A Hasidic Couple’s Kinky Open Marriage

I thought that this article deserved its own blog post, and not just a pithy tweet.

As a human interest story, and drawing attention to the struggles and balancing acts that (even) Hasidic people experience on a daily basis — even to the point of leading double lives — I thought the article did a fine job.

But I did want to raise two points about it:

First, as I shared in my tweet, “sinning,” breaking taboos, or living double lives, are not at all the exclusive province of atheists or agnostics. Many who believe in G-d with all of their heart and soul, nevertheless live in the same world of temptation and desire. When that desire or temptation becomes stronger than their commitment not to sin, they give in to it. And because we are human, it happens all of the time.

The article makes a big point of the fact that Monica and James “are outwardly religious, but no longer believe in their faith.” It characterizes their experience as a sort of “coming out”; their swinging is not merely an indulgence — it is a brave stand against the “strong hold” that religious dogma has on our thoughts. But for their family, who remain in the clutches of antiquated faith, Monica and James would have headed for the hills of hedonistic bliss. However, they have risked their relationship with their family in this courageous “tell all” to “inspire other Hasidic couples who also have doubts about God and their marriage.” Who knew that sexual indulgence could be so heroic?

I am actually grateful that they have shared their story, and I agree that by speaking about their own experience, other Hasidic couples who engage in the same kind of taboo-breaking — or couples who even fantasize about it — feel less alone. And I assume that when he hopes “other Hasidic couples will do the same,” he means that they too will share their story — not that he is necessary seeking to inspire other couples to doubt G-d or to break taboos.

But I think that, for the many couples/individuals out there who don’t doubt G-d, who believe in the Torah, and who love their faith; yet who nevertheless struggle with very real, powerful, and diverse sexual drives — they too should not feel alone.

My second point is the unfortunate title of the article: “This Hasidic couple’s kinky open marriage could get them ‘shunned forever’.” When I first read it, I almost passed on reading the article itself. Did I want to read about another couple or person who was punished by (what is, admittedly) an unforgiving culture when it comes to sexuality?

I read it nonetheless, and was pleased to find that it was about Monica and James’ lifestyle, and not about their punishment; that it was their own interview, and not their social obituary. It was a wonderful human interest piece, and I was truly relieved that they have not been outed, exposed, or subjected to the social condemnation of their community.

However, the title of the article suggests that it was the author’s intent to shame the Hasidic community from embracing — and potentially enforcing — standards that might be fundamentally at odds with Monica and James’ lifestyle choices.

But wouldn’t that be the case with any subculture that passionately defends a particular set of values? What do you imagine the reaction would be if a prominent member a far left organization was found to have voted for Donald Trump, and that he pickets abortion clinics in his spare time? Or what would happen if a prominent member of a far right organization was discovered to be a doctor at Planned Parenthood who voted twice for Barack Obama? Would either of those “outings” be pleasant? Unlikely.

People are passionate about their values; and they associate with other people who are passionate about the same values. If one of those people turns out to secretly have the very opposite values, mightn’t that be seen as a betrayal?

Is it unique that a community that revolves entirely around the Torah and its commandments as G-d’s living word would have a strong negative reaction to someone who pretends to share those values, but flouts them in secret?

Now, as anybody who has read any of my writings knows, I believe that society’s disproportionate condemnation of sexual transgressions is itself a thing to be condemned; and that we should all get out of the business of judging others simply because we sin differently. For those sexually adventurous couples who do believe in G-d, they shouldn’t have to choose between G-d and the Torah in which they believe, and the community to which they enthusiastically belong, on the one hand, and their humanity — with all of its imperfections and flaws — on the other. If fraud, slander, theft and tax evasion doesn’t get you shunned from the community, why should sexual exploration?

But let’s not kid ourselves — this, too, is in no way unique to the Hasidic community. How many public figures regularly engage in the worst kinds of thievery, only to be brought down by a sexual indiscretion? Society is obsessed with sex; and condemns whatever sex it can’t have or sell. Hasidic communities are simply so insular, and the Hasidic world so small, that being shunned by one’s Hasidic community has more of a personal impact than being shunned by one’s secular neighborhood.

The story isn’t — or shouldn’t be — about the predictable reaction that a Hasidic community might have to a departure from permitted sexual conduct. It should be about Monica and James’ humanity, and the lengths to which we all go to balance faith, family, and sexuality.


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Ebony Sin . . . Published!

Finally! I’m very happy to announce that Ebony Sin has finally published, with the cover that you voted on! It is now available on both Amazon and Excitica. This one is a novelette, and is my longest story to date.

Here’s the official blurb:

When Rachel, a pretty, orthodox Jewish wife, meets her husband’s handsome, gentile, and black client, Brett, neither one of them can ignore the obvious chemistry between them. Paying no heed to her married status, Brett openly pursues Rachel with a single-mindedness that slowly chips away at Rachel’s resistance and religious values. But how will Rachel and her husband, Saul, handle this interloper in their loving relationship? And how will Rachel balance marriage, husband, and G-d, with her increasing need for this Ebony Sin?

