Danny sighed and hung up the phone. I wasn’t asking for something so unreasonable here. If he wanted to attend the kiddush club in my house, he’d have to pay the price, like every other man. I did not envy Shaindy. That precious and naive girl was about to have the shock of her life.

Thursday afternoon, shimon came home 15 minutes early from work, which was extremely out of character for him. I thought he wanted to maybe go out on a date or had maybe even got fired.

“Hi darling, how was your day? Why are you home so early?” I asked him

“Day was good. I’m home early cause the air conditioning guy is coming” he answered “he should be here momentarily”

“Oh” i said sounding a bit defeatist (though he didn’t seem to notice) “do you want me to offer myself to him as well?”

“No” shimon said flatly and with the that the conversation was over. He missed the joke entirely and sat down to read an oped on climate change in Bloomberg magazine.

It always marveled me how easily he’d give me up to gang bang of neighborhood guys and how reluctant he was to discuss sex or seem open to crude jokes. Being that it was Thursday night, I went to the kitchen to start peeling potatoes for kugel and searing the meat for the extra large cholent I was going to make. While I slaved in the kitchen, the air conditioning guy showed up and shimon was mesmerized by the inner mechanics of our ancient AC system. I heard him ask the guy a myriad of questions. The man answered with a slight annoyance but either shimon didn’t care or didn’t hear it in his voice. I sighed and returned to my work in the kitchen smashing the potatoes into the food processor aggressively. Shabbos wasn’t going to cook itself.

The timer rang and I took the kugel out of the oven, wrapped it tightly, and put it back in on 170 overnight. I turned around and jumped a mile, shimon was standing right there pouring himself his classic cocktail of seltzer and grape juice.

“I did not hear you come in shimon! You nearly gave me a heart attack” I exclaimed

“Oh, sorry” he mumbled and took a long sip of his drink

“Listen hun, I would love if you would fuck me tonight. Shabbos I’m going to be used by the neighborhood men, but I’d really like to be yours tonight” I said as I lifted my shirt to reveal my black and nude lace bra underneath, his favorite one. He saw it and his face softened

“Oh Rena, absolutely. If that’s what you want”

“You know it is babe” I whispered in his ear.

I led him up the stairs stripping out of my clothes as I walked up. By the time we arrived at our room, I was down to just my underwear. I went into our room and collapsed backwards onto his bed and wriggled my way out of my panties exposing my bare and smooth pussy.

“Fuck me shimon. Fuck me like the whore I’ve become”

Without saying a word, he slid out of his boxers. I leaned over and jerked his cock hard. When he was erect, I lay back down and let him slide into my wet cunt. He lifted my legs up against his shoulders and started thrusting back and forth, hard. My hand slid between my legs and I played with my clit as he continued to pound my pussy. He felt just as good as the five men from last Shabbos. This sex session was making me anticipate Shabbos morning.