No, a little further to the right. No, oww! You're going to fast. That hurts!" I felt his hands clasp a death grip on my hips, pushing much too quickly against my virgin ass. My eyes began to well with tears. How could I have been so wrong about this? 

"Come on, Rachel. Its almost in," he said, ramming against me urgently. He spat saliva down onto his rigid dick between us, serving as our only lubricant.

He didn't slow down. Whether it was inexperience or lack of empathy, it was wrong in so many ways. As I lay there bent over with my bottom in the air, exposed and vulnerable, I breathed deeply in hopes of achieving relaxation. For long minutes I teetered on the edge - torn between crying out for him to stop and sucking it up, hoping the pain would turn a corner magically into sexual fulfillment. 

"Stop!" I finally broke down, pulling away from him, too upset to even look up. 

I remember lying on my side facing away from him, tears rolling down my cheeks, the burning pain in my bottom stabbing me to the core. I felt his breath on my neck behind me, whispering, coaxing, "Come on, Rachel. It was almost in. Let me try again. Come on. Don't be such a baby."

That was a day I learned many important lessons. One, if you yourself are inexperienced, make sure you aren't screwing a similarly inexperienced person. Two, with anal sex one can never ever have too much lubrication. Three, saliva is not lubrication. Four, never ever let a man you don't trust completely touch you there, let alone put his dick there. Five, and perhaps most importantly, Darren was a complete jerk, unworthy of wasting any more of my time.

Within minutes of this episode he was out of my bed and pulling on his boxers. Despite his unrelenting and whiney complaints of "blue balls," I told him I wasn't feeling well and he needed to go. His obvious lack of interest in my view was not an isolated event and as I shoved him toward the door in his half buttoned shirt and untied shoelaces, I knew I would never regret this seemingly rash decision. Locking the door behind him, I vowed to never again get involved with a lout more concerned with his own feelings than mine.

Enter Geoffrey into my life. Wonderful and caring, he'd sooner sever his own limb than harm a hair on my head. We'd spoken a few times about anal sex and we both shared how exciting the idea was to us. Geoffrey confessed that it was a huge turn-on for him to have a woman trust him enough to allow him to touch her most private area. Although I didn't go into details, he understood that I'd had a bad experience with it in the past. 

"I'm not tired of your other delicious hole, Rachel. I'm in no rush," he'd tell me, holding me tight, looking at me with love and lust in his eyes. He would never dream of pushing me into something I didn't want. Meanwhile, in the almost two years we'd been together. He'd managed to tease me, touch me and occasionally poke his fingers inside me, all while I squealed with pleasure. 

I knew anal sex was something he very much wanted to share with me, but he was more than happy to wait until the time that I asked him for it. He had always been infinitely more excited about an activity I was begging him for, rather than some men who seem to get off on talking a girl into something they'd rather not do.

That time had arrived, I thought. This sexy new holiday tradition was an excellent opportunity to give Geoffrey something of myself that made my pussy tingle with anticipation. Tonight he would have all of me. Tonight he would have my ass.

Even before this tradition was proposed, I'd been thinking a lot about anal sex and read as much as I could on the topic. I knew that all those erotica stories where there's a little spit slapped on and he shoves it inside her until she has an "anal orgasm" were mostly fiction. I figured with a little careful planning and a few well-chosen items from the local adult shop, we'd be set. 

A couple days before, I went down in the mid-afternoon to Max's Adult Superstore, only a few miles from my house. I parked in back and looked around, trembling inside, making sure no one saw me. As I walked to the door, I decided that if I saw anyone I knew, well, they'd probably be just as embarrassed as I was, so who cares?

Browsing around a little, I found some of the paraphernalia on the walls to be a little frightening but most of it was quite sexy. Some of the dildos were so big I wondered if they needed to be registered as lethal weapons, I thought giggling to myself. I settled on a slim dildo made for anal play and some flavored lubricant. As I brought my purchases up to the barely post-pubescent-looking pimply faced clerk, I steeled myself for some lewd commentary. He surprised me though, hardly even looking up from his porn comic book long enough to ring me up.

"Have a good day," he mumbled, his eyes never leaving the cartoon pages. Somehow it struck me as an odd thing to say as simply as if we were in a grocery story. I hugged the plain paper sack to my chest and made my way out, breathing a sigh of relief when I got to the car without being seen by anyone else. Driving home I thought, how strange that going to an adult store would make me so nervous. Next time I'm bringing Geoffrey though.

When I got home, I hid the sack of goodies in the closet behind some shoes. In the days leading up to the holiday I couldn't walk by my closet without feeling a flutter in my tummy, remembering what was hidden there.

Tonight was the fifth night of Hanukah and my turn to give Geoffrey a sexy present. This new holiday tradition had brought us much closer and more willing to share new things with each other. We never passed by each other now without a kiss or little pat on the butt and it seemed Geoffrey was at least half erect at all times. These were changes I could definitely get used to!

"Hurry up, Rach," Geoffrey yelled from the living room. I finished putting the last two dishes away and hurried out to see him holding matches and looking anxiously at his watch.

"Jeez, Rachel, its already seven minutes past sundown!" I couldn't believe Geoffrey was so enthusiastic to start. Wrapping his arms around me and pulling me close, I could feel against my hip just how eager he was. Easing from his hold, I turned around to light the candles and he held me from behind as we watched the wax drip down the sides to the menorah base. The candlelight was beautiful and for several long moments we stood together and just watched. Now I felt even more assured of my decision to trust Geoffrey tonight. Tonight and every night.

When I handed Geoffrey two small boxes he grinned, weighing each in his hands, trying to decide which to open first. I straddled his lap as he lay back in the couch holding the brightly wrapped boxes. He opened the lube first. 

"Mmm...strawberry kiwi. But you know, I like the taste of your natural lube better," he said, winking at me.

Next was the slim, flesh-colored dildo. This one really confused him since he knew I already had a dildo and he didn't immediately see the difference. My little purple dildo was a leftover from my single days, and it had mainly just collected dust in my panties drawer for the last year now that I had a wonderful real cock at my disposal. Seeing his confusion, I began to point out the features.

"See how it's tapered? Very little on the tip and then wider?" I explained and he nodded, never taking his eyes off the toy.

After careful contemplation, he up looked into my eyes, perhaps trying to read what my broad smile could mean. "Does this mean..." he started to ask as his cock stirred below my bottom.

I leaned forward, kissing him, sucking his tongue into my mouth. Pushing my chest against his, he set the presents down and wrapped his arms around me. Holding him close, I whispered into his ear, "Tonight I want you inside me. Inside me everywhere." I heard him moan against my neck and his cock hardened below me as I ground down hard against his lap. 

"Are you sure, Rachel?" he asked. "This isn't something we need to do if you aren't one hundred-percent sure."

I kissed him in response, a passionate kiss, while simultaneously wriggling against his crotch. My pussy had been wet for hours thinking about tonight and feeling him inside me there. 

Leaning back with my hands against his chest, I looked into his eyes and explained. "Geoffrey, you are the most patient man I've ever known and I have never been more ready. I want you inside me there. I want to feel your cock in my ass." I pulled him off the couch and we headed for the bedroom.

"First, let's start with a shower," I suggested. From experience I knew that a shower would be relaxing and I loved feeling Geoffrey's soapy hands all over me. Also, I knew that cleanliness was important if I was to be completely comfortable with this. Geoffrey was hardly arguing but instead was peeling off my clothes and his simultaneously at lightning speed.

He pulled me into the shower, wrapping his arms around me and kissing me as the hot water sprayed over both of us. I could hardly remember when I'd ever felt so safe and any trepidation I had left my body immediately. Leaning over me, he pulled down the soap and handed it to me grinning, "Me first, please."

He turned around and I spread soap over his back, around his waist, over his muscular bottom and down his strong thighs. I took my time, massaging along the way, since he was clearly enjoying this. His hands were on the wall to steady himself as I reached around to lather his chest and abdomen while rubbing my soapy breasts against his back. I wrapped both arms around him and began to caress over his hips and toward his crotch. Carefully spreading lather through his trimmed pubes and to his cock, I was not surprised to find him already very hard. I tugged his hip and he turned around.

He pulled me close for a kiss as I lightly pinched his already hard nipples. Starting at his neck, I lathered down over his chest. Geoffrey smiled and closed his eyes and I felt my pussy tingle with excitement. Seeing the water running over his chest with puddles of foam brushing toward his hardness was just so sexy. I let my hands brush over his belly, his thighs, and all the while he stood still, enjoying the attention. I grasped his shaft tightly in my soapy hands and watched his mouth open with a quiet moan. Moving closer, I pressed my wet breasts against him and started very slowly stroking up and down.

Geoffrey's cock was so hard in my hand as I put my foot up on the side of the tub and directed it downward toward my middle. His eyes opened when he felt the purple sensitive head running along the slippery lips of my pussy. He grinned and wordlessly conveyed with his eyes, "You aren't the only one who can tease." Reaching below, I caressed his soapy balls and his hardness jumped in my hand. 

After only a little more of this teasing, he'd had enough. Geoffrey announced, "Your turn."

I giggled, wrapping my arms around him for a kiss as he picked up the soap from the bin. I stood on tiptoe as we kissed, and he steadied me with one arm wrapped around the small of my back. Geoffrey ran the bar of soap over my shoulders and upper back. His tongue slid into my mouth as I felt him put the soap down, then both hands go to work massaging my back. I felt the hardness of his cock pressed to my hip as he cupped both of my ass cheeks at once, nearly lifting me. He massaged, making me moan into his lips, as he brought soapy, wet fingers lightly between my cheeks. My knees nearly felt weak as he slowly pulled away from me and I opened my eyes. He looked into my face, looking very pleased at the obvious control he had over my body.

Pressing gently, he leaned me back against the cold tile wall and leaned forward to whisper in my ear, "Close your eyes."

My heart jumped in my chest as I concentrated on the water dripping over my body and over my breasts as his soapy hands roamed along my chest. Taking care to twirl his fingers around each of my aching nipples, he made sure I felt the warmth of his body close to me. 

His hot breath against my neck made me shiver and his hands trailed down over my hips and along my thighs. I spread my legs just a little, trying to convey to him just how stimulated I was from his touch. He chuckled softly close to my ear as his fingers teased over my pussy, touching along the outside lips, still smooth from his recent and very thorough shaving. The teasing was driving me mad as I started to just slightly rock my hips, hoping to feel his fingers inside.

Geoffrey cupped my mons in his hand, whispering into my ear, "You're already so excited. I can tell." His finger gently slid between the lips, "So wet already, little one? Are you eager to have me touch you tonight?"

The pressure of his finger very gently hovering over my clit made me tremble against his chest. As he moved his finger slowly back and forth coming so close to my clit, I began breathing to the rhythm of his touch, moaning lightly. His cock was rubbing against my soapy hip and I reached out to hold it. Geoffrey stopped me. It was clear he wanted to do all the teasing for now.

In a raspy voice he continued his vocal torture. "Tonight I'm going to touch you everywhere." His finger slipped easily into my pussy as he continued. "Tonight I'm going to fuck you everywhere, Rachel. Not only are you going to let me but you'll beg me for it."

I was beyond listening to most of what he said. All of my attention was focused on his fingers inside me, curling upwards to the sensitive spot inside. His palm caressed my engorged clit - delicious pressure but not enough to get me closer to release. With my legs spread I tried bending my knees slightly to grind down. I needed him to touch me more. 

Gently pulling his hand from my quivering wetness, he nibbled my ear lobe and asked me to turn around. I looked up at him, pouting. How could he be such a vicious tease? He just grinned knowingly - clearly he was in no hurry. Directing my hands up onto the wall in front of me, he positioned me with my back to him and reached down again for the soap. He quickly brushed over my back and lower to my ass and I felt his knee between my legs, encouraging me to spread my legs a little wider. He cupped my bottom cheeks firmly in each hand. He'd always loved my ass. 

I felt Geoffrey's hand against the small of my back, gently directing me to lean over. He washed quickly over my hips, to my thighs, and I felt him caressing upwards towards my middle. Gently he pushed me over just a little more until I was bent at a very exposed and vulnerable ninety-degree angle.

"We need to get you nice and clean," Geoffrey said, as though sensing my momentary insecurity. "Plus, Rach, I love seeing you so exposed like this." With those words he slid his hand up the back of my thigh upwards to where my legs meet. I groaned, imagining how I must look bent over like this with my legs spread so wide. With one hand on my bottom, he reached his other hand around to my front. When his finger snaked into my dripping slit, I stopped thinking and concentrated on how wonderful his touch felt. As he slipped his finger deeper inside my warmth, I felt his other hand sliding up and down over my ass. The combination was overwhelming.

I held my breath as his soapy finger slid between my cheeks, gently rubbing over my tiny hole. The fingers in my pussy began to pump deeper inside me as I felt the tip of his finger pushing gently on the hole, just very barely wriggling inside. With his soapy finger he rubbed all around, poking slightly inside me as he ran his thumb up to my clit. He felt me shudder against his hand as he continued to tease me. And then all at once the teasing was over and he was swirling round and round my clit. 

I was quickly nearing an orgasm as I felt his index finger very gently pressing inside my ass. The feeling of his fingers in both holes and his expert touch on my clit quickly pushed me over the edge as I felt my body tense with a huge orgasm. As waves of pleasure washed over me, I felt my muscles grabbing both of his fingers.

He gently pulled his fingers from me and I spun around to kiss him. How amazing that I've found someone who knows my body almost better than I do. He smiled as we wordlessly rinsed. I could hardly wait for more. As we toweled each other, Geoffrey continued to tease, lightly nibbling my clean hard nipples. My pussy dripped with a wetness that wouldn't towel off and I anxiously pulled him into the bedroom.

Too eager to feel his cock, I pushed him to the edge of the bed and he sat. I dropped to my knees, kissing his lips on the way down, then dipped my head down to his throbbing manhood. He was so hard and his clean scent filled my nostrils as I nibbled and kissed playfully at the purple head. I started to slide him into my mouth, loving the velvety feeling of the skin against my lips. I licked lower over his balls, feeling as though I could never get tired of his taste. Geoffrey reached down to hold my hair from my face as he closed his eyes. In my exuberance I nearly forgot what else the night would bring until minutes later Geoffrey gently caressed my arm, wordlessly conveying our need to stop before things got too out of hand.

Looking into my eyes with a look of half lust and half amusement at my enthusiasm, he pulled me up onto the bed. "Rachel, there's no need to rush. We have all night and I'm going to touch you everywhere before it's over." I felt my insides flutter as I remembered with a rush that tonight Geoffrey would be in my ass tonight.

Geoffrey positioned me on my back, kissing all over my still moist skin. Goosebumps covered my arms as I felt his mouth on my nipples. Reaching upwards to grab some pillows, he kissed me deeply, and positioned himself between my legs. He had me lift up to put pillows under my bottom, while his eyes never left mine. Lifting my spread legs up, he hooked my legs up over his shoulders and began kissing my pussy. With my ass on pillows I was very spread, and Geoffrey had access to everything.

Geoffrey squirmed his tongue between my lips and slid his tongue up and around my clit, then back downward, poking into my pussy. My middle ached and felt so empty as I spread wider to get his mouth closer to me. Geoffrey continued to trail his tongue down, closer to my most sensitive area, and I squirmed. Again in no rush, he just seemed to lick up and down, making me more and more crazed with passion. 

Reaching over to the new lube on the bed, he watched my eyes as he dripped the liquid over my mound. I shuddered as I felt the cool fluid dripping downwards to the crevasse between my buttocks. Geoffrey pushed my legs up to my chest and had me hold them as he knelt between my legs so close I could feel his breath on my skin. There was a time when I would have felt uncomfortable with being so exposed like this, inspected so closely. But with Geoffrey it was too breathtaking to be embarrassing and I knew just looking at my legs draped open in front of him like this would make his cock throb with wanting.

His eyes never left mine as his fingers slid over my mound, pulling the lips open, then tracing further down and spreading the slippery lube everywhere. Geoffrey held me open with one hand while sliding a finger from the other hand deep inside my aching pussy. He thrust inside twice before adding another finger. I was so excited, his fingers made a slurping sound as they pushed in and out. With his other hand he trailed fingers over my ass, watching my face, seeing nothing but desire in my eyes.




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Gently he pushed his finger just barely inside my ass. "Okay, Rachel, I know you're very excited, but you're going to need to relax." I closed my eyes, taking deep breaths, concentrating on his soothing voice and his fingers touching me. 

"Mmm you're so tight here, Rachel. That's it, baby. Try to relax." As his fingers pumped in and out of my pussy, his other finger very gently pushed inside my other tight hole. Geoffrey added his thumb to my clit and tingling deep in my belly began to build again. I felt his thumb swirling around and around as his finger in my ass wriggled, very gently relaxing the muscles inside. I began getting closer and closer to another orgasm when I realized his entire finger was inside me.

"That's it, Rachel. You're doing so well," his soft voice gently encouraged me. Never stopping his rhythm over my clit, he pulled his finger from my ass and reached over for the toy. I closed my eyes, trusting him completely, as he poured more lube over my skin and then the dildo. I felt the cool rubbery tip against me, rubbing over the hole but not pushing inside. Without his finger inside me I felt strangely empty and anxious to be filled again. Without thinking I rocked my hips downwards as Geoffrey held the toy still and I felt the tip push just barely inside the ring of muscle. 

The toy felt very much like Geoffrey's finger, except it was colder and smoother. As he kept only the most gentle of pressure on it, I couldn't tell if he was sliding our new toy a bit further or staying still. His fingers still played over my clit in a rhythm intended to keep me at the edge of orgasm without actually getting there. For long minutes I felt increased pressure in my ass, filling me, and it felt wonderful. Geoffrey's soothing voice continued to encourage me to relax as I wondered how much more toy there could possibly be.

After long exciting moments on the edge of orgasm, I felt the base of the toy against me and I realized it was all the way inside me. I was so proud of myself for being able to do this and so filled with love for Geoffrey in being so patient.

"Good job, honey," his fingers rubbed over my clit more quickly. "I want to watch you cum on the toy, baby." My eyes closed tightly, I concentrated on the wonderful sensations. "That's it," he kept saying, "after you cum that's going to be my cock in there." The thought of him impaling me there pushed me over the edge again and I had another powerful orgasm. Panting, I could barely catch my breath as I felt my insides twitching and gripping the toy. 

Geoffrey reached down for the dildo, gently pulling it out an inch and then back inside. The feeling of fullness turned to nothing but pleasure and any fears I had about taking his cock inside me were gone. As he pumped the toy in and out of me, I began to wriggle on the bed, wishing it was his cock inside me instead of this cold, impersonal toy. Geoffrey watched my face as though waiting for something but continued to gently thrust in and out. Finally, I could take no more.

"Please, baby, please put your cock inside me," I begged.

Geoffrey smiled knowingly and watched closely the lust in my eyes. He wanted more. "Inside you where, Rachel?"

Exasperated, I looked at him, "Where the toy is. Inside me. Pleeeease."

He continued pushing the toy in and out, occasionally brushing fingers over my still sensitive clit. I knew what he wanted. He wanted to know this wasn't something he was making me do. He needed for this to be something I wanted. And at that moment, I couldn't remember ever wanting anything more.

Looking directly into his lust filled eyes, I gave him what he wanted. "Geoffrey, pull the toy out and put your cock in my ass. Please, please, it's what I want."

Geoffrey reached over for the lube and slathered a generous amount over his shaft, gently fisting it in front of me. His cock looked so hard and, I realized, so huge! How is that going to fit in my tiny hole?

Geoffrey leaned over and kissed me while pulling the toy from my ass with a pop. "You know I'd never hurt you, Rachel." I smiled, all at once feeling such a want come over me that I knew it was silly to worry. My insides felt so empty without the toy and I tried to pull Geoffrey closer, wanting him to fill me. He knew better though. He knew this was something that couldn't be rushed no matter how anxious I was.

He carefully guided his slippery cock to my ass and gently pushed. I was surprised to feel how easily the head slipped inside. Geoffrey kissed me as he very slowly pushed a little further in. Like with the toy, I felt full inside but his cock was so much hotter and more slippery against my opening. As his throbbing hardness pushed gently further and further. I braced myself for pain that never came. Each time he would gently press inside, he'd stop and allow me to adjust. As hard as he was, I know he must be using amazing control to gradually ease inside rather than impaling me outright.

"Tell me how it feels," he coaxed, talking between clenched teeth.

"God, Geoffrey, its so much better than I ever imagined," I said, half amazed.

"You are so tight. This feels so amazing," he uttered, nearly incoherently.

It was then that I felt the tickle of his trimmed pubes against me and I realized he was all the way inside. I smiled to myself as he leaned down to kiss my neck.

With ragged breath he whispered, "I want to feel you cum on my cock while I fuck you, Rachel. Touch yourself."

As exciting as this was, I knew I could cum quickly. Reaching between us, I felt for my throbbing clit and then felt lower. I couldn't resist pushing my fingers inside my pussy, feeling the tightness with his cock in my other hole. Slick with my juices and the lube, I expertly ran my middle finger to my clit and began the familiar rubbing. As I began to massage, Geoffrey pulled just an inch from my ass and pushed back inside. He was slow and gentle, pushing over and over.

As the feeling of being fucked there began to urge me closer and closer to release, our combined moaning became louder. Sensing I was ready for more, Geoffrey's pushing became less gentle as he began thrusting deeper and deeper. The feeling was so amazing, I begged him to fuck me harder. Fuck my ass.

I could tell by his breathing that Geoffrey was very close to cumming. I slowed my touches and teetered on the edge of orgasm until the instant I felt his cock begin to jerk inside me. Feeling him cum inside me, I had another intense orgasm and my muscles spasmed and squeezed him tightly, milking his seed from him.

Geoffrey collapsed on top of me and I held him close as little drops of sweat tickled down my tummy. He moved his hips slightly and his softened member slipped from inside me. Reaching down, he removed the pillows and gathered me into his arms. As I lay on his chest, I thought over and over about my earliest experiences and how completely preventable all of that could have been - and how much exquisite pleasure I had missed out on as a result. Geoffrey's breathing became steady and I wondered if he was asleep. 

This experience taught me much more than an appreciation for anal sex. It taught me that in a caring, trusting relationship, all things are possible.

"You okay, Rach?" Geoffrey asked groggily.

"Of course, baby," I answered, brushing hair from his sweaty forehead. Somehow now this present seemed to be more for me than him, I thought. Luckily the holiday wasn't nearly over.

Many thanks to RAB, the best editor ever. Don't write and ask who he is. I want him all to myself. Hope you enjoyed the story, and please don't forget to vote and leave feedback.



Hanukkah Tradition Ch. 07



This is not just a holiday story but rather a tale of two newlyweds, Rachel and Geoffrey, who have begun a new holiday tradition on this, their first Hanukkah together. In the spirit of the holiday they are exchanging eight sexy gifts, one on each of the eight nights. You don't need to be Jewish to appreciate the story. Neither must you have read the other parts of the series but you might appreciate it more if you have. Enjoy!

Geoffrey snuck up behind me and cupped the cheeks of my ass, playfully giving them a squeeze as he nibbled my neck. I was already half dressed and getting ready for work, still feeling a flushed excitement from last night's festivities. As Geoffrey's lips kissed caresses over my neck, I closed my eyes and remembered the feeling of him inside me. Inside me there.

"You better stop," I warned mockingly, "unless you plan to finish what you start."

Geoffrey chuckled happily against my neck and as I looked in the mirror, our eyes locked. He playfully nibbled at my earlobe, continuing the teasing banter.

"Oh, but I do plan to finish, Rachel. Just not before tonight." He really did enjoy teasing me. Tonight was my turn to get a present and I pressed my bottom against him, hoping to tease him a little too. I wondered what tonight would hold and what special sexy present Geoffrey had picked for the continuation of our very sexy new holiday tradition. As if answering my silent contemplation, Geoffrey answered. 

"I want you to think today about all the ways you'd like me to pleasure you. I want to imagine you squirming in your seat today, imagining all the ways I can touch you and lick you and make you cum over and over." 

Geoffrey's sensual talk never failed to make my heart beat hard in my chest and moisten my panties. I turned to kiss his lips, hoping for a hint I knew I wouldn't get about his plans for tonight. Predictably, there were no hints and after hugging me tightly, he headed to the shower, leaving me to get ready and imagine all that could happen tonight.

Throughout the day my imagination worked overtime. I found myself day dreaming of what could he have in mind for tonight. Sitting at my desk, I propped my chin in my hand and closed my eyes. Erotic flashes of exciting, sexy images raced through my head. The door to my office was shut and I knew no one would enter without knocking. So I leaned back in the chair and continued to visualize tonight's possibilities. My fingers slid over my blouse, feeling my nipples beginning to harden. I longed to slide my hand up under my skirt and move the crotch of my panties to the side to feel the slickness I already knew was developing.

My imagination ran wild, considering all the ways Geoffrey could touch me and tease me. His wonderful fingers sliding over my clit. His warm tongue dipping into my pussy. His throbbing cock sliding deep inside me. I was startled from my thoughts by the phone on my desk ringing loudly. It was Geoffrey, calling to check on me.

"Everything okay, Rach? You sound a little distracted." I could almost hear the smirk on his face. 

"Yeah, Geoff. You know, just working," I fibbed as I quickly readjusted my skirt that had ridden indecently up my thighs, seemingly of its own volition.

Seeing through any possible chance of my deception, Geoffrey laughed loudly into the phone. Although I was fleetingly irritated with his unerring ability to read my mind, his laughter was infectious and caused me to giggle as well. As his mirth died down, he whispered into the phone that he was thinking about me at work today, squirming in my seat with excitement. He told me that his cock was already stirring in his pants with thoughts of tonight and that he could barely wait to see me. 

As I hung up the phone, I wondered what sort of plan my husband's deliciously devilish mind was cooking up. I made an attempt to put these distracting thoughts out of my head as I rushed through the rest of my work in an effort to leave the office early.


"Hi, baby!" Geoffrey yelled excitedly from the kitchen as I walked into the house. I looked around surprised. Apparently he'd come home early to clean up and now there were wonderful smells emanating from the kitchen. 

"Be right out!" he yelled. "Just have a seat!"

Hanging up my coat and kicking off my shoes, I headed into the living room to sit and relax. I looked over into the dining room and smiled. He'd set the table with the good china and there were flowers and candles on the table. Geoffrey loved to cook but this seemed like something special. He'd clearly gone to a lot of trouble planning this.

I leaned back in the couch, closed my eyes and tried to sort the amazing aromas wafting from the kitchen. Geoffrey appeared in the kitchen doorway and I stifled a giggle. He had on no shirt and a long apron. He looked adorable standing there with a big grin holding a spatula.

"I made us dinner. All your favorites," he said, grinning like a little kid. "Caesar salad, grilled chicken, fettuccini alfredo, and dessert." I wondered if this was part of the present or if he had just been in a cooking mood. 

"Hold on, honey. I need to finish up in here. Give me a minute and I'll be right out." With that he spun around and I noted he was nearly naked under the apron, with only a pair of snug-fitting boxer briefs covering his cute bottom. I watched the outline of his ass as he walked back into the kitchen and my pulse quickened. A nearly naked, handsome man in the kitchen cooking me dinner, I thought. Does it get any better than that?

Geoffrey emerged from the kitchen and excitedly gathered me into his arms, kissing me firmly and making me forget all about the dinner he was preparing. Pressed against his chest, I breathed in his wonderful clean scent and judged him to be fresh from the shower. He asked that I go upstairs, shower and get comfortable while he finished dinner. Actually I was anxious to wash up since it seemed it had already been a long day. Reaching around, I playfully squeezed my husband's nearly naked bottom before heading to the bedroom.

Quickly getting undressed, I headed to the bathroom and turned on a very hot shower. I stood under the jets of warm water and closed my eyes, concentrating on the way the water trickled off my body like a thousand tiny fingers washing away the day. I took the chance to quickly wash and shave all over, getting myself extra smooth for whatever Geoffrey had planned for us this evening. My soapy hands caressed over my breasts and again I closed my eyes, imagining they were his hands. I traced down lower to my squishy center, picturing in my mind my sexy husband's naked body close to mine. I could nearly imagine the heat emanating from him as he whispers wonderful things into my ear.

My mind truly began to wander as my fingers trailed over the smoothness of my mound. Spreading my legs slightly, I imagined Geoffrey's hand grinding over my aching center. I slipped just one finger inside me and gasped quietly, surprised at how slick my pussy had already become. Rather than continue this fantasy, I decided to rinse off and find out the reality awaiting me downstairs. I slipped on a short silky robe that barely covered anything. Though it was cold in the house, I knew it was warm near the fire and most especially near my husband.

I tiptoed quietly down the stairs toward the kitchen and watched in fascination from the doorway as Geoffrey bent over to pull items out of the refrigerator. I will truly never get tired of seeing my husband's body. I watched in silence as he painstakingly tossed the salad and arranged the food on our plates. Geoffrey's strong thighs peeked from around the apron and I was almost sure I could make out a bulge in front. His hands, I thought, were certainly one of his sexiest features. Strong yet tender. I imagined the way they drifted over my body, making me...

"Enjoying the show?" Geoffrey asked, his eyes never leaving the task at hand.

I giggled, only slightly embarrassed at my voyeurism. 

"Very much, Geoff. In fact, how about we skip the food and you let me lick the big mixing spoon you appear to be hiding under that apron." Geoffrey's gaze turned toward me as his eyebrow upturned in mock astonishment.

"You're in quite I mood this evening, Rach," he said, grinning. "You go sit at the table and dinner will be right up." 

I headed to the table, determined to tease him as much as his half-naked body was teasing me. Carefully arranging my cleavage to spill out over the top of the loosely tied robe, I then crossed my legs in the chair. The brevity of my robe meant that the entire length of my legs would be on display.

Geoffrey brought us salads to start and smiled appreciatively at my seductive exhibition. We sat and talked about our day about our plans for New Years and about all the things couples discuss over dinner. 

What we didn't discuss was his plans for me tonight, which was at the forefront of my curiosity. It had become an unspoken rule of this new holiday tradition that no hints were given until after sundown, the actual beginning of Hanukkah. Just because I didn't ask for clues didn't mean I wasn't terribly curious though.

Geoffrey went back and forth to the kitchen, bringing us wine and dinner. He'd removed the apron and now was clad only in briefs that clearly outlined his bottom and half-hard package. I watched appreciatively as he walked back and forth and found his naked skin to be very distracting. I wasn't complaining. By the end of dinner I was already very worked up and my mind raced with sexy ideas of what the night might bring. As he sat down, I saw his muscular thighs and envisioned how they contract when he's pushing inside me. As he reached over to fill my glass, my eyes lingered over his hands, imagining how he caresses me and pinches my nipples.

"Penny for your thoughts," Geoffrey said, breaking me out of my meandering imagination.

"Believe me, these thoughts are worth at least a dollar," I replied with a mischievous grin. Geoffrey stood up and gathered the dinner plates.

"I want to hear all about your expensive thoughts in the living room. You go light the candles and I'll get dessert." Geoffrey leaned over and kissed me before bringing his load of dishes to the kitchen. I lit the candles in the living room, watching the beautiful glow light up the otherwise darkening room. Hard to believe the holiday is nearly over, I thought. Geoffrey wrapped his arms around me from behind, holding me close as we watched the candles together.

After a few minutes I turned into his embrace and we kissed passionately. Truly, I was willing to skip dessert tonight. My husband could tell I was excited and he gently pulled away from the kiss and led me to the couch. On the coffee table was one dish of tiramisu, my favorite dessert, and one spoon. Geoffrey sat on the couch and pulled me sideways into his lap. I wrapped my arm around his neck and could feel his excitement against my bottom as I squirmed around getting comfortable. Actually, I squirmed a little more than necessary but I loved teasing his hardness and hoped it might bring about the Hanukkah surprise more quickly.

Carefully placing the dish in my lap, Geoffrey scooped the delicacy with his spoon and brought it teasingly to my lips. He fed me tiny nibbles, holding the spoon in front of my lips to lick after each bite. I seductively licked along the spoon, hoping to further entice him. By the increased lumpiness of his lap, I'd guess he was appreciating the effort.

"So, Geoffrey, when do I get my present?" I asked, barely able to contain my anticipation.

"Actually, you sort of already have it. Beside you," he answered mysteriously.  I looked around, and the only thing beside me was Geoffrey.

"I need another hint, my love," I answered with a mock serious tone.

"Actually, the present tonight is me," he explained, while bringing another scoop of the creamy treat to my lips. I savored the flavor melting over my tongue as I pondered this.

"But, Geoffrey," I answered with confusion. "Don't I already have you?"

Geoffrey's laughter shook both of us and I couldn't help but laugh too. 

"Rach, tonight you get me. But you get all of me. Anything you want. You name it." My mind raced with the possibilities. 

"Anything?" I asked, eyebrows raised suggestively.

"After dessert, dear lady, I live but to serve." With this he smiled, his eyes twinkling with expectation and eagerness. Geoffrey continued to feed me as we both sat in silence and his words sunk in. Anything? Could he be serious? I pictured Geoffrey wearing a toga wrap and fanning me with a palm frond while simultaneously peeling me grapes. I'd never really given serious thought to being in the dominant role but I had to admit it was exciting.

Before long the dessert was gone but I'd long since stopped paying attention to that. My mind was filled with possibilities. It was a safe enough proposition, I suppose, since I'd never ask Geoffrey to do anything I knew he'd find objectionable. Still, the premise of allowing myself to be entirely selfish for a night seemed simultaneously empowering and terribly stimulating. I wondered how far he was willing to take this. Geoffrey answered my silent question.

"Anything, Rachel. You have only but to ask and you can have anything," he said with a serious tone. He looked directly into my eyes as though tempting me to be extravagant with my requests. He leaned over to put the dish on the table and then trailed his fingers up and down my legs as my mind whirled at an electrifying pace. I decided to begin with a minor request and test the waters.

"I'll take a backrub, please," I said. "In the bedroom. A nice long backrub."

Geoffrey smiled. "Starting small. I like that," he said. He helped me up from his lap and followed me into the bedroom. I slipped off my robe and lay naked on my front in the middle of the bed. Geoffrey went immediately to the nightstand to retrieve the massage oil, turning off a few lights on the way and lighting a couple candles on the dresser. My skin tingled with anticipation of his touch and little goose bumps covered my arms.

Geoffrey climbed onto the bed and carefully warmed the oil before rubbing it over my back, kneading the tension out of my muscles. His strong hands rubbed over my shoulders and neck and I was in heaven. He gently massaged my neck, flipping the back of my hair upwards so he could trace his fingertips along my hairline. He moved back to my shoulders and then lower, until his hands rested in the small of my back. I wriggled my bottom, seeing if he'd take the hint, but he just kept on rubbing my back. I remembered he said I could have anything but I'd have to ask.

"The back massage feels wonderful, Geoff. Can I switch my back rub to a full body rub?" I asked.

"But of course, Rach. Anything."

His hands drifted lower, caressing quickly over my bottom and then to the backs of my thighs. He rubbed each in turn, occasionally brushing his fingertips up along the insides of my thighs. I spread my legs a little, encouraging him, but he moved lower to my calves and then my feet. Geoffrey sensually massaged my feet without tickling, rubbing each toe and the arch in meticulous detail. The feeling of him nearly worshipping my body with careful caresses was incredible, though more than once I had to remind myself that I needed to stay focused on the task of deciding what more I'd like him to do for me.

He massaged back up my legs and to my bottom, rubbing the muscles deeply and occasionally teasing the cheeks apart slightly. When his fingertips gently brushed between my cheeks, I moaned with pleasure. How wonderful to be massaged by someone who knows better than anyone how to make you feel good. Soon his fingers were sliding up the insides of my thighs, getting closer and closer to my moist pussy. I wanted make this wonderful evening last so I rolled to my back and asked him to massage my front.

He grinned wickedly and I was sure this was a request he was happy to concede. Sitting next to my torso, he began rubbing over my arms and along my collarbone. I was painfully aware of the proximity of his hands to my breasts and my nipples puckered with the thought of him touching me lower. His oiled hands slowly slid over my nipples, cupping each breast in a hand and lightly rubbing them. He seemed to be careful to spend equal time with all my body parts and he soon enough moved his slick palms over my belly and hips. I spread my legs just a little and I saw his eyes widen just slightly. The sight of my smooth mound had always excited him and he often said I had the prettiest pussy he'd ever seen. 

Finally his hands traced over my mound, very lightly grinding over the top and against my swelling clit. I'm sure he noticed that I was already quite wet. But instead of dwelling on my slit, he moved lower. His strong fingers kneaded the muscles of my thighs, making my pussy tingle with anticipation. His hands moved to my lower legs and then back upwards, gently caressing the insides of my thighs. His fingers moved closer and closer but he seemed determined not to overstep what I'd asked him to do. The feeling of his hands so close to my wet center was nearly unbearable. I propped myself up on my elbows to look at him.

"You know, Geoff. I think you should be naked too." He smiled, getting up from the bed. Without ceremony Geoffrey quickly shoved his boxer briefs to the floor, his hardness standing at attention in front of him. He kicked off the underwear and started back toward the bed but I wanted to see how far he was willing to take this.

"I want to see you, Geoff. Turn around. Let me see your ass." Geoffrey grinned and slowly turned. He knew I was testing him- but he seemed committed to following absolutely everything I asked of him. 

"Okay, now let me see your front," I said. He turned around, hands at his sides, and his cock hardening before my eyes. Apparently the idea of following my direction was a big turn-on for him, as well as for me.

"Now touch yourself, Geoff. I love to see your cock really hard."

His eyes darted to the side and for a fleeting instant I think he was almost shy. We'd masturbated in front of each other before but this was different. This was more like him putting on a show for me at my request. Although I wouldn't have predicted it, this part was hard for him. He did exactly as I asked though, reaching his right hand down and slowly stroking his cock.

"Like this, Rachel?" He asked, daring me with his eyes to raise the ante.

"Yes, exactly like that. Except rub your balls too. I like seeing you so excited," I said. My eyes traveled from his eyes to his cock as I watched with fascination. The stroking remained slow and his left hand reached down to cup and gently tug his balls. As he did this, his eyes closed with pleasure and I could tell this could go much too far too quickly. I had much better plans for his cock and it was clear he was willing to do anything I asked.

"Good, Geoff. Now I want you to caress my body again. Only this time I want you to use only your lips and tongue."

Geoffrey looked momentarily taken aback. It was rare that I was so straightforward with my requests and it seemed he liked it. I turned back over on the bed, lying on my front, and he straddled my back. Beginning at the top of my neck, he trailed little kisses along my hairline and lower over my neck. He kissed the side of my face and took one earlobe into his lips, nibbling lightly. The heat from his thighs and ass pressed against me was delicious and I felt his hardness resting along my ass.

He kissed and nipped and licked lightly over my shoulders and down my spine, taking his time. By this point I was much too excited to be ticklish. As he slid down to straddle my calves, I felt his warm lips kissing the top of my ass. Breathing deeply, I willed myself not to squirm under his kisses but rather to lie still and enjoy his touch. My legs were still pressed together and I could feel my middle squishy with wanting. Geoffrey cupped my cheeks in each hand and lovingly kissed over my bottom, knowing full well he was being a tease. Sliding further down, he kissed lower, where my legs and bottom met. Although my legs were tight together, it was hard not to think about his lips and tongue so near my pussy.




Hanukkah Tradition Ch. 07



Geoffrey kissed down the backs of my thighs to the sensitive backs of my knees. This has always been a sensitive spot for me, as Geoffrey well knew, and he took his time lapping and kissing. He finally slid back off my body as he continued to kiss down my calves. Taking each foot in his hand, he kissed each of my toes, then positioned himself between my legs. With my legs spread wide like that, he kissed back upwards and I'm sure he could tell how excited I was by my puffy pussy lips clearly visible beneath me. 

I moaned out loud when I felt his tongue licking slowly up the insides of my thighs, going back and forth between them. His hands gently spread my legs even wider, allowing him to kiss and lick higher and closer to my wet center. Shivers ran up my spine when he licked lightly over my pussy lips and it was all I could do not to push back against him. I wanted this wonderful feeling to last, though truthfully it was difficult to lie still.

Geoffrey surprised me by again putting his hands on my cheek and gently pulling them apart. The coolness of his breath against my sensitive skin made me tremble with anticipation. With just the tip of his tongue he very slowly licked upwards along the length of my slit and just over the entrance to my pussy. He pushed his tongue just barely inside me and I'm sure he wasn't surprised by how wet I already was. As he pulled my cheeks just a little wider, he was able to push a fraction of an inch deeper and the familiar tingling deep in my belly began to escalate. 

He pushed his tongue in and out quickly, making me writhe under him. His tongue never left my skin as he pulled from my pussy and licked farther toward my ass. Oh god, he's really going to tease me now, I thought. He slowly and deliberately continued back and forth, with each stroke getting closer and closer to my sensitive other hole. By the time he was close, I was close to begging until I realized I could direct him to do anything. He said anything.

I didn't have to direct him. He knew what my body was crying out for. Pulling my cheeks wide apart and exposing everything, he continued to trace his tongue. He traced circles around and around, moistening and teasing the sensitive skin. I was fresh from the shower and had certainly made sure I was extra clean tonight, though I hadn't known this was part of the plan for tonight. When Geoffrey's tongue brushed directly over the puckered hole, I startled and he backed off slightly, allowing me to get comfortable with his touch there.

Carefully Geoffrey again traced around and around with his tongue, holding me wide open. The touch of his wet warm tongue made my pussy drool with excitement. Around and around his tongue went and my heightened anticipation intensified as it seemed all of my sensation was focused at the sensitive flesh. He gently eased the very tip of his tongue inside me there and I was shocked at how pleasurable the feeling was. His tongue swirled over me with gentle pressure, sending tingling pulses of sensation directly to my aching clit.

"God, Geoff. Your tongue...on me." I could barely formulate the words to tell him. I wanted him to slow down. I wanted him to speed up. Panting, I slowly rolled over as Geoffrey sat beside me, smiling and waiting for further instruction. I just looked at him while catching my breath and wondered if he had any idea how good that felt. His knowing grin told me he had some idea.

His eyes grazed up and down my naked body and he looked into my eyes silently offering, "More?" I answered him with a slight nod and he leaned over my face, kissing my forehead and eyelids. I breathed in his clean scent, reveling in the warmth of his body so close to me.  His kisses tickled and caressed my cheeks, my earlobes and my chin before he trailed his tongue over my bottom lip.

As he kissed over my collarbone and the top of my chest, I arched my back, pushing my breasts closer to his face. My nipples were already hard and aching as he twirled his tongue around each of them. I reached up with my hands, running my fingers through his hair and pulling his face closer to my breast. He allowed me to direct him to my nipple and took it into his mouth, sucking hungrily. I held the sides of his face, pulling him nearer, signaling to him that I didn't want gentle. He greedily took my nipple between his teeth and the tender scraping sensation made me squeal with pleasure. 

I started to get more and more into the sexiness of directing him to please me, pulling him from one nipple to the other. He eagerly took my direction and that brought me to new heights. I finally pulled his mouth from my breast and brought it close to my face where I kissed him passionately. His tongue, his wonderful tongue, thrust and parried with mine as I wrapped my arms around his neck. Gently pulling from the kiss, I looked into his eyes.

"Geoff, I want you to lick and kiss me more. Especially my pussy," I said, nearly shocked to hear the words come out of my mouth. This new feeling of power flooded over me, knowing I could have Geoffrey do anything I asked. Geoffrey smiled as he realized how excited this new twist on our love making had made me. 

"Anything, my love," he answered before leaning his lips to my tummy and kissing lower. He settled his body between my legs and on hands and knees he moved lower and lower. My insides trembled with giddy excitement as he neared my center. I pulled a pillow under my head so I could watch his eager tongue and his hardened cock dangling between his legs. Oh, but I had plans for that cock.

Geoffrey teased me for only a couple minutes, pulling each of my smooth lips into his mouth and kissing along the insides of my thighs. I intertwined my fingers in his hair, pulling his face closer to my center. He followed my direction and pushed his tongue inside me, making me rock my hips and grind against him. His tongue never left my pussy as he hooked his hands below my knees and bent my legs upward. He began licking with long strokes from the entrance to my pussy and up to my clit. Each time his tongue flicked over my clit, a twinge ran through my body, making me even more slippery.

Geoffrey licked with a voracious fervor, as though he couldn't get close enough or deep enough between my lips. He hooked my legs up over his shoulders and leaned closer, fucking my pussy as deeply as he could with his wet tongue. I wrapped my legs around him, pulling him closer and grinding against him. He put his hands on the backs of my thighs, gently pushing my legs up against my chest as he continued his lingual assault.

With my legs pressed up against my chest, I was very open and exposed to him. My juices, combined with his saliva, trickled down my slit and lower, between my cheeks. Geoffrey twirled his tongue around my clit with a proficiency that only he had ever mastered, as he cupped my bottom in his strong hands. The pull of his thumbs on either side of my pussy opened me wider and he again began licking up and down my slit. Long, slow, deliberate licks that slid lower and lower toward my ass. 

"Yes, Geoffrey. Lick me, yes," I murmured under my breath. His tongue teased closer and closer and finally brushed over my puckered hole, making me writhe with pleasure. He wriggled his tongue with gentle pressure and the feeling was exquisite. He alternated between dipping his tongue barely inside my ass, to deep within my pussy, to swirling around my clit. The ache deep inside me began to build and I needed him to touch my clit but it seemed he just kept teasing.

I sat up, gently pulling Geoffrey from me, and he brushed my juices from his face with the back of his hand. He smiled and sat silently waiting for instruction. Pushing him onto his back, I then crawled over his body. Geoffrey lay passively on the bed, enjoying the feeling of me being the aggressor. My pussy was wet and tingling, and I ground my mound over his throbbing cock. I kissed his lips, tasting my juices on him, before sitting up and looking down at him. He was so cute lying there, willing and ready to please me in any way I asked.

Sliding up his body, my wetness grazed over his chest and higher. I wanted to feel his tongue on my pussy without teasing. I straddled my thighs on either side of his face as he looked up at me, smiling. Holding the headboard for support, I leaned forward to his mouth and felt his tongue slither between my lips. His hands reached up to hold my ass, pulling me to his hungry mouth as he attacked my pussy with renewed eagerness. His tongue thrust inside my pussy as I ground my hips and felt his nose tickling over my clit. I rocked my hips, riding his tongue as it pushed in and out like a small wet cock.

I pulled back and pushed my clit against his mouth, squirming with pleasure as he swirled it around and around. The familiar tension deep in my belly was building and his unrelenting tongue was speeding me toward an intense release. 

"That's it, Geoffrey. Yes, lick it. Don't stop." My words seemed to encourage him and his tongue kept a steady pace that kept me right on the edge of orgasm. Finally Geoffrey took my clit between his lips and nibbled, pushing me over to a powerful orgasm. I slid down his body and collapsed over him, panting while my insides continued to twitch. I rocked my slit over his cock, teasing him and enjoying the throbbing heat against me.

"That was wonderful," I said between kisses. "I want you to do it again but this time hum me a song." He smiled, looking at me with a mildly perplexed expression.

"Any particular song, my love?" He asked with a grin.

"Something sensual. I'll let you pick," I responded as I pulled myself up his body and back toward his mouth. My thighs were slick with my excitement as I positioned my smooth pussy lips near his mouth once again. He stuck his tongue out and licked lightly at first since he knew my clit would still be a little sensitive. Again I rocked my hips, moaning as his tongue pushed inside me again. Though his tongue wasn't deep, the feeling of the soft wetness against me was amazing. I thrust my hips back and forth, riding on his tongue and crying out with pleasure.

When the aching feeling again began to build, I pulled my hips back and directed his tongue to my engorged clit. He licked around it and I reached down, caressing my fingers through his hair. He held my hips, pulling me tight to his mouth before again taking my clit between his lips. I looked down and our eyes locked as he began humming. The vibrations against my clit sent shivers down my spine, making my pussy quiver and my nipples crinkle. I vaguely recognized the tune as the dreidel song but was much more interested in the vibrations of his lips against me.

My hips pushed against Geoffrey's face, grinding hard against him, as he began sucking harder and licking directly over my clit. My body began to shudder over him as my orgasm approached and he continued to hum. Finally the pleasure overwhelmed me and my pussy spasmed over and over again as another orgasm washed over me.

Again I collapsed over him, resting my dripping pussy on his cock. He moaned as his throbbing shaft nestled between my smooth pussy lips, as we kissed. He wrapped his arms around me and pulled me close. My ragged breathing continued as my mind raced to what else I wanted.

"Your tongue felt so good, Geoffrey," I said as I rolled over, pulling him on top of me. "Now let's see if you can touch my clit and make me cum again." His eyes lit up and I saw his mind considering how he would touch me. He lifted his body, his chest hovering over mine. But before he could slide down I added another request. "This time touch my clit with only your cock." 

Geoffrey smiled at the request, though he looked very slightly pained. His cock was already so excited that the feeling of rubbing against my wetness would be delicious torture for him. Geoffrey sat up between my legs, pulling my legs over his thighs and scooting up close to my middle. He gently grasped his cock in his hand and pushed it downward directly over my clit. He pressed the head of his cock against my clit and began rocking his hips. The feeling was amazing and so much better than any toy could ever be.

Geoffrey kept a steady pace, with gentle pressure against me. Before long I was again close to cumming and I reached up and pinched my already hard nipples. Geoffrey watched me while obviously concentrating hard on not getting too close to release. His cock was very wet with my juices as it slid effortlessly back and forth over my aching clit. Finally my legs began to tremble and my pussy tightened inside as his ministrations urged me closer to release. Just as I was sure Geoffrey would have to stop to slow down his stimulation, he increased the pressure against my clit and my entire body tightened in another shuddering orgasm. 

Geoffrey rolled onto the bed, lying on his back next to me, catching his breath. If this had been any other night, I don't think anything would have stopped him from plunging his cock deep inside me right then. But Geoffrey promised to do anything and he was not going to give up easily. I propped myself up on my elbow to look at his face, contorted with a mixture of excitement and exasperation. My eyes trailed over his body down to his cock, shiny with my wetness and pulsing with his heartbeat. 

"Touch yourself, Geoffrey." He looked at me, sure I would be kidding, but my expression was quite serious. 

"Rachel, I don't think I can. That was so close, feeling you like that..."

"Just a little, Geoffrey. I like to see your cock in your hand. Close your eyes and hold your cock." He did as I asked, his eyes shut tightly and his right hand reaching down to lightly hold his hardness. I reached out to lightly pinch his nipples and he moaned. His nipples were like hard pebbles and as I continued to tease them he began very slowly stroking himself.

I pulled his hand from his cock and slowly lapped my tongue over his palm. Geoffrey watched, amused as I wetted his palm with saliva, and then pushed his hand back to his cock. Grasping it once more, he held his hand still on his cock and looked at me.

"Stroke your cock, Geoffrey. It's so hot watching you touch yourself." 

He looked into my eyes and for a fleeting second I worried that this was pushing too far. Teasing him is one thing but making him tease himself seemed almost cruel. As though sensing my trepidation, Geoffrey smiled up and me and began slowly moving his wet hand up and down his shaft. I reached down and traced my finger along my slit as my eyes were fixed to his hand on his cock.

"Slowly, Geoffrey. I don't want you to cum yet." 

His eyes were shut tightly and his eyebrows furrowed in a look of delicious torture. So I climbed between his legs to get a closer look. I held my hands over his hand on his cock, pulling it upward and very lightly licking at the very sensitive skin just below the head. Geoffrey groaned loudly and I sensed he couldn't take too much more of this. I took his balls in my hand and rolled them gently between my fingers, feeling the tightness and knowing he was more than ready for release.

I climbed over Geoffrey to lie along his side and pulled his hand from his cock to my pussy. He rolled to his side, looking relieved to be temporarily free of his torture with pleasure. I gripped his hand with mine and spread my legs. Geoffrey quickly shoved two fingers inside me, pushing hard and deep. Slippery sucking sounds filled the room as he began finger fucking me, thrusting hard against me and grinding his palm against my clit.

When he curled his fingers up and pressed over my sensitive spot inside, I felt my legs tremble. My thighs spread wider and I pushed my hips upward, wanting him deeper. Finally, I could take no more. His fingers felt amazing but I needed something better than fingers. I needed his cock inside me.

Urgently I pushed him back onto his back and climbed over him. I quickly straddled his hips and positioned my pussy over his cock. He looked pleadingly into my eyes and I smiled wickedly. I could hardly wait to make him cum but first I needed him to fill me. I wriggled my hips until his cock was positioned and very slowly sat down on him as his throbbing member slid inside my warmth.

We both moaned as my tight hole sucked him in deeper. He reached out to hold my hips but I gently directed his arms up above his head where he grasped the headboard. I sat up, feeling the last inch of him ease inside, and I ground hard against him. I held my pussy still and reached down, with my fingers sliding over my nipples, then down my tummy toward my center.

Geoffrey's eyes were fixed on my fingers as he watched me trace along my slit, then open my pussy lips to expose my engorged clit. God, this entire evening had me beyond excited, I thought as I started whirling my finger around my clit. Geoffrey watched in silent awe as I threw my head back and fluttered my finger over my clit with a lightning pace. As my orgasm began to build, I started to bounce slightly on his cock, squeezing him with my inside muscles. I reached behind and caressed his balls, so tight in my hand.

I bounced harder, feeling Geoffrey's cock nudge against my cervix, while I rubbed even faster over my clit. My orgasm was fast approaching and I felt my pussy squeezing hard on the throbbing cock inside me. I came very hard, the pulsing twinges inside gripping and milking Geoffrey's shaft inside me. When I looked down at my husband, his eyes were soft and begged me to let him have release. I leaned down and kissed him softly, then whispered close to his ear.

"Now, Geoffrey. Take me now."

Geoffrey flipped us both over with one swift motion, and pushed my legs up against my chest. His cock thrust deep inside me and he wasn't gentle as he began to piston inside. This is what I wanted. For him to fill me. Fuck me.

His cock never stopped thrusting inside as he leaned over and crushed his lips to mine, devouring my mouth. His body slammed against mine over and over and I moved my hips trying to keep up with his incredible pace. He began grunting each time he plunged deep inside and I knew he was very close.

"Yes, don't stop. I want to feel you cum inside me. Deep." Geoffrey's feverish pace continued until he could no longer hold back and his cock exploded deep inside me. His cock jumped over and over with his release before he collapsed on top of me. 

"God, Rachel. You nearly killed me!" he said with mock seriousness.

I looked innocently into his eyes and smiled. 

"I hope you remember, Rachel. You aren't the only one who can tease. Maybe soon we'll see just how much teasing you can take." His words made me shiver as I remembered that he had one more present to give me. 

Geoffrey climbed from me, his soggy cock slipping from my tender pussy lips, before lying down beside me and spooning against my back.  He quietly chuckled against my neck.

"Hum a song? That was cute," he said, quite amused. We both laughed before drifting off to sleep. Visions of the present I'd planned for tomorrow floated through my sleepy brain. Tomorrow will really blow his mind, I thought. Tomorrow Geoffrey will get every man's favorite fantasy.

As always, thank you to RAB for editing and general counsel. Please send me feedback and don't forget to vote. Thank you!



Hanukkah Tradition Ch. 08



This is not just a holiday story but rather a tale of two newlyweds, Rachel and Geoffrey, who have begun a new holiday tradition on this, their first Hanukkah together. In the spirit of the holiday they are exchanging eight sexy gifts, one on each of the eight nights. You don't need to be Jewish to appreciate the story. Neither must you have read the other parts of the series but you might appreciate it more if you have. Enjoy!

"But does it have to be tonight?" he asked, sounding truly disappointed. We were both getting dressed this morning when I broke the news to him.

"Geoffrey, she's my oldest friend from college and she's only in town this week. I know we have this new Hanukkah tradition and everything but I hardly ever get to see her now that she's living in Los Angeles." In truth I'd been planning her visit for almost two weeks now and even the idea of it made me tingle all over.

"Rach, you know how much I like Jessica but I just...I'd hoped we'd have plenty of together time tonight." I knew that "together time" was only half of the story. Tonight was his turn to get a sexy present from me and he was anxious. He looked at me with those sad puppy dog eyes that I otherwise would have been unable to resist. 

"Tell you what, Geoff. How about we have a nice holiday dinner with you and Jessica and I tonight, and I'll make it up to you tomorrow or something. Won't that be okay?" He lamely nodded. I knew he liked Jessica. They'd met several times before, most recently at our wedding. If it weren't for this new holiday custom he'd have welcomed the idea of us visiting enthusiastically.

Jessica really was one of my dearest friends. We were practically inseparable in college, and now that we were distanced by geography, we still visited each other as often as we could and caught up in between with phone calls late into the night.  

~~~

When Geoffrey proposed this new sexy holiday tradition, I thought long and hard about what he'd like most. Although I rarely talked to Geoffrey about it, some of my sexiest fantasies involved my friend Jessica. Never for a minute did I consider myself to be a lesbian. I like big strong men too much. But there was something so charming and cuddly about her. 

Jessica was very cute. Not a stunning beauty but there was something about the way she touched your shoulder when she talked or leaned in intimately close when she whispered in your ear. She exuded an easygoing sensuality and no one, it seemed, was immune. She had many men chasing her in college but she never really seemed to connect with any. Such was the case now, when she let me know last month that she had broken up with her latest love. This holiday she planned to stay with her parents here in town for the holiday.

Nearly two weeks ago I sat on the edge of the bed staring at the phone in my hand. My mind wandered back to college days when we roomed together and were as inseparable as sisters, with no secrets between us. Many nights we would climb into each other's bed talking until all hours of the night about the disastrous date we'd be on that night, or more often about our dreams for the future. 

Living in the close quarters of a dorm room didn't afford us any room for modesty, which was just as well. We felt very comfortable together. Occasionally when she wasn't looking, I would steal glances at her beautiful naked body. Once or twice when I was changing, I thought maybe I caught her looking at me too but I never asked. People often assumed we were sisters since we spoke and looked somewhat alike, except her hair was beautiful chestnut brown next to my auburn and she was taller and statuesque while I had more curves. Everything about her oozed sexuality, from her pert little breasts to her sexy lilting grin that made men melt. 

I closed my eyes, remembering a cool September night during our senior year. I was sitting at my desk, wearing a t-shirt and panties. The room was lit by one small desk lamp. I sat hunched over my books studying for my midterm. Jess was out with her latest love, Jeremy, and it was getting pretty late. I stood up to stretch, peering out through the window to see Jess running into our building, looking pretty upset. When she came in, she threw her coat on the bed and pulled out a bottle of Kahlua.

"Men suck," she announced, rummaging through the cabinets looking for plastic cups. Closing my books for the night, I sat on my bed while she poured us drinks. She'd had a bad night and I knew from experience that it was best not to ask questions but rather to listen until she spilled her guts. She shut off the desk lamp and started to change as I sipped the sweet brown liquor. The moonlight on her pale skin was breathtaking, or maybe that was just the Kahlua, I thought as she quickly stripped in front of me and put on a little t-shirt. Joining me in the bed, we cuddled up under the covers and she told me all about her disaster of an evening and how she caught Jeremy kissing some other woman in the back room at a party.

"Man, and I really liked him," she said, looking genuinely disappointed. It killed me to see her so upset and I moved to pull her close. Wrapping arms around each other, I hugged her, wishing I could protect her from hurtful things. The hug seemed to last for many minutes and I went from having maternal feelings to becoming acutely aware that our breasts were pushed together separated only by thin cotton t-shirts. Neither of us let go though and I was too afraid to say anything for fear of ruining the moment.

Jessica pulled away first, leaning close to me and looking directly into my eyes.

"You're a good friend, Rachel," she whispered, "And cuddly, too." We both giggled at that. I brushed her hair from her forehand and she leaned closer. The faint smell of liquor on her breath whispered over my lips. Meeting her half way, I leaned over to close the distance, my lips on hers. I'd never kissed a girl before and I was struck with how very different it was than a man. Soft - and her tongue tickled against my lips. We spent hours that felt like minutes in my little single bed, our hands roaming over each other, exploring. Somehow this didn't feel like a random night of experimenting but more like a very natural expansion of our close friendship. 

That semester flew by, with a handful more occasions like that night, but in the end we both decided that men were better. We both dated and soon enough the school year was over - and never since have I experienced anything like that with another woman. Nor had I really any desire to. Geoffrey had asked me once during post-coital pillow talk if I'd ever thought about being with another woman. Without going into details about who or exactly what happened, I did confess that I'd done a little experimenting in college. This led to an encore performance from Geoffrey, who clearly found the idea to be amazingly erotic.

And so it happens that here it is a few nights before the beginning of Hanukkah and here I am sitting on my couch staring at the phone in my hand. Dialing her number from memory, my stomach fluttering inside. I was so giddy and nervous I could barely contain myself. After a few minutes of small talk, I finally got to the point and held my breath for the response.

"Rach, are you serious?" She sounded a little shocked.

"Well, yeah, Jess. I mean, only if you are into it. And it would just be a sort of one-time thing, no strings attached." Only silence on the phone, and suddenly I started to doubt how good an idea this was. The last thing I'd ever want to do is ruin our friendship.

"I'm sorry, Jess. It was just an idea. Let's just forget it," I said, my voice trailing off in a mix of disappointment and embarrassment.

"Just an idea?" she said, nearly shrill on the phone. "Just an idea!?" I winced, how could I have misjudged this situation so terribly? The flutter in my tummy turned to a sinking feeling and I didn't have the words to respond.

Jessica began giggling into the phone, and between guffaws she said, "This isn't just an idea...it's only the sexiest idea ever! I'm in!" Relieved, I started to laugh too. Jessica's happiness was always very contagious. We set about to scheming on the phone. This would truly be a surprise Geoffrey would never forget.

~~~

Geoffrey came home to hear Jessica and I giggling in the kitchen, fixing dinner together. He poked his head around the corner, caught us engaged in girl talk and rolled his eyes. 

"What are you girls up to in here?" he asked, startling us both. I ran over and wrapped my arms around him for a big welcome home kiss and then pulled him over to Jessica.

"You remember Jessica, don't you, sweetie?" I asked. 

"Of course, I do. How are you, Jessica?" he responded, smiling politely.

In a way only Jessica could get away with, she wrapped her arms around his neck and whispered into his ear, "No need to be so formal. We're nearly family!"

Geoffrey was slow to release her from his arms and looked over to me sheepishly. I already knew how cuddly Jessica could be and I'm sure he agreed. I smiled at Geoffrey, giving him permission to enjoy hugging my very cuddly friend, and before there was any uncomfortable silence between us, I encouraged him to go take a shower and change while we finished up dinner.

We put the finishing touches on our brisket with tiny red potatoes and carrots and Jessica poured us another glass of wine. We were both giggling and reminiscing as my handsome husband, fresh from the shower, peered around the corner to identify the racket. We both just looked at him and smiled innocently while he looked us over and judged us to be a little giddy from the wine. In truth, we were giddy but it was with excitement over the evening's coming events.

"How can I help, ladies?" he asked stepping into the kitchen. 

Jessica watched him walk in, licking her lips while conspicuously looking him up and down. He was wearing the green sweater I'd gotten him a few days ago with my favorite of his jeans. Clearly I wasn't the only one who appreciated his strong shoulders and cute ass, I thought as Jessica ogled Geoffrey outside of his line of sight.

"I have a few things you can help me with!" Jessica said, half-joking.

Geoffrey turned slowly, grinning with one eyebrow raised in his "are you serious?" look. At that we all laughed. It was wonderful to see Geoffrey in a good mood. He'd long since gotten over any real disappointment over our plans being changed.

"I'm sure she means helping set the table, honey," I improvised. He grinned as he grabbed the dishes and silverware, then turned toward the dining room. And I thought again how lucky I am to have such a good-natured match.

Dinner was wonderful, though to be fair, I picked relatively simple dishes. I was much too nervous to coordinate an elaborate affair - no pun intended - and it wasn't really necessary. My loving husband pretty much enjoys anything I put in front of him and like me, Jessica's mind wasn't entirely on the dinner. 

"What ever happened to that guy, Rach? What was his name?" Jessica asked at the dinner table.

I rolled my eyes. "Darren, his name was Darren," I replied slightly exasperated. "And let's just say, he's been more than replaced. He's been superceded." My mind momentarily flew back to a late night incident with Darren. He went too fast, I was in pain, he didn't care and that was that. I'll never forget the look of surprise on his face as I slammed and locked the door.

Geoffrey ate relatively quietly, watching us with fascination. I don't think he'd realized just how close we'd become in college and he was enjoying learning all this history about me. Somehow I had neglected to mention that for an entire semester I was a philosophy major, which Geoffrey found uproariously funny, considering I'm usually quite practical. 

What Jessica thankfully didn't mention was the cause of my change in majors. I'd had a brief fascination with the new associate professor in the philosophy department. His turtleneck sweaters and tweed jackets with little suede elbow patches were just too cute. It was the pipe that drew me in initially. As he sat outside the campus coffee shop, I came up with some lame excuse to talk to him. By the end of the semester any illusion I had about philosophers being more thoughtful in bed were entirely shattered. After giving him a second chance (the first might have been jitters), I decided that in the end it would take more than a big pipe and suede elbows to make me happy.

"A man could get used to this," Geoffrey announced breaking me out of my deep thought. "Spending the evening with two beautiful women who are feeding me dinner." Jessica and I giggled and rolled our eyes.

"A toast," Geoffrey saidraising his glass and encouraging us to do the same. "To my beautiful wife and her charming friend. May we share many more evenings exactly like this one." Jessica and I looked at each other wide-eyed and simultaneously burst into laughter while Geoffrey just looked at us, silently trying to decipher the source of our mirth. 

As we talked around the table, I marveled at how cute and flirtatious Jessica was. Men of all types were generally very taken with her and I could see my husband flirting back with great trepidation. I never doubted for a second that he loved me with all his heart and anything that might happen this evening would not change that. I silently wished I could convey to him that I was not jealous. That I wanted more than anything for him to feel as free with her as I did but I knew that soon that would be clear.

"Voila!" Jessica announced as she carried her dessert creation to the table. She laid the fruit trifle on the table and dipped a finger into the whipped cream on top. I watched with fascination as the delicate tip of her tongue licked the cream from her finger. The moment seemed to move in slow motion. I was transfixed as she brought her index finger to her lips and seductively tongued and enveloped the finger deep into her mouth. Suddenly the memory of her tongue licking my sensitive flesh many years ago flashed back in my mind and my pussy began to ache.

The moment was broken as Geoffrey, apparently himself quite transfixed, accidentally dropped his fork in a loud clash against the dessert plate. His eyes were wide with a mixture of surprise and desire and I could hardly blame him. Jessica looked at me and winked, then smiled innocently at Geoffrey as she offered him another finger-full of whipped cream. He stammered and declined, then jumped out of his chair to get the coffee. We both giggled at that and for a second I was struck with genuine guilt for the terrible teasing he had to endure this evening. 

While in the kitchen, Geoffrey apparently caught his breath and thought about baseball or tax returns or whatever men do to stave off untimely erections. Teasing him was just so much fun though, especially when I knew that tonight would be the most amazing surprise yet.

Geoffrey sipped his coffee across the table as we all engaged in polite conversation. I slipped my foot up along his calf and his smile widened. His look quickly turned to shock because he wasn't sure it was my foot touching him and not Jessica's. I smiled broadly to put him at ease - at least until he felt another foot on his other calf. He glanced back and forth between Jessica and I, not knowing how he should react. 

"Hey, you two aren't going to play footsie and leave out the guest, are you?" Jessica asked with a mischievous smile.

Geoffrey laughed uncomfortably and stood from the table. I asked him to wash the dishes and tidy up some since we had prepared dinner. He readily agreed, happy to momentarily have a task that would not result in more teasing. Jessica headed to the bedroom and I followed him into the kitchen.

"You okay, darling?" I asked, wrapping my arms around him and snuggling close.

"Of course, yeah, fine," he replied not very convincingly.

"Its late so I asked Jess to spend the night in the spare room. I'm going to go upstairs and take a shower before bed, all right?" My hand briefly slid down the front of his pants and I could feel his hardness straining against the cloth. He nodded and said he'd be up as soon as the kitchen was cleaned up. 

Bounding up the stairs excitedly, I knew that now it was time to implement the main part of my plan. Jessica was upstairs, pulling our pre-chosen clothes out of the shopping bag as I ran into the room. She turned and our eyes locked for a second. We both knew this was the moment of truth. 

She came toward me and we hugged, then she whispering into my ear, "This is it, Rach. You can change your mind now and no hard feelings. I want you to be sure." She looked at me with solemn eyes, holding her breath for my reply.

"I am absolutely sure, Jess. And goodness, that whipped cream thing! You even gave me a woodie." We both giggled and she gave me a quick peck on the lips before heading to the bathroom while simultaneously peeling off her clothes. I stripped quickly as well. I knew we didn't have much time to put this plan into action before Geoffrey would be upstairs.

Both naked, we climbed into the shower while trying to keep our giggling to a minimum. We both grabbed a bar of soap and began to lather up. I wanted so desperately to reach out and touch her and feel her beautiful body with my soapy fingers. Not wanting to rush anything, I waited for a sign from her. The sign was in the form of Jessica stepping closer to me as the warm water washed over both of us and running her soapy hands over my chest. I closed my eyes, allowing the pleasure of her delicate fingers to explore my body. God, how I'd missed her touch.

In the interest of time we soaped each other and, when Jessica's hand slid down over my hairless mound, she quietly gasped.

"Oh, Rachel, I love it. Here, hand me the razor. I want to be as naked as you."

I leaned against the cool tiles as I continued to wash myself, transfixed by the site of my dearest friend spreading her legs and expertly shaving over her cute mound until she was as bare as I. She pulled my hand to her pussy to inspect if for smoothness. In truth, I couldn't wait to touch it with more than my fingers. We knew that time was short so we rinsed each other off and shared a passionate kiss that promised much more before turning off the water and climbing out.

As we'd planned, we each slipped into matching red lace bras and thong panties. Each was made of a lace that in actuality covered nothing. Jessica's coral-colored nipples and smooth pussy were clearly visible through the thin lace, as were mine. I could already feel a wet spot forming on the thong that had wedged deliciously between my cheeks. We quickly brushed each other's hair and put on the finishing touches before sitting on the edge of the bed in front of the door. I heard my darling downstairs starting the dishwasher and begin to come up the stairs. My tummy was filled with butterflies as the doorknob twisted and creaked open.

The door opened to a darkened room and Geoffrey stepped inside without noticing us on the bed. He stepped over to the walk-in closet and began to unbutton his shirt before poking his head out to look for me. When he saw us on the bed, he looked shocked, taking a gulp and trying to decide what this meant. I decided not to let him suffer. 

"Happy Hanukkah, darling!" I announced. I had expected him to look happy - or at least excited - but he just stood there transfixed. I walked over to him, wrapping my arms around his neck and explained.

"Geoff, remember how I mentioned I'd experimented a little in college?" I heard Jessica giggling behind me. I continued, "Well, Jessica is very cuddly, isn't she? She's agreed to be your Hanukkah present tonight."

Geoffrey grinned but appeared to be choosing his words carefully. "Rachel, you know I love you. I don't need anyone else." I kissed him, conveying that I knew he loved me and this wouldn't change that. Jessica walked up beside me and also wrapped her arms around my husband, pulling him toward her lips for a kiss. I stood back and watched as their chaste peck quickly transformed into a passionate kiss. Geoffrey wrapped his arms around Jessica, pulling her tight against him.




Hanukkah Tradition Ch. 08



The kiss left both Jessica and Geoffrey breathless. He looked at me wordlessly, inquiring, "Now what?" The question was answered as Jessica stepped toward me with outstretched arms to kiss me with an intensity that nearly surpassed theirs. Jessica pulled back from the kiss and held me close as she peered over her shoulder at my stunned and highly aroused husband.

"You're a little overdressed over there, aren't you, buddy?" Jessica always had a way of breaking the tension in a situation. We both stepped over to my husband and helped him slowly undress as he stood still, passively watching. We both knelt down in front of him as we each slid a side of his pants down his legs and he raised his feet in turn to step out of the pants. We both reached toward the obvious erection straining against the front of his boxer briefs and lightly caressed along the shaft while occasionally cupping his balls. I licked my lips and I began tugging his briefs down and, as his cock sprung free and slapped against his tummy, Jessica and I both gasped simultaneously. 

Geoffrey's hardness was fully throbbing as I lightly grasped the shaft and kissed the head. I held the head out to Jessica, invited her too to taste how excited he'd become, with droplets of precum dripping from him. Geoffrey moaned as Jessica reached toward him with her tongue, lapping a slow deliberate lick from the base of his cock to the sensitive skin below the head. I could see from my darling's face that we would have to be gentle with him or this would be over before we started.

We directed Geoffrey to sit up in the bed against the headboard and told him to watch for a minute. He stared at us intently, his hand lightly stroking his cock, as we climbed into the bed and stood up on our knees in front of him. He had a very close view of us as we kissed, our tongues playfully swirling around each other and our hands roaming over the thin fabric of the bra and panties. Jessica's tiny hands drifted over my naked ass as mine lightly pinched her cute nipples, like pebbles between my fingers. We'd decided before tonight that we'd be sure to give Geoffrey a good show between us because, she claimed, that was a huge part of the fantasy men had.

In truth, I was hardly prepared to argue since I remembered that her touch and kisses were a treat not to be missed. As she stroked along the inside of my thigh, I realized that her touch had improved in the years since college. Perhaps my touch had also improved as I felt her moan into my mouth while squirming closer against me. Jessica alternated between tracing her fingertips along the edge of my bra and my panties and I was sure she could tell how turned on I was by the wetness of the crotch. We were both teasing each other, delighting in the feel of a smooth body against us. Like me, Jessica had never been with any other woman and I think she too was reminded of just how erotic the different feel was.

My eyes were closed as I concentrated on the throbbing of my clit and the burning touch of Jessica's fingers. I mirrored her touching, directed further by her moans. I felt Geoffrey's arms wrap around me and nibble my ear as he unfastened the ribbon around my neck. Jessica and I never stopped touching each other as my husband walked around the bed to do the same for Jessica. I smiled as I noticed that he kissed and nibbled along Jessica's neck as he had mine. Jessica cupped her hand over my panty-covered pussy and ground her palm against it as I felt my husband behind me again. He kissed down over my neck as he unfastened my bra and slowly peeled down the straps to reveal my breasts. 

"Oh, Rachel, this is so hot," he murmured against my neck. His hands reached around and cupped my tits as Jessica continued her grinding assault against my mound and her playful tongue-lashing along my bottom lip. My knees nearly became weak just as Geoffrey moved around the bed to stand behind Jessica. He kissed along her neck and unfastened her bra, then reached around to gently pull the lace from her cute, smaller, perkier tits. 

"Jessica, you're so beautiful," he breathed against her neck. "All that teasing at dinner. You aren't the only one who can tease." With that he reached up and traced his fingers along the fabric of her thong in front. With her breasts exposed, I kissed down over her chest to her nipples taking each on into my mouth. The little gasps she made as I nipped each one aroused me even more. Geoffrey continued to tease Jessica from behind, caressing his hands over her naked ass cheeks and making her thrust her hips back and forth slightly.

Jessica pulled me up and kissed my lips, imparting her appreciation for my tongue on her nipples. She then pushed me back onto the bed and straddled my thighs, looking me in the eyes and licking her lips. Geoffrey moved to the side of the bed to get a better look as Jessica leaned down and took my breast in her hand, then licked around the nipple. I was again struck with how amazing and different this felt than a man. Her delicate lapping used just enough pressure to make me tingle while not being quite as rough as men sometimes were.

Jessica slid down my body, kissing a path over my tummy and then moving lower. She looked into my eyes with a devilish grin as she traced along the top of my panties and playfully slipped her fingers within the waistband. I watched as she hooked her fingers on each side of the thong panties and began tugging them down my legs. A shiver ran down my spine as the cool air brushed across my wet, bald mound. Geoffrey leaned over the bed and kissed me hard as Jessica slipped her knee between my legs and spread me wide. The feeling of his tongue in my mouth and Jessica's delicate finger tracing along my slit caused me to arch my back in pleasure.

Geoffrey smiled at me and looked excitedly at Jessica, who was settling between my widespread legs. He sat at the edge of the bed, lightly stroking his hardness as he watched with great anticipation. I closed my eyes and took a deep breath, concentrating on the feeling of her fingers gently pulling my pussy lips open. Her breath lightly grazed against my aching clit and I reached down to caress the side of her face. As she began to trace the tip of her tongue along my slit, I began to squirm on the bed. The smell of Jessica's and my arousal combined with the fresh soap smell hung in the air.

Jessica began to lick closer to my sensitive clit, carefully avoiding direct contact and driving me to a fevered pitch. My involuntary squirming became more vigorous as Jessica held my thighs and continued to please me with her expert tongue. 

I felt something velvety smooth touch my cheek and looked up to see my husband's throbbing erection an inch from my lips. I licked the tip, anxious to have him fill my mouth, and took just the head between my lips. Geoffrey groaned in pleasure as the warmth of my mouth enveloped him. He reached down with his hand to gently direct me to a very slow pace as he watched Jessica's licking becoming more and more energetic. That in turn caused me to moan against his cock and the vibrations added to his excitement.

My pussy tingled intensely as I felt myself nearing an intense orgasm. Jessica took my engorged little clit into her mouth and lightly sucked as she began licking more directly. Geoffrey pulled his cock from my mouth with a loud slurping sound just as Jessica slipped two of her little fingers inside me. Geoffrey pinched my nipples as Jessica pressed on my g-spot, pushing me over the edge to a very intense release. The feeling of having two lovers pleasing me at the same time was absolutely beyond compare.

Jessica and I both sat up and I kissed my husband and then Jessica. Her little tongue intertwined with mine as I felt Geoffrey pinching both of our nipples between us at the same time. I wanted nothing more at that moment than to lick Jessica and make her moan and squirm too. We continued to kiss as we both lay on our sides pressed against each other. I caressed over her breasts down to her middle and was not surprised to feel a warm, squishy wet spot in her panties. I wrapped one arm around her neck, crushing her lips to mine as I hooked a finger into the side of her panties and gently tugged them from her. Geoffrey helped slide them down her long legs and grinned when he saw that she was as bare as I was.

I rolled Jessica onto her back and climbed over her, my pussy only inches from hers. I pushed her breasts together with my palms and licked her nipples with a light lapping motion that was sure to make her crazy. Still straddling her legs, I slid further down and kissed along the top of her freshly shaved mons. My husband lay on the bed along side Jessica and they kissed passionately as I climbed between her legs and hooked them over my shoulders. Jessica was eager to help and she was already so wet and slippery. I poked my tongue inside her, delighted with how sweet and clean she tasted. As I thrust my little tongue in and out of her, she squealed with pleasure against my husband's lips. I looked up to see her grasping his cock and begin stroking it, then watched as Geoffrey reached down to slow her pace with his hand over hers. 

I cupped Jessica's cute little ass cheeks in my hands and used my thumbs to open her pussy to my gaze. Years ago I had never been bold enough to look at her pussy closely but tonight I was so eager to explore everything. I lightly blew a cool stream of air against her hard little clit peeking out of its hood. Geoffrey leaned down to suckle Jessica's nipples as I traced my tongue in a slow lick from her hole all the way up and around her clit, never touching it. She tipped her hips upward, trying to grind closer to my mouth, but I wanted to savor every second of this and I would not be rushed. 

With slow deliberate circles I began to tease her clit, touching within millimeters of her hard nub but never coming in direct contact. I knew from hours of conversation with Jessica that she enjoyed receiving oral sex very much but often became frustrated with lovers who did a poor job of it. Somehow it was easy pleasing her since I simply imagined what I would like.

Geoffrey raised himself up off the bed as his throbbing manhood bobbed up and down. Concentrating on my tongue's contact with Jessica's sweet pink flesh, I was careful to keep a slow pace, licking around and around. Geoffrey startled me slightly with his hands cupping my ass behind me. I felt the bed shift behind me as he got on his knees between my legs. His cock slapped against my thigh as he held my hips and raised them gently.

Jessica's need was reaching a fevered pitch as she groaned incoherent expletives. I too began to moan against her pussy when I felt Geoffrey trace his fingers down between my cheeks and lower to my pussy. Geoffrey made us even hotter with his running commentary.

"That's it, baby. You like Jessica's pussy, don't you? I like it too. I can't wait to taste her." This talk was accompanied by his teasing fingers sliding up and down just barely between my slippery pussy lips. "That's it, Rachel. God, this is so beautiful, the way Jessica's tits jiggle each time you get close to her clit." 

Jessica seemed to be speeding toward a very intense orgasm, and I slipped my finger deep inside her, pushing upwards. Geoffrey pushed his strong thick finger inside my wetness at the same time, causing me to push back against him. Jessica was so wet and tight inside that just for a moment I was jealous of my wonderful husband for having something I'd never have - a cock.

Geoffrey began to trace his cock head up and down along my slick lips as I took Jessica's clit into my mouth and moaned. The vibrations against her combined with my finger poking her spot inside finally brought her to a very intense orgasm. For several minutes Jessica lay still and panting as I gently pumped my finger inside her. Her insides twitched and gripped my finger as I saw the ecstasy wash over her face.

I crawled up to lie beside my cuddly friend and we wrapped our arms around each other. Geoffrey climbed up onto the bed between us, his cock hard and bouncing with each move. We both rolled onto our backs to look at him and he looked like a kid in a candy shop, unable to decide which delight to choose first. He leaned over to kiss each of us in turn, with one hand on my breasts and the other on Jessica's. Sitting up with his legs folded under him, he mirrored his touches on each of us with his hands, caressing up and over our breasts and lower. 

I felt my husband's strong hands stroking along the insides of my thighs as I watched him do the same to Jessica. There was something very magical about experiencing the same thing as my friend just inches from where she lay. As his hands cupped over our smooth pussies, we both spread our legs as if in unison, opening ourselves to his touch. He teased us only very briefly before plunging his index fingers into us and pushing in deeply. 

I could feel my nipples crinkle with the sensation of being probed so deeply, and I watched as Jessica writhed under his mirrored ministrations. When he added a second finger to us both, I felt even more full. My pussy was aching to be filled with something much larger than fingers but for now I was quite content with this. He must have curled his fingers upward at the same time because Jessica and I gasped collectively, humping our hips upwards to encourage him to continue.

My clit was still very sensitive from Jessica's licking but when Geoffrey added his thumb to my clit and began to swirl around, I could feel another intense orgasm building deep within me. My inside muscles began to twitch around the fingers inside me and I looked pleadingly into my husband's eyes. Never taking his fingers from either of us, he leaned toward my pussy and engulfed my aching clit between his lips. This sensation quickly brought me to a peak as I concentrated on the feeling of his wonderful tongue lapping against the hardened nub. I cried out in pleasure as Geoffrey continued to pump his fingers inside me. Pleasure washed over my body.

Geoffrey sat back up smiling like a little boy proud of a job well done. Then we both looked to Jessica who was now pleading as I did with her eyes. My husband slipped his fingers from me and positioned himself between Jessica's long legs, prepared to give her a thorough tongue-lashing. Propped up on my elbow to watch, I saw the way she twisted and squirmed beneath his tongue. His fingers thrust in deeper and deeper. Within a few short minutes she too was crying out in pleasure.

When Geoffrey sat back up and gently pulled his fingers from Jessica's slick center, his cock was so hard I could almost see it pulsate with his heartbeat. Jessica and I sat up together, pushing him onto his back. Now it was our turn to please him. We each kissed his lips, then over his face and neck. I could taste an odd combination of Jessica's and my juices on his face as we kissed and licked over him. Geoffrey lay still, occasionally reaching up to fondle our breasts but otherwise just overtaken with the sensations. We each nibbled along his chest and licked his nipples until they were like little pebbles. Geoffrey reached up to caress along each of our spines and necks as we continued to lick downwards toward his very stiff member.

In an act that seems very symbolic to me now, I reached down and gripped my husband's cock, bending it lightly toward Jessica and offering her first lick. At the time it seemed the right thing to do since she was, after all, our guest. Geoffrey groaned as his cock slipped between Jessica's tight lips and I reached down to caress over his balls. Feeling how tight his sack already had become, I whispered to Jessica to go slowly. Geoffrey continued to gently stroke his fingers through our hair as Jessica took him fully into her mouth. Seeing her nose nestled into my husband neatly trimmed pubes made me tingle inside. Somehow that sight made all this seem very real. That is one image I'll never forget.

Geoffrey began quietly grunting each time Jessica slid her lips down his cock. The look on his face was a mixture of intense pleasure and tremendous control.

"Please," Geoffrey murmured, "Please, I need to be inside." His eyes were tightly closed and he seemed to be speaking through clenched teeth.

Pulling her mouth from his cock, Jessica continued to lightly stroke it up and down as she looked at me with a silent question. We hadn't really discussed how everything would work but right now I wanted very much to watch Jessica ride my husband's cock. I gave her a quick kiss and motioned her to climb on. She straddled his hips and immediately began grinding against him, his cock slick with her juices running between her smooth pussy lips. 

Geoffrey opened his eyes to see Jessica grinning and rocking back and forth against him, her cute little breasts bouncing with each movement. He smiled as he reached down to hold her hips, pulling her up and positioning her over his cock. She sat down and he thrust up simultaneously and I watch as both were still for a minute, allowing her to get used to his hardness inside her. The sight of this was so exciting for me that I couldn't help but reach out and touch Jessica's breasts, pinching her cute nipples gently with my fingers. 

As Jessica bounced happily on my husband, Geoffrey reached out his hand to me pulling me to him. He kissed me hard and gave my hand a squeeze, letting me know silently that he wished he could be inside us both at the same time. I nestled against his side and looked upward at beautiful Jessica lost in her own pleasure. Geoffrey's hand rubbed over Jessica's bouncing mound as his thumb snaked in against her clit and she squealed. My hand slid down to my own pussy, slick with my juices, and I began rubbing around it bringing myself very close.

"Oh God, I can't...much...longer," Geoffrey sputtered out between ragged breaths. "Jessica, cum on my cock.... I want to feel you squeeze me with your tight pussy." Jessica reached down and guided Geoffrey's hand, helping him to rub her in exactly the right spot. I watched her face as her eyes seemed to roll back and she yelled out. My husband held on as long as he could and, feeling her shuddering body as her insides clutched him forcefully, he too had an explosive orgasm. With that, I too feverishly fingered my clit and came, closing my eyes and feeling my husband's arm wrap around me, pulling me close to him.

Jessica climbed off and lay down on Geoffrey's other side, his arm around her as well. His softening cock lay on his stomach, slick with their combined juices, and a very contented smile spread over his face. Jessica was truly worn out, as were Geoffrey and I. She nuzzled against his chest and closed her eyes with a very satiated look. 

My husband nuzzled kisses along my neck and whispered into my ear, "Thank you for sharing your cuddly friend, Rach. I love you." I kissed him and in my last groggy thought I considered how odd it is that bringing my best friend into the bedroom somehow made me feel even closer to my husband. And with that we three fell asleep almost immediately, cuddled closely against each other.

In the morning we learned more. Jessica learned that our shower snugly fits three warm soapy bodies. Geoffrey learned that Jessica and I rewarded lavishly for his perfectly fluffy pancakes. And I learned that sharing the holiday spirit with a close friend took nothing from my relationship with my husband. Rather, it strengthened it, allowing us to share another aspect of our lives together without jealousy or distrust. Geoffrey and I loved each other dearly and though we both found Jessica very cuddlesome, we were just as certain that no person would ever come between us.

Thanks to RAB for all his patience and help. Hope you enjoyed the story. Please send me feedback and don't forget to vote!



Hanukkah Tradition Ch. 09



This is not just a holiday story but rather a tale of two newlyweds, Rachel and Geoffrey, who have begun a new holiday tradition on this, their first Hanukkah together. In the spirit of the holiday they are exchanging eight sexy gifts, one on each of the eight nights. You don't need to be Jewish to appreciate the story. Neither must you have read the other parts of the series but you might appreciate it more if you have. Enjoy! 

"More, please," he asked with a persuasive grin.

"Don't be so impatient!" I chided, half joking.

"This is really good, Rachel. Much better than my mom." I leaned over and kissed him. He really did know how to charm me.

Pulling the last few potato pancakes from the skillet, I placed them carefully on cut brown paper bags to absorb the grease before serving them up to my loving husband. We were both in wonderful spirits but there was a touch of sadness to the evening. We both knew this was the last night of the holiday and also the last night of our new holiday tradition.

The candles burned on the counter with a bright glow while dripping multicolored wax down the simple menorah. We laughed and reminisced over the last seven nights of the holiday and we joked that we'd set such high standards this year that next year we'd have a hard time outdoing ourselves.

"Although it will be nice to get some rest tomorrow night," he said with a chuckle. I had to agree. We'd set an impossible pace for this holiday, up for hours every night, taking each other in every possible way. Certainly I wasn't complaining though. I don't remember when I'd ever been so happy and Geoffrey seemed to sport a perpetual grin of late.

After dinner we cleaned up quickly. I was very anxious to get my last sexy holiday present, and Geoffrey knew it. He made a big production of tidying up the last of the presents we'd opened earlier, as though to make me even more eager. I sat as patiently as I could on the edge of the couch while my mind raced. We'd shared so much this week already, I thought. What could possibly be next?

"Ready, Rach?" he asked rhetorically, his eyes twinkling mischievously. 

Ready? This entire holiday it seemed as though I was ready all the time. My pussy tingled and I felt a familiar quiver deep in my belly as I tried to imagine what tonight would hold in store for me.

Geoffrey disappeared around the corner to get my present and I closed my eyes, musing over the past week. Soon enough he came around the corner, holding two small but lavishly decorated boxes. Plopping down on the couch next to me, he handed me the presents. He wrapped his arm around me and watched expectantly. His nervous excitement promised that this would be a special present indeed. Both boxes were roughly the same size but one was quite heavy and the other very light. Neither seemed to rattle as I shook them each in turn next to my ears.

I chose the lighter present first, eagerly pulling the oversized bow loose. Inside the box were beautiful folded silk scarves, all of different amazing colors. I pulled each from the box as though part of a magic show, noting that they were all very long. One after the other, I pulled out five of them in a stream, expecting there to be some sort of explanation at the bottom of the box. The colorful silk was piled in my lap and no explanation was evident in the empty box. I looked to my grinning husband for some clue to the purpose of the scarves.

"Don't you think they'll look great on you?" Geoffrey asked cryptically. 

"Well, umm...yeah, I guess," I answered, slightly confused.

"After we go upstairs and take a shower, I'll enjoy putting them on you, Rachel." With that comment a shiver ran up my spine. Can he mean what I think he means? Although I was terribly curious, I figured I should wait to see how the evening would unfold.

I slid the bow off the second present and inspected the heavy box closely. On the bottom in tiny letters the box was marked "Crystal Fantasy." I opened the lid to find a velvet lining and a beautiful sculpture of clear glass with multicolored swirls reflecting the low lighting in the room. It nearly sparkled against the blue velvet in the box, and I was immediately drawn to touch it and pull it from the case for a closer look. 

I carefully gripped the sculpture and noticed almost immediately its very phallic shape. It was in the shape of a slim but well proportioned cock, with a bulbous head on one end and eight long inches of smooth shaft. Looking with wonder at this amazing piece of art, I sat beside Geoffrey with a look of astonishment. I couldn't take my eyes off it as I ran my fingers up and down, delighting in the cool smoothness against my small palm.

Geoffrey leaned over and nibbled my neck. "You like it, Rach?" he asked.

"God, Goeff, it's so beautiful!" I replied, wide-eyed and awestruck.

"You think it's just pretty to look at," he playfully explained, "but imagine how it will feel inside you." My breath caught in my throat as I considered the amazing shape and smoothness of it sliding inside me. Geoffrey continued to nibble my neck, making me squirm on the couch, before suggesting we go upstairs for a shower so we could try out my new presents.

We both climbed into the shower. I was naked and giddy while he was naked and all business. I noticed Geoffrey's cock was already half hard as I turned toward him to snuggle against his chest. Geoffrey kissed me while warm water trickled over my back and bottom. His tongue swirled with mine for minutes that felt like seconds. And when he gently pulled back, I was left breathless. I wanted Geoffrey to touch me, pinch my nipples, finger my clit, anything - but he had other plans. Soaping quickly over my neck and shoulders, he had me lift up my arms and then gave a quick but meticulous soaping over my torso and pussy. Although my eyes pleaded for him to clean some spots more, he was all business as he watched the puddles of soap bubbles wash down over my curves.

He snickered at my pout, then directed me to turn toward the showerhead to rinse my front. He repeated the soaping process on my back, starting with shoulders and inching downward. When I felt his hands on my hips, my pussy quivered with the thought of him taking me from behind but there was none of that. 

Steadying myself with my palms against the cool tile, I felt his soapy fingers descend to my ass and without warning slip between my cheeks and clean me thoroughly, even pushing half an inch of his finger tip inside me there. I squealed with the sudden but not unpleasant sensation and spread my legs wider hoping he'd continue. I pushed back against his hands and he playfully smacked my bottom putting a quick end to my scheme to direct his touching.

His cursory caresses had already aroused me very much and, after I rinsed off, I turned toward him, reaching out to hug him close to me. He stopped me before I took another step.

"Rachel, let me finish washing. You dry off and wait for me on the bed," he said. What kind of surprise was this? While drying off, I tried to make sense of the presents and Geoffrey's odd behavior. He usually loved to snuggle against my soapy body but tonight his touches almost seemed indifferent. What could be going on?

I stepped out of the bathroom and the cool air of the bedroom sent a shiver down my spine. The beautiful scarves were on the bed and I decided to try them on while Geoffrey continued to shower. I first took one and circled it around my neck and then each end over a breast, tying it in a loose knot behind me. I twisted another scarf around my body twice, just barely covering my hips and pussy. I looked in the mirror at my impromptu handiwork and judged it be a cross between a bikini and a sexy toga party costume.