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When Rachel, a pretty, orthodox Jewish wife, meets her husband’s handsome, gentile, and black client, Brett, neither one of them can ignore the obvious chemistry between them. Paying no heed to her married status, Brett openly pursues Rachel with a single-mindedness that slowly chips away at Rachel’s resistance and religious values. But how will Rachel and her husband, Saul, handle this interloper in their loving relationship? And how will Rachel balance marriage, husband, and G-d, with her increasing need for this Ebony Sin?


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Tantalizing Taste – The Anti-Vashti at My Purim Feast

For this week’s Tantalizing Taste, since we are rapidly approaching the Purim holiday, I’ve decided to include a tiny excerpt from The Anti-Vashti at My Purim Feast, currently available on Amazon and Excitica.

I forced as deep a breath as I could manage, and entered our guest room, quickly closing the door behind me.

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The sheer darkness overwhelmed my senses, but when my eyes adjusted, I immediately froze, for I knew that I was definitely not alone.

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There was one — no two — blue bracelets. One seemed to be on the bed, and the other was off on the right side of the room near the closet area. Probably in the chair.

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And there was one pink bracelet. Also on the bed, though perhaps a few feet away from the blue one.

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It’s amazing how some senses are heightened when others are suppressed. I couldn’t see, because of the blackness, and I couldn’t hear, because of the loud music. But I could smell a woman’s perfume; and there was the slight scent of alcohol. And of mint; a breath mint, probably.

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A deal was a deal.

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I reached down and pulled up my skirt. I rolled it to the best of my ability, and stuffed as much as I could inside the waistband, front and back. Then I unbuttoned my pirate’s blouse until the two sides of the shirt fell apart.

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I could feel the cool air on my breasts and nether regions. My nipples were painfully hard, although I had to admit that that had very little to do with the air.

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It was the oddest feeling, standing there, all of my most intimate areas exposed.

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The thought of Queen Vashti, of the Purim story, arose, unbidden, to my mind. I had little in common with her. She was reportedly a vile, cruel and sadistic woman. But she was a beautiful woman, who was commanded by her husband, King Achashverosh, to appear at his feast, nude, for the voyeuristic pleasure of his guests. She refused, and was executed for it.

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By contrast, here I was, obeying my husband, standing virtually naked in the RAVE room at our Purim feast.

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I was invisible. Yet I was very much here, very much exposed, and with two other men and one other woman but a few feet from me. Good friends, probably; yet strangers, for all intense and purposes.

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I was terrified beyond words.

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I was incredibly aroused.

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And then I saw the blue bracelet to my right move, and it began moving in my direction.

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My body jerked at the first contact, which was fingers on the top of my hand. The touch was tentative, guided by the glow of the bracelet. The fingers moved down to my own fingertips, interlacing themselves with mine. A slight pull on my hand told me that my invisible friend was moving, without his hand relinquishing my fingers. Then I felt his toes graze my heels, and I knew that he had moved directly behind me.

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Potiphar’s Wife…Published!

Finally! I’m very happy to announce that Potiphar’s Wife has published, and is now available on both Amazon and Excitica. This one is a novelette/novella(depending on whether you include the biblical exegesis), as it is more than twice the size of any of my other stuff.

Here’s the official blurb:

The beautiful and love-starved wife of a high-ranking official in Pharaoh’s court becomes completely taken with the handsome Hebrew slave recently acquired by her husband. Her determination to seduce and possess this striking male specimen sets into motion a series of events that will have profound implications for her marriage . . .  and, indeed, all of Egypt.

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Potiphar’s Wife is an erotic retelling of the famous biblical story of Joseph, and how his encounter with Potiphar’s unfaithful wife led to his transformation from a lowly Hebrew slave into the viceroy of all of Egypt. Because the stories in the Biblical Sense series are generally based upon authentic sources in Jewish biblical literature, at the conclusion of the story, continue on to the discussion and exegesis of the Biblical and Midrashic basis for Potiphar’s Wife.

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Tantalizing Taste – Potiphar’s Wife

Hey, I know it’s a day late, but I did want to make sure that this week’s Tantalizing Taste went out. This time it is a short excerpt from Potiphar’s Wife, which I anticipate will finally be published this week, so stay tuned!

The villa was quiet. None of the men of the household were in this part of the villa, save Joseph. Even Zeleika’s own handmaid had accompanied Potiphar to the Opet festival. All was quiet, and all was ready.

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Zeleika heard Joseph’s footsteps as he approached her chamber. She shivered with anticipation. A moment later, the curtains were pulled to the side, and Joseph entered her chamber. His breath caught at the vision of loveliness displayed before him.

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Her golden body lay on the bed, glistening in scented oil. Her hair was free of its usual clasps, her tresses arranged artfully on the pillow beneath her head. Her wrists and ankles were bedecked in golden bands, and a golden collar adorned her neck, with a single ring over her throat. A second pillow was positioned beneath her hips, raising her soft pubic mound for his inspection and access. Her lush breasts pooled on her chest, quivering with her every movement.

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She was the very embodiment of desire. And she was his. His Zeleika. He moved towards her, lifting his robe as he approached. She sat up in the bed.

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“No, my love. Allow me.”

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He stood beside the bed, as she reached for the hem of his robe. Slowly, she lifted it. When the hem reached his upper thighs, she knelt, