A year before I experienced interracial sex with Michael, I found comfort in another man’s arms, often in his bed. I was introduced early to sex when I was sixteen by a high school teacher. I was awkward, lacking self-confidence, and a loner in school, so it was no surprise that an older man gained my confidence with his attention and what I thought was love.
After our relationship was discovered, my parents enrolled me in a Jewish Girl’s School. At a Jewish Mixer, I met my future husband, and we have been together ever since. After graduating from college, I found myself in a brief sexual relationship with a client in exchange for his company’s business, and I regretted that affair
Those were exceptions, brief wild periods in my sexual history, yet since then I have been a faithful housewife and mother. My husband is a good man, a caring father, and a good provider, just not exciting in the bedroom. For thirty years, I accepted this seemingly without regret.
Both my husband and I were active in our temple, serving on various charitable boards including managing the camp where I met Michael. My husband served on the board of directors and was privy to many inside revelations and rumors.
There were persistent rumors that our senior Rabbi was having affairs with some of the women in the temple. Yet, our Rabbi was very influential in the community and the congregation, and no one complained, so my husband and the board didn’t pursue these rumors.
I confided with my closest friend in the temple, Rachel and she confided with me. We developed a strong bond and trust. I shared my feeling of inadequacy at home, blaming myself for our sexual depression. She suggested I speak with our Rabbi and seek his counsel, noting that she had a few years ago with good results.
My many years, I was seeing a therapist, yet her solutions failed to help our sexual problems. She recommended we both come to see her, but my husband declined.
Rachel felt the Rabbi could help us because of his good relationship with my husband. I was doubtful and equally nervous talking to a man about our sexual problems, but I went ahead and made an appointment with the Rabbi.
I’ve worked with the Rabbi on temple projects and of course, have sat through and participated in many religious events. I heard the same rumors of his affairs, yet my husband would say they are baseless, and besides, he had apparently helped Rachel.
In our first session, he put me at ease with his soft caring voice. He was an average-looking man, of average height with, graying beard, and hair. I had a hard time believing he had affairs, he didn’t come across as physically attractive, at least to me.
We talked about my husband and his businesses, our daughter who was away finishing college, and my own work, we were busy people. After the first session, he felt that we had established a firm foundation and understanding. I was pleased with the way this first session went and was at ease with speaking to the Rabbi about our marital problem.
In the next session, we explored my sexual feeling, and why I felt inadequate and unattractive and blamed myself for our boring sexual life. He seemed to understand my dilemma and through his words, made me feel that I was a vibrant and attractive woman. He was slowly restoring my confidence in myself and promised he would find a way to help, offering to speak to my husband, just as Rachel had told me.
The third session further reinforced my confidence, and he said he was considering ways to approach my husband. He wanted to learn more about my sexual needs and history. I developed a deep trust in the Rabbi and found myself revealing my first sexual experiences in High School with the teacher and my affair, while I was engaged to my husband at my first job. I stopped and felt I was talking too much, revealing deep secrets that even my husband did not know. Yet at the same time, I felt a burden being lifted off my shoulders.
He knew I felt uneasy and assured me that our conversation was confidential. Then he began to ask me very personal sexual questions, in his soothing, easy voice. He asked if I enjoyed giving oral sex to a man, and do I feel as if I am submissive to men. Have I ever taken part in anything of a kinky nature, such as group sex, and am I bi-sexual. I realized later, he didn’t ask if I enjoyed any of these sexual activities with my husband, he always said a man.
Yet, he was like a close friend now, I felt as if I could share anything with him. I left the session feeling incredible, confident in myself, and attractive, which were feelings I have been missing in my marriage.
I met Rachel and shared how the Rabbi was making me feel and that he was planning to speak to my husband. Rachel said that is how she felt at her sessions years ago, that he made her feel attractive and worthy. I never actually asked if the Rabbi helped her marriage, which was strange. I assumed that Rachel’s marriage was good, she never complained about her husband. In public, there were no outward signs of either of our marriages having problems.
I felt excited about my next session, I felt he was truly going to help our marriage, and he certainly helped me.
We had our first three sessions at his home office near the temple. He was married and in the previous sessions, she was home, but in the last session, she was traveling to Israel. He retired as a lawyer and his office was his study, where he continued to do pro-bono work. For our fourth session, he led me to his living room explaining he was helping with a legal case and there were papers all over.
He was dressed differently as well. In our initial sessions, he wore a suit, tie, and jacket, for this session, just a dress shirt. None of this registered with me, I was just happy to be with him, taking in his words of encouragement. I didn’t notice the bottle of Prosecco in an ice bucket and that the door to his bedroom was open.
He began the session by assuring me that he knew how to approach my husband and would be doing so soon, after the upcoming board meeting. Rachel was right, her suggestion to meet with the Rabbi made me feel wonderful about myself and soon he would meet with my husband. My mind was filled with joy, I felt good about myself, attractive, and confident. I was daydreaming and did not notice that he was standing in front of me with a glass of prosecco. I didn’t feel alarmed, in fact, he now looked attractive, and a strange feeling of desire washed over me. He sensed this and smiled, handing me a glass, and saying how he has observed such a transformation in me over the last three sessions.
He went on to say, “Lisa, you look so attractive and sexy, you are a desirable woman.”
In my mind, these were words I was desperate to hear. Every woman wants to feel they are desirable and sexy.
The Rabbi added, “Do you feel sexy and desirable Lisa?”
I replied, “Yes, Samuel, it is a strange new feeling, sir.”
Sir? Samuel? I called the Rabbi by his name, which in our synagogue was frowned upon, except by his closest friends and advisors. He smiled at hearing his name and that I referred to him as sir.
He sat on the couch next to me and we drank the cold bubbly Prosecco, it tasted so good, I drank the whole glass in one long sip. I was nervous. He poured another glass without comment or judgment. His hand was on my thigh, his soothing voice telling me how desirable I was, as he caressed my inner thigh. His touch was so soft, it sent chills through my body. I sipped more Prosecco while he now ran his hand over my vagina, and my only thought was how much I needed him.
He asked, “Are you ok Lisa? Does this feel good, do you miss being desired and sexy?”
I replied, “Yes Sir, your touch feels heavenly.”
He reached for my hand and led me to his bedroom. He slowly undressed me, soon I was naked in front of my Rabbi. He caressed and kissed me lovingly, starting with a deep passionate kiss, then felt my breasts and hard nipples. He ran his tongue over my belly, I moaned and anticipated his tongue on my pussy lips. I was so wet; I wanted this man. I needed this man.
He stepped back and quickly undressed, his cock was surprisingly large, a big mushroom cockhead with some precum. I reached for his beautiful cock but stepped back and then resumed his attention on my excited body. He passionately kissed me again, fondled my breasts, and then had me reclined on the bed.
He began to touch my thighs and all around my anxious and hungry pussy. I begged him to take me, I needed his cock inside me. He smiled and then put his fingers inside me, touching all the right places. I had a hard orgasm; my body shook uncontrollably. Then his mouth and tongue explored my pussy, an experience my husband never gave me. My body quaked and wiggled, as I continued to beg this man for his cock. I needed to be fucked by this man, by my Rabbi.
He moved slowly off me and positioned his cock near my mouth. I eagerly took his large cut cockhead into my eager mouth, tasting his precum. He was positioned above me, pushing his well-endowed cock deep. I gagged and he withdrew, then again. His breathing was harder, and then he slipped his cock out of my mouth and plunged it deep into my pussy. His thrusts were hard and deep, I had another strong orgasm, and he came strong. I felt his cock pulsating with each spurt of his seed.
His thrusts slowed and then stopped. As he rested on me, we kissed passionately. He was not in a hurry, we rolled over and cuddled, rested. I fell gently asleep in his arms.
He woke me gently with his fingers in my soaked pussy, his cock hard again. He was ready for another round, and this time I sucked and licked his cock, fondling his balls gently. I ran my tongue over his cock head in little circles, which elicited loud moans.
I felt pride that I could satisfy this great man as he came strong in my mouth. I swallowed all his seed and licked his cock clean.
As we dressed, I felt no shame or guilt, instead, I felt attractive and desirable.
He reinforced this and said that I was sexy. I left his bed feeling good about myself. He reminded me that he was going to speak with my husband soon. I realized that was why I came to him in the first place.
All I could think to say was, “Thank you, my dear Rabbi, sir.”
He replied, “You’re welcome, Lisa, would you care for another session soon?”
I didn’t hesitate, “Yes Sir, I would Sir.”
I had drinks with Rachel the next day. She asked how my session went, but she already knew the answer. She said it was written all over my face, how I walked into the restaurant. She said I was glowing, and she revealed, she slept with him during her sessions too. I realized then why his affairs were never reported, as I felt healed and benefited from his love.