The other three scarves I quickly arranged in loose flowing loops down over my thighs and bottom, tucking the ends into the other scarf wrapped around my hips. This made it nearly appear to be a very colorful short skirt. I danced around in front of the mirror in my impression of belly dancing, then looked over my shoulder in the mirror at the way my bottom jiggled slightly from under the skirt with my hip-swaying motion. It was then I noticed Geoffrey standing in the bathroom doorway, arms folded over his chest, watching my antics and grinning.

Striking a sexy pose with hands on hips, I tried to explain. "Geoff, you were right! These scarves do look very nice on me, don't you think?" 

He chortled loudly and between guffaws explained, "Rachel, that isn't exactly the way I intended for you to wear them." In the deep recesses of my mind, I suspected he had some darker purpose in mind for these scarves.

Geoffrey had a towel wrapped around his waist and by the bulge in front I could tell that the impromptu scarf outfit was to his liking. He stepped toward me, taking me in his arms and pulling me hard against him.

"Do you trust me?" he asked with a sudden serious tone as his eyes stared into mine expectantly.

"You know I do, Geoff," I replied without thinking.

"You need to trust me, Rachel. Trust me completely." I could tell by the look on his face that he wasn't kidding. He actually seemed concerned, and rather than worried, I was overwrought with the feelings of love and trust I had for this man.

"Geoffrey, I know you'd never ever do anything to hurt or upset me in any way. I trust you with every bone in my body." Even as the words left my mouth, I had to stifle a giggle. I had a very specific bone in mind that I wanted very much in my body.

Geoffrey smiled and asked that I lie on the bed on my back. I climbed over the bed on hands and knees, looking back at him and wiggling my scarf-covered bottom. He stood at the foot of the bed, directing me to lie on my back in the center of the mattress. I took a deep breath and felt another shiver run down my spine as I watched him closely for any indication of how the evening would proceed. 

Geoffrey sat on the edge of the bed, leaning down over me and whispered, "Don't worry, Rachel. You're going to love this. Trust me." With that he gently took my hand and pulled it up over my head and toward the bedpost.

"First I'll need this," he said, as he tugged one of the scarves from my waist wrap.

Geoffrey took his time gently tying a loop around my wrist, tugging on it to make sure it was tight but slipping a finger inside to assure it wasn't too tight. I lay on the bed watching him closely, allowing the reality of his intent to sink in. We'd never done anything like this before and, in fact, we never even really talked about it. He tied the other end of the scarf to the bedpost to extend my arm fully stretched across but comfortable. 

Geoffrey walked to the other side of the bed, watching my eyes and grinning mischievously. He leaned over and tugged another of the scarves from my waist, then gently pulled my hand to his towel-covered lap. As Geoffrey took his time repeating the process with my other arm, he explained.

"Tonight I'm going to tie you up, Rachel. Tonight I'm going to take you in every way you can imagine." He paused, tugging on the knot, allowing the effect of his words to sink in and make me tingle with anticipation. He leaned forward, tying the scarf to the other bedpost and, as he turned toward the foot of the bed, I quietly tested the strength of his knots. The silk binding was very snug but not chafing. I made a mental note to ask him later how he'd come to know so much about knots. Had he ever been a boy scout or gone sailing? 

Geoffrey stood at the foot of the bed and reached for my legs. They were crossed at the ankles with the last shred of modesty that was afforded me in this position. Geoffrey took each of my ankles and gently tugged them apart, spreading my legs wide. He climbed up on the bed between my legs and, just when I was sure he'd reach down to touch my pussy, he tugged another of the scarves from my waistband. As he sat on the bed and carefully tied a knot around my ankle, he continued his explanation.

"I promise that I will not willingly do anything that you won't enjoy, but I do plan to tease you, Rachel." I felt goose bumps crawl over my skin, a combination of his sexy words and the cool chill in the air against my still moist skin. He fixed the other end of the scarf to the bedpost at the foot of the bed. Crawling back up into the bed and sliding his hands under my back, Geoffrey began to undo the knot of the scarf wrapped snugly over my breasts. My nipples were hard and poking against the silky material and I watched excitedly as he tugged the scarf from my body. Heading back to the foot of the bed, he pulled my remaining limb outwards, with my legs as wide as they could comfortably be. As with the others, he sat on the edge of the bed and carefully tied a knot around my ankle.

"If for any reason any of this seems too overwhelming - or you want me to stop - all you need to do is say the word 'yellow' and all of this will end immediately." He looked up from his knot to my eyes, making sure I understood exactly. I'd read about this and knew it was a safe word. It seemed odd that we'd need a safe word when Geoffrey often sensed my discomfort before I did but I loved that he'd put so much thought into this. 

Geoffrey tied my leg to the last bedpost and inspected his handiwork. There I lay on the bed, spread as wide as I could be, and completely naked save for a thick strip of silk wrapped lightly around my hips and barely covering my middle. Geoffrey slowly walked around the bed, his eyes never leaving mine as he came to sit at the edge of the mattress near my head. He leaned down and kissed me hard, his tongue sliding into my mouth and I could feel my nipples crinkle, begging to be touched.

"You look amazing, Rachel. So open and exposed to me." His words made me shudder with anticipation. He kissed down my chest toward my breasts, lightly licking first one nipple and then the other, then blowing gently over them and watching as they hardened even further before his eyes.

"There's just one more thing," he explained as he reached down to untie the last scrap of silk covering me. I watched the curve of his ass below the towel as he bent over and wished I could see him naked. He gently unwound the fabric from my body and pulled it from around my waist. The coolness in the air blew across my very moist center, and it was then that I felt most exposed.

Geoffrey sat up and caressed my breast while looking into my eyes and letting me guess what he would be doing with the last scarf. He leaned down to kiss my lips as he brought the silky fabric over my eyes blindfolding me. I felt my heart pounding in my chest and realized how open and vulnerable I was in this position. I took a deep breath to calm myself but as he took away my vision, I couldn't help but quiver to my core.

Geoffrey's warmth was very near me as he leaned over and whispered in my ear, "You are so beautiful, Rachel. I can't wait to touch you. Touch you everywhere." All I could think of was yes, please, yes, touch me - but I stayed silent. I knew this was part of the game.

Geoffrey's weight shifted from the bed and I heard the towel drop to the floor. I heard his footsteps and the room fell silent. Did he leave? Just as I was about to call out, I heard his return and close footsteps. The bed shifted again as he climbed up beside me. I felt the warmth of his body near but not touching, and I longed to feel his body against me. The first sensation I felt was intense cold against my left nipple. Ice! He'd gotten ice! 

As quickly as I felt the cold, I then felt the sharp contrast of warm. His lips and tongue encircling my nipple, sucking it gently into his mouth. He repeated the process with the other nipple and I found the contrast of cold to hot to be very pleasurable. He held the ice over me as random drops fell to my forehead, my bellybutton, my breast and my knee. As each cold drop fell, it was quickly lapped up with his warm tongue. I wished he would lick my middle, I thought, as the tingling deep in my belly began to intensify.

The bed shifted and I felt him climb between my widespread legs. Thank god, I thought, now he'll touch me. His fingers lightly traced up and down over my legs and then up the insides of my thighs. I squirmed as much as I could given my stretched out position but to no avail. His fingers seemed to trace over my hips and along the crease where my legs meet but never touched my twitching center. 

I could feel his breath on my exposed pink flesh. His fingers traced so near my pussy and I gasped each time he missed it. Finally I felt his fingers on my lips, pulling me wider open, and he blew directly on my sensitive clit, making me squirm. With one fingertip he lightly traced along my wet slit, up and down, with gentle pressure that carefully avoided my engorged nub. I felt his hand near my face as he brought his finger, slick with my juices, to my mouth. I hungrily licked his finger, sucking it hard into my mouth in hopes of encouraging him to touch me quicker, more, now.

I heard him chuckle and I could imagine him leaning over me, watching me intently as every part of my body was tense with anticipation. Again he began the slow process of teasing caresses near my wetness before finally slipping his fingertips between my puffy pussy lips. He very slowly pushed his finger inside me, pumping in and out with a squishy sound filling the otherwise silent in the room. With my eyes blindfolded I was forced to concentrate even more on my other senses and I could smell a combination of vanilla candle and my own arousal in the room. I could feel Geoffrey's warmth against the insides of my thighs and every once in a while I'd feel him brush against me.

"I love touching you, Rachel," he said, in a nearly reverent tone. His finger pumped in and out deliciously slowly, so slowly I could appreciate the pleasure without speeding toward a climax. "I'm going to make you cum many times tonight," he continued as I hung on his every word. "With my fingers, with my tongue, with your new toy and finally with my cock. You'll like that, won't you, Rachel?" he asked rhetorically.

I nodded, barely able to speak as he punctuated the end of his question with a firm upward rub against the spot inside that he knew would make me writhe with desire. As he added another finger to my soggy insides, I could feel him parting my pussy lips with the other hand and again blowing cool air over my sensitive clit. Each time his finger pushed upwards I rocked my hips against him with the tiny amount of leeway his expert tying skills allowed. When he finally judged me to be ready, he rubbed his thumb up and down my slit, getting it slippery with juices before sliding it unhurried around and around my clit.

The tantalizing pressure of his thumb nearly against my most sensitive nub of flesh made me ache with a tension building deep in my belly. Imagining myself tied to the bed, completely at his mercy, excited me even more. Geoffrey knew my body so well that he could bring me right to the brink and push me over at the precise moment he was ready.

"Please," I whimpered. My quiet request seemed barely audible over the pounding of my heartbeat in my chest.

"Please, what, Rachel?" he asked, knowing the answer before he asked the question. I realized then that hearing me beg for his touch was part of the pleasure for him. His voice sounded both amused and aroused and I could picture his playful grin as he awaited my response.

"Please touch me and make me cum, Geoff. Please," I begged. At this point the begging wasn't only for his benefit. The need inside me was building to an almost unbearable peak.

As soon as the words left my mouth, I was rewarded with forceful thrusts of his thick fingers inside me and a quickening pace of his ministrations over my clit. The muscles of my thighs tightened and he was bringing me so close. So close. Finally he massaged directly over my engorged clit, bringing me to a very intense release. The pleasure washing over me left my mind was a whirl of emotions, wishing Geoffrey would take me in his arms, or push his cock into me now.




Hanukkah Tradition Ch. 09



He thoughtfully continued to pump fingers inside me until the last of the twitches inside me ceased. His weight on the bed shifted from between my legs to my side and then I felt his warmth hovering briefly over my chest. Geoffrey gently straddled my chest, with the brunt of his weight balanced on his legs on either side of me. I felt the tip of his cock on my lips, pushing urgently.

"Get my cock wet, Rachel." Obediently I opened my mouth wide as Geoffrey slid his hardness between my lips. The salty taste of precum combined with the heady combination of soap mixed with Geoffrey's natural scent was heavenly. He pushed the shaft in slowly, just up to my throat, without gagging me. I slurped saliva over the length of him, getting his cock wet as he'd asked. He pulled his throbbing member from my mouth and lay it between my breasts. 

I felt Geoffrey's warm thighs move down slightly over my torso as he slid his slick manhood between my breasts. Cupping the sides of my breasts in his palms, he pressed them together around his cock. He slowly began rocking his hips and sliding back and forth between my breasts and I wanted so badly to reach up and hold him in my hand or lick him. He rolled my nipples between his fingers as he continued to thrust between my breasts and I could feel his cock getting hotter and harder. Just as I was sure he was about to cum all over my chest, he abruptly released my breasts and gently climbed from me. I could hear his ragged breathing and had no doubt that he had been very close to release. 

Before I had much time to contemplate this, I felt Geoffrey kissing over my neck and chest. I could feel the heat from his body close to mine but not touching. Only his lips brushed over me, sensitizing my skin and making me long for more contact. He kissed down over my belly and toward my aching middle, teasing me along the way with playful nibbling of my nipples and bellybutton. He began tormenting me with his kisses, moving closer and closer to my pussy. My legs were spread so wide and I could feel my middle warm and wet. Finally Geoffrey seemed to repositioning himself between my legs as his lips never left my body.

Geoffrey kissed over my pussy, nearly making me cry out for more. He deliberately lapped in one slow, fluid motion the entire length of my slit. My clit was still a little sensitive from his earlier touching but his teasing tongue made my sensitive nub throb with wanting. He took his time sucking one of my smooth lips into his mouth and then the other. It felt so wonderful but yet it wasn't where I really wanted his tongue and he knew it. I never remember Geoffrey teasing me so much. Or perhaps it only seemed long because there was nothing I could do to direct his touching in my current state.

"Rachel," Geoffrey said between long licks. "I love licking you. I love feeling you cum on my tongue."

"Please. Yes. Geoffrey, please," was all I could manage to say. I've never wanted his tongue so badly.

With that, Geoffrey trailed his tongue to the entrance of my pussy and slowly began burrowing inside. His lingual stroking was so warm and slick with my juices. The hardest part was lying perfectly still when I wanted terribly to rock and grind against his face. He sensed that I was close to orgasm again and pulled his wonderful tongue from my hole to swirl unhurriedly around my clit. His gently took my throbbing clit between his lips and began skillfully sucking while applying tongue pressure and I was close in an instant. Geoffrey kept me at the edge of release for long minutes as I writhed in pleasure. Finally, using only his tongue and lips, he brought me again to a very intense orgasm. 

I felt Geoffrey stand from the bed as the twitching in my pussy slowed and my breathing began to normalize. I couldn't tell where he'd gone but I didn't have long to wait. I felt Geoffrey tap the head of his cock against my lips and I reached out with my tongue to lick him. He teased me, touching the tip of my tongue then backing away, making me more and more anxious to lick him. Holding the sides of my face gently, he turned my head to the side and moved closer. His hardness slipped between my lips and filled my mouth, then held himself deep as I pressed my tongue against the sensitive underside. Geoffrey groaned in response and I sucked even harder, wanting more than anything to bring him as much pleasure as he was bringing me. 

Geoffrey began to slowly slide his cock in and out of my mouth, holding my face in his palms and pushing deeper and deeper. I wanted to reach out and caress his balls or hold his ass and pull him closer. But instead I concentrated on keeping my lips tight around him and breathing in his clean scent. Geoffrey's breathing became heavier and precum drooled out over my tongue. I knew he was close. I braced myself for his explosion deep in my mouth but without warning he pulled the head from my lips with a loud plop. The control Geoffrey must have been using impressed me and I wondered how much more teasing he could possibly have planned.

I heard Geoffrey leave the side of the bed and rustle around with something on the other side of the room. Trying to picture what it was he had planned next, I listened very closely. In a couple minutes he seemed to step closer. An abrupt coolness dripped over my mound and Geoffrey chuckled at my startled gasp. The liquid slowly trickled down my slit and lower, tickling along the way.

I next felt a cool, slippery object sliding over my skin and toward my middle. My mind raced, trying to place what this was, and I remembered the glass dildo. Pictures of the dildo slick with lube flickered through my mind and I longed to have it inside me. My insides ached with an empty feeling that needed to be filled. The cool tip slipped between my slippery lips and slid all the way down then up. The tip warmed quickly, I noticed, as he continued to trace up and down teasingly. 

Repeatedly Geoffrey positioned the toy at my entrance, then slid it up and down over my very sensitive flesh. Each time I was deprived I groaned, hoping the next time he'd thrust it inside me. 

"You like this, Rachel?" He asked, though I'm sure he knew the answer.

"Yes," I answered simply. Each time the tip brushed over my clit I bit my bottom lip to keep from crying out with pleasure.

"Tell me what you want, Rachel."

"I want the toy inside. Please."

"Tell me more, Rachel." 

My mind raced with desire as I tried to sort out my want enough to vocalize it.

"Please, Geoffrey. Please fuck me with the toy. I want to feel it inside me. Deep inside."

