My name is Yehudis and I’m 32 years old. I used to hate going to the Mikva until a few months ago when something about the experience really changed. It would be really special if I could say I did a refresher kallah class and gained a new appreciation for niddah and the immersion process (although this is what I told my husband is my reasoning for my newfound joy with the Mikva), but in reality, it’s far dirtier and sexier than that.

For as long as I’ve been married, I despised niddah and going to the Mikva. The separation was hurtful. My husband never even struggled with not touching me and would rarely even allude to the fact that he missed having sex with me. The lust and desire only reared its head once I came home from the Mikva. At that point, I was so frazzled from all the prep and the whole experience of being stark naked in front of another woman. Intimacy with my husband was the last thing I wanted after a day of scrubbing and checking my entire body. The nerves of Mikva day were a killjoy.

The last time I went to the Mikva, my day started out as any other Mikva day. A mani pedi in the morning while the kids were out of the house, a forty minute bath, a twenty five minute shower where I scrubbed and shaved my entire body, then another twenty to twenty five minutes of me using an endless supply of q-tips, cotton balls, and gauze pads, a couple of minutes spent on a dentist level teeth cleaning, and the torturous process of combing my my thick long curly dark hair. I despised the process with every fiber of my being. At 7:30, when Avraham came home, I went to the Mikva and repeated the shower process.

When I completed the shower process, I got into the threadbare white robe and disposable slippers the Mikva provides. I felt raw and scrubbed. Even though I had been going to the Mikva for over a decade, i still felt nervous every time I pressed the button paging the Mikva. After the five minute wait that felt like forty five, I heard a knock on the door. She was here.

I opened the door and was instantly flabbergasted. The woman standing on the other side did not look anything like the typical Mikva ladies that worked here. She was dressed in a fitted cream tee shirt and midi denim skirt. Her makeup was done to perfection and her lace top blonde wig was nipple length. She had large green sparkly eyes and warm skin.

“Hi I’m Michal” she began “I’ll be your Mikva attendant for tonight. Would you like me to check you?”

Normally I refused to be checked, it was a violation of my privacy, but this hot woman was offering to check me and I kind of wanted her to see me.

“Umm, yes, umm sure. Yeah, you could check me” I nervously stammered.

She smiled and I gently lifted my shaking hands. Taking them in her own hands, she started feeling each of my nails for imperfections while staring straight into my eyes. I looked down at the floor. With my gaze downwards, Michal stopped checking my fingers and tilted my head up and forced me to make eye contact with her.

“Hey, what’s your name?” She asked

“Yehudis” I mumbled

“Well Yehudis, you seem very nervous. You see the Mikva hired me to help nervous women such as yourself. They recognized that there was a problem with women coming home from the Mikva all flustered and then refusing to be intimate with their husbands. I’d love to calm me down if you’d let me…”

“What would calming me down entail” I asked curiously

“Well you now what they say, eino domeh shmiya l’reeyah. Why don’t I demonstrate the calming effect I can have on you?”

I nodded. My curiosity was getting the better of me here. With my nod, Michal leaned in and kissed me. It was a slow, soft, gentle kiss, different than the kind of kiss I get from Avraham. It felt so good. There was absolutely something to her feminine touch. I started wrapping my arms around her and she returned the hug. Passionately, we continued making out. I was getting turned on.

“Will my wetness be a problem for tevilah?” I asked

“Shhhhh” Michal answered “just let me take care of you please. You’ll be so much calmer and more prepared for your husband”

I let go and let her take over. As she starts kissing me down my neck, she tugs open the bathrobe. Self consciously, I try and put it back and retie it, but she shoves it off my shoulders faster than I can close the belt. While kissing my neck, she begins playing with my tits, fondling one and twisting the nipple of the other one. I moan, it already feels so good. Michal hears my moans and stops for a moment. I see her go to the cabinet and take a bunch of towels out it.

“Mikva policy says only one towel per guest” I quickly tell her

“Oh don’t worry about it. I’ll replace the towels before the next guest gets to the room”

She lays a few towels on the cold marble floor and instructs me to lay down on top of them. I’m already naked and I want to see what will come next, so I listen. I lay down on top of the towels and Michal pushes my legs apart. She dives in and starts licking my pussy. Sucking, nibbling, licking, it feels so good. Avraham doesn’t do this to me very often and when he does, it was never this good. Michal really knew what she was doing. I felt myself getting wetter and wetter against her face as she devoured my perfectly waxed pussy.

“Mmmmmm….this feels ammmmaaazzzing” I gasped breathlessly “fuck, fuck, I’m gonna cum”

Michal continued to lick me. She had her tongue flat against my clit and the pressure and motion combined was driving me insane. As soon as I was about to climax, she stuck two fingers up my cunt. I couldn’t handle it, my whole body tensed up and then released. I went my vaginal muscles spasm around her middle and index fingers as I panted and came. Fuck. I felt so much more relaxed now.

“The Mikva knew what they were doing when they hired you” I panted “thank you so much”

Michal smiled.

“Come let’s have you dip and get you home to your husband”

I followed her out of the room and into the Mikva room. She didn’t bother holding up the robe in front of her eyes as I walked down the stairs and into the water, it was pointless. I dipped three times.

“Kosher, kosher, kosher”