My husband shimon is somewhat of an outcast. Enamored with topics other guys exhibit little to no interest in, he often finds himself alone at a myriad of social events and occasions. Shul is no exception. As a frum and god fearing Jew, he attempts to go daily and definitely attends every Shabbos. Being that he isn’t much of a talker either, he sits at the back table and just davens. I’m proud of him for not talking during davening, but I do wish he’d have an easier time engaging in social activity. It hurts him that he doesn’t receive any invitations to the kiddush clubs after shul and quite frankly, it hurts me too.

As an eishes chayil, I decided it was high time I’d help my husband out. Wednesday afternoon I told him that we would host a nice after shul hang out Shabbos morning. Shimon is a man of few words and when he didn’t respond to my text, I still went ahead and began purchasing the items I believed men like. Beef jerky in three different flavors, a bottle of macallan 18, a bottle of glenlivit 21, some bourbon that the guy in the wine store recommended, and potatoes for me to make my neighborhood famous overnight kugel that all my friends would come over for on Friday.

We didn’t have a chance to chat until Thursday morning. Shimon came home from work late Wednesday night and I was already asleep. Our toddler Menucha was giving me no rest and once I got her to go to sleep, I showered and went to sleep. But when I came downstairs Thursday morning in my little pink velvet slip, shimon was waiting for me at the kitchen table with the “world’s best husband” mug in his hand.

“Rena, we need to talk” he began “I see you purchased all these delicacies for Shabbos morning, but I don’t think anyone will come over. The other guys have the same stuff and they are far more personable”

I was taken aback at his self awareness.

“I can buy some more food and liquor. They might choose to come over to us then”

“You don’t understand, we need something extra special”

“Should I make desserts?” I asked. I was at a loss for what else to do. It was a kiddush thing, not a whole meal and I didn’t want shimon to look as though he was trying too hard.

“Rena, you’re not understanding me. It’s not food that we need to persuade the guys to come over. We need something more. Something they can’t get elsewhere. Are you understanding what I’m referring to?”

It took me a minute and then it hit. I was 90% sure he meant to say he was going to offer me. But it couldn’t be. I was a good Bais Yaakov girl, valedictorian, went to BJJ, dressed tzniyusly…it just wasn’t possible. Shimon had just left kollel a year earlier after our second was born. My older one was going to a regular yeshiva next year. He couldn’t possibly mean what I thought he meant.

Shimon must have noticed the look of shock on my face because he continued to talk right then.

“Yes Rena, you’ve got this one right” he said while stroking my cheek “I want you to be on display at this Shabbos morning event. Send Mordechai and Menucha to your mother this week, she’s always offering to take them anyways, and tomorrow, go buy yourself the sexiest piece of lingerie you can find”

Like I said before, I’m an eishes chayil, I do what my husband wants. My mother enthusiastically agreed to take my children for the weekend and I went to Victoria’s Secret the next morning. I selected a black and rhinestone matching bra, panty, and garter belt. The bra was push up and did wonders for my 36B tits. I admired myself in the dressing room mirror, snapped a pictures and texted shimon. He wrote back that it looks great but I should make sure I have heels to go with it.

Shabbos morning, shimon went to daven at the 9:15 minyan. I got up at 10 and started setting up. After I finished, I went upstairs and put on the lingerie set, my four inch black heels, and my lace top shaitel. It was odd wearing a shaitel with lingerie but I couldn’t uncover my hair around a bunch of neighborhood men. To be quite frank, I didn’t even expect anyone to show up. Shimon was really a loner after all. But as I was contemplating his social standing, I heard my front door open and a few men walked in. The men made kiddush and started eating. After some polite chatter, I heard Chaim, Tehilla’s husband talk.

“Nu, what’s this surprise you have in store for us shimon?”

“Rena, will you please come downstairs?” Shimon called up the steps “exactly as you are”

Teetering in my heels, I slowly and cautiously walked down the steps. The men must have sensed from shimons “exactly as you are” that I would be in some sort of state of undress because they were all waiting at the bottom of the stairs for me. I blushed. In my whole life, no one had prepared me for this moment.

“She’s all yours for the next hour” shimon told them “I’ll be right here on the couch reading my newspaper”

I was about to protest when one of the men, I’m lot even sure who, took his tie and blindfolded me with it and another man clamped a hand over my mouth. There were hands all over me, ten in total. One set of hands on my left tit, another on my right, one man was caressing arms, another was fondling my ass and the last one was dangerously close to my pussy. I knew not to protest. If shimon had an issue, he was right there.

The man caressing my arms turned his attention to my bra and unhooked it. The two men in the front pulled it off and threw it somewhere across the room. My panties followed soon after and I was lowered to the floor. All I was left wearing was my garter belt and some random guys necktie around my eyes.

“On your knees slut” someone said

Again, I obeyed. Because of the blindfold I fumbled a little but one of the men helped me and whispered in my ear to open my little mouth. Again, I listened. With my mouth open, I felt someone shove their hard dick into my mouth. It hit the back of my throat and I gagged. Annoyed at my gagging noise, he pulled out and slapped me across the face.

“Be a good slut and take the whole cock without gagging” he told me

I tried not to gag but he was just too big. He slapped me again while leaving his dick in my mouth. I wanted to cry but I knew how much this was helping shimon and that was my ultimate goal. He pulled out and I felt two of the men reposition me into all fours. My ass was slapped and I felt a hard cock slide into my wet pussy. I was completely unsure whose dick it was, but before I had a chance to think, another dick was shoved straight into my mouth. This was smaller and would have been easier to manage, but there was a large cock pounding my cunt. It was difficult to focus on much else. The guy in my pussy continued to buck his hips and pound me. After a few minutes he mumbled and groaned and I was pretty sure he had just cum inside me.

Immediately after me finished someone else entered me. The cock in my mouth pulled out and finished on my face ruining whoever’s tie was around my eyes, but it didn’t seem that anyone cared. I had just taken two loads and I was pretty sure there were another three to take. While doing this math, I felt something warm and sticky hit my ass; load three. Someone must have jerked off to the show and came on me. I was a literal cumdump for the neighborhood men. Another cock entered my mouth, biggest one yet and I decided I wanted the two men left to switch positions.

“I don’t know who you are, but change places with the guy fucking me now” I said when he let me come up for air. “I want to experience a cock as large and thick as yours”

The men listened and switched. My own orgasm was also instant when he entered me. His cock hit my g spot over and over. It felt so good I wasn’t even sure how I would go back to shimon after. The guy with the large cock came and filled up my pussy further. That left me the last cock to deal with. I put all my attention on his dick and he too came. I swallowed his load and licked my lips after.

I stayed on the floor covered in and leaking cum. I heard the men get dressed and take another shot. On the way out, someone pinched my cheek and called me a cutie. Another one admired how magnificent I looked covered in cum.

“Shimon, thanks” someone said “we will be back next week”

Shimons social status had been elevated. I had accomplished my mission. I smiled. I was still an eishes chayil.