Almost as quickly as the words had left my lips, the toy slid to my entrance and with one quick motion was inside me. The cool glass filled me, and Geoffrey held it still inside me, allowing me to get used to the feeling while the glass warmed quickly. He began pushing the toy in and out, slowly as first, and I wished I could move my hips to help. His angle changed slightly and the head of the dildo began bumping over and over against my g-spot inside. The feeling was amazing and it felt as though the toy was caressing my clit from the inside.

Yet again I felt a tingling deep in my belly building with each thrust of the dildo. Geoffrey caressed his free hand over my belly and chest, occasionally tweaking my aching nipples. When he sensed I was very close again, he slowly trailed fingers to my mound. Gliding his fingers directly to my hardened clit, he began a tantalizing pace of rubbing over the sensitive flesh. Within a minute I was bucking against the toy as his touch pushed me toward release. The spasms in my belly were rhythmic and intense as my pussy gripped the toy inside.

"You like the new toy, Rachel?" 

"Oh my, yes," I answered, still panting.

Geoffrey slowly continued to slide the toy in and out, never allowing my pleasure to fully recede. The smooth length of it offered little friction, other than the occasional bump of the head when Geoffrey pulled it nearly out then plunged it back inside. 

"I love watching you cum, Rachel." My breath caught in my throat, as I tried to count how many times I'd already cum tonight. Geoffrey kissed the insides of my thighs, making me squirm, and he held the toy still deep inside me. His fingers trailed over my mound, carefully avoiding my sensitive clit but teasingly touching all around. When I felt his fingertip trace lower to my bottom, I moaned involuntarily. His fingers slipped easily between my cheeks, sliding over the lube and my own juices than had trickled down. He teased me there, tracing around and around my most sensitive hole, making me wish he'd take me there. Take me everywhere.

His touching stopped all at once. But before I could beg him to continue, I felt him reach up to my head and untie the scarf covering my eyes. As I blinked, my eyes open to adjust to the low lighting in the room and saw Geoffrey sitting on his knees between my legs, smiling at me. 

"I want to watch you cum, Rachel." His eyes never left mine as his touching continued and his fingers resumed their teasing over my ass. We stared into each other's eyes as his very slippery fingertip gently slid inside my most sensitive hole. I held my breath as he pushed very gently inside, the feeling so intense and wonderful that I had to stop myself from thrashing against the scarves. 

When he felt I had adjusted to his finger, he began sliding the finger inside me at the same time as he slid the toy deep inside my pussy. The feeling of being filled in both holes at the same time was quite overwhelming. The pace was steady as his finger burrowed deeper and deeper inside me as the dildo thumped against my spot inside. His eyes never left mine and he smiled as he saw the need rising in my eyes.

"Please, Geoffrey. Please," I begged. This time he didn't make me explain. This time he leaned over and took my clit in his mouth, quickly licking as the invasion of both my holes continued. Deeper and deeper inside, pushing me closer to the most intense climax yet. As the lapping of his expert tongue intensified, so too did the thrusting inside me as I closed my eyes and allowed the pleasure to wash over my body. Geoffrey thrashed his tongue over my aching nub and I came quickly and hard. Geoffrey held very still as he watched spasm after spasm grip the toy and his finger. 

Once the twitching inside stopped, he pulled the dildo and finger from my wet holes and climbed over me.

"I love you, Rachel," he whispered against my neck. His lips nuzzled my collarbone as my panting subsided. I felt so empty, and though I'd already cum many times, something felt as though it was missing. My pussy still tingled with the memory of his tongue and fingers touching me, prodding me, pushing inside me.

"You're doing so well, my love. I love watching your new toy slide inside you." He kissed my lips, his tongue probed deeply, before pulling away. 

"Once more, Rachel. I want to see it inside you once more," he murmured. My heart jumped in my chest. I couldn't wait for him to fill me again.

I watched as he kissed down my body, then grinned widely as he reached for the lubricant and my new glass toy. He sat between my spread legs slowly and deliberately dripping lubricant over the dildo. My eyes widened as the meaning of his actions began to sink in. He wouldn't need lubricant for my pussy, I was dripping wet already, I thought. He's planning to put the toy somewhere else.

I breathed deeply, relaxing my tense muscles and reminding myself that Geoffrey would stop if I wanted him to. What surprised me more than anything was that I didn't want him to stop. The truth is, I couldn't wait to feel him touching me there again. 

Geoffrey's eyes never left mine as he reached down with the slippery fingers of one hand, spreading the lubricant along my slit and to my bottom. When he slipped the tip of his slick finger inside my ass it slid in easily. He watched my face as he began gently pumping the finger in an out, each time pushing deeper. I felt my muscles relax as he continued, and Geoffrey smiled as he felt me open wider to his touch.

I watched fascinated as he slipped his finger from me and lowered the toy to my bottom. As he rubbed the toy between my cheeks, I felt the glass warm almost instantly. The anticipation of him fucking me there was almost more than I could bare, and I closed my eyes tightly willing the toy to be inside me.

"Open your eyes, Rachel. I want to see you. And I want you to see how beautiful the toy is sliding inside your ass." His words excited me even more. I watched as he angled the toy toward my sensitive hole, pushing very gently and slowly. He head of the toy was so smooth, though not as slim as his finger. As soon as the head slipped in Geoffrey held it still, allowing me to adjust to the size of it.

When he saw I was ready, he pushed the toy deeper inside. The smooth, cool glass shaft slid easily inside, and I groaned with the feeling of being filled. He watched my face as he slowly began fucking me, deeper and deeper. The feeling was overwhelming, wonderful and erotic, but still something was missing.

"Geoffrey, please," I begged. "I love this but I want more. I want to hold you. I want to feel you inside me. Please." His cock jump in response to my words. My eyes pleaded with his, begging him to let me hold him. Begging for him to fuck me. His face was flushed with excitement and he seemed in awe at my request. With the toy still deep inside me, he walked around the bed, untying each scarf and lovingly rubbing each wrist and ankle. As I neared freedom, my heart pounded harder with anticipation of being able to hold him and touch him as I felt the toy wedged between my cheeks.

Finally Geoffrey lay on the bed and positioned himself on top of me. The length of his cock, hard and wet with precum, lay along my wet pussy lips. He looked into my eyes as his hands caressed over my face lovingly, brushing my hair back. I wrapped my arms around his neck and entwined my legs with his, wanting to pull him closer against me. His eyes never left mine as he rocked his hips, sliding his hardness along my lips back and forth. Without words between us we each moved our hips, positioning his cock at the entrance of my aching center. 

Never had I ever wanted Geoffrey to be inside me so much. Everything that happened this evening seemed to lead up to this exact moment as Geoffrey slowly eased himself into my wetness. His hardness inside my pussy with the toy in my ass felt so amazingly full and complete. Geoffrey groaned with the feeling of my pussy tight around his throbbing cock. He slowly began to fuck me, filling me deeply, as he leaned down for a kiss. With each thrust his pelvis ground against my sensitive clit, making me twitch inside around him. I felt such love for him at this moment. Wanted exactly this to last forever - Geoffrey and I, connected and sharing.

Soon Geoffrey's cock began to swell even more inside me and his need was clear by the increase in his speed. The toy stayed just inside me, held by the angle against the bed, making me feel so incredibly full. His eyes never left mine as he began pumping harder and faster inside me. His balls slapped against me with each thrust and I tightened my inside muscles to grip him, pulling him closer and closer to release. He reached between us to apply pressure directly over my aching clit, speeding me toward another release. His touch was urgent and swift as he desperately tried to bring us to orgasm together. The familiar twitching inside me began squeezing him tightly and he moaned loudly. His hardness jumped inside me, releasing with spasm after spasm, filling me.

For many minutes Geoffrey lay on top of me with his cock still buried deep inside. I held him tightly, never wanting this to end, as I closed my eyes and concentrated on this blissful moment. Within a few minutes he rolled over to my side, reaching down to slip the toy from me then gathering me against him wrapped in his arms. Pressed against his chest, his rhythmic breathing and pounding heartbeat lulled me to further relaxation.

"Thank you, Rachel," he finally said. His voice sounded solemn and I wondered how he could thank me. He was the one who had touched me and kissed me and teased me, bringing me over and over to intense orgasm.

"You trusted me to do anything to you I wanted, Rachel. Your trust is such a turn on. I'll be hard for a week thinking about you tied up like that." My muscles ached slightly from the constant tension of repeated orgasms, and my pussy was slightly sore. All in all though, my entire body felt sated and I was more than content. I lay against his chest for many minutes, replaying the night's events in my head. 

"I love you, Geoffrey," I said quietly, not even sure he was still awake.

"And I love you, Rachel," he said groggily, leaning down to kiss my forehead. 

With a little sadness I lay in his arms, thinking that this was the end of the best Hanukkah I could ever remember. I replayed the holiday's events in my mind, from the massage to the addition of Jessica into our bedroom - and the events of tonight. I held Geoffrey close, feeling his quiet snore against my neck, as I considered just how many new things we had done in the last eight nights.

My vague sadness was then replaced by a feeling of contentment and anticipation. The holiday may be over for this year but I knew we'd have many more holidays together. And something told me that there was no end to the gifts and sexuality that Geoffrey and I would be able to share in the coming years. With that happy thought filling my mind, I drifted off to sleep, contented and blissful with my husband's arms wrapped tightly around me.

Stay tuned for just one more story in this series, an epilog of sorts. Thanks to RAB for editing. If you liked or hated this story, please feel free to send me feedback. And please, don't forget to vote.



Hanukkah Tradition Ch. 10



This is not just a holiday story but rather a tale of two newlyweds, Rachel and Geoffrey, who began a new holiday tradition on their first Hanukkah together. In the spirit of the holiday they exchanged sexy gifts, one on each of the eight nights. This story is a sort of epilog to the other nine parts of the series, so I fear you would understand this one better if you've read the other stories first. Enjoy!

The Hanukkah season is upon us again and the decorations are strewn about, awaiting careful arrangement. Geoffrey carefully empties the box marked "Hanukkah Decorations" and heads back to the attic. I watch my husband's head disappear as he ascends the attic steps. He still has such a cute ass that I can't help look and feel my pulse quicken. 

Years have gone by since that first Hanukkah together and Rachel and Geoffrey never let a year pass by without engaging in the sexual tradition begun years ago. Even with late night feedings, end of the year deadlines and boring company holiday parties, they always manage to keep this particular tradition a priority.

One year Geoffrey had to leave town for Baltimore on business, promising the children and I he'd be back in plenty of time for the first night of Hanukkah. That year the eastern seacoast had a terrible snow storm, delaying and canceling flights throughout the country. Geoffrey called me from the airport on the afternoon of his expected return, just a few hours before Hanukkah was to begin.

"I know I said I'd be home for Hanukkah, Rach," he started, sounding as though he was exasperated to the point of tears. "Looks like for the first time ever we won't be able to spend a Hanukkah night together."

"Sweetie, don't worry, I'm just glad you're safe," I tried to keep the disappointment from my voice. I knew the holiday meant at least as much to him as it was to the children and me.

"I'll be on stand-by and I promise I'll get home as quick as I can. I love you, Rachel. Put the kids on. I'll try to explain." Geoffrey is a wonderful father but try as he might, he could not seem to make our three- and five-year-old children understand that 1) Baltimore is far away or 2) snow could somehow prevent Daddy from returning by sundown. In the end they settled for promises of special Baltimore presents and Daddy coming home as quick as possible.

The children and I spent that first night of Hanukkah alone in the house. Although I tried to seem happy and excited with the children, we all knew something was missing. After the children were tucked in, I went to bed but only tossed and turned. His call came at 5am the next morning, promising a late morning arrival, and my heart leapt. Greeting him at the baggage claim, it was all I could do to keep my hands off my exhausted husband. I don't think I'll ever forget the look in my husband's eyes when I opened up my long coat in the nearly empty parking garage to reveal my nakedness underneath.

Geoffrey's eyebrow went up and he grinned. "Is this my Hanukkah present?"

I jumped against his chest, feeling his strong arms wrap around my body underneath the coat. God, it felt so good to have him back. Reaching down, I began to quickly undo his belt and zipper. Looking into his face with a mischievous grin, I explained, "I think it must be sundown somewhere in the world." 

We both laughed, and he kissed me hard before I knelt in front of him and showed him how much he was missed. His nervous glances around the parking garage were soon replaced with expressions of ecstasy as my well-practiced mouth brought him a quick release. That would certainly be a Hanukkah we would never forget.

The house seems so empty now that the kids are in college. Geoffrey begins to climb down the attic stairs, tightly gripping the last holiday box. This last box is marked "Hanukkah Tradition" and contains very special contents that were never displayed when the children were around. Rather, we'd always made it a practice to get the box down the night before Hanukkah began, quickly smuggling it into our bedroom without being seen by curious eyes. 

Geoffrey carefully carries the box to the bedroom and places it gently on the bed. He gives me a wicked grin before leaning over into the box to retrieve some treats. He pulls out the lovely silk scarves, a variety of sexy toys, several yummy lubricants and assorted other naughty items. Fishing around at the bottom of the box, Geoffrey pulls out the old green wooden dreidel. I grin at him, recalling the good times that dreidel has inspired over the years. We both put the items away into drawers, knowing that the anticipation of using them at Hanukkah will make the holiday so much more exciting.

"Jess is coming to town in a few weeks," I announce matter-of-factly, peering over my shoulder, watching for Geoffrey's response. Predictably his eyes light up and a broad smile widens over his face.

"Yes," I respond to his wordless inquiry. "She and Michael will be able to come over." Over the years, the one time night we had with Jessica had turned into another sort of tradition. A tradition carefully hidden from our children behind locked doors late into the night, while during the day she was the completely proper Aunt Jess. 

When Jessica got married a few years later, Geoffrey and I assumed those wonderful nights of sharing had ended. In a delightful turn of events, her new husband Michael was very much in favor of continuing the holiday tradition with us. Jessica and Michael were now our dearest friends and we shared many nights with them when they visited us or we visited them. Over the years I shared Geoffrey with Jess and she shared Michael with me. On occasion we even came up with other interesting variations. There was never any jealousy between us - we were all just very sexual and loving people.

Finally my pile of goodies is disbursed into drawers and I lay on the bed, propped up on pillows, watching Geoffrey stuffing his pile into drawers willy-nilly. He's still the most handsome and loving man I've ever known and my heart is filled with love. Behind his back I touch my nipples lightly, feeling them already hard and poking into my blouse. Even the thought of the holidays gets me hot and bothered and I can feel my pussy beginning to moisten.

Geoffrey finishes and notices me lying on the bed watching him and, more specifically, notices the hardened peaks of my breasts. My breasts may not be quite as perky as on our first Hanukkah but my husband has never lost his charming obsession with them. He climbs into bed next to me and lightly pinches both nipples, making me moan quietly.

"Rach, how about a dry run before Hanukkah officially begins?" he asks hopefully. The lust in his eyes and hardness on my hip tell me that I'm not the only one for whom menorahs and dreidels are an aphrodisiac.

I giggle and kiss along his neck. "A little late for a dry run, I'm afraid," I reply.

Geoffrey's eyes light up and his hands begin to roam, teasing me further. His hand slides up my skirt and he trails his fingers along the edge of my panties before slipping between my pussy lips.

"Mmm, Rachel," Geoffrey breathes into my ear, his voice thick with longing. As his fingers continue their expert ministrations, I reach down to stroke his cock through the thin material of his pants. I smile to myself with the knowledge that Geoffrey will soon be inside me and that our love for each other will never fade. 

I'm not sure if this holiday tradition is responsible for our year-round sexually active life. I do know though, tradition or not, I could not have found a man better suited for me. My eyes glaze over as Geoffrey's cock slides inside my aching pussy. For now nothing matters but he and I and the most precious holiday present we give each other - love.

This is the end of this series of stories. I've so enjoyed writing about Geoffrey and Rachel, and I hope you enjoyed them too. Another huge thank you to RAB for all his tireless effort and comma re-adjustment. I'd love any feedback readers would like to send, and I would most especially appreciate voting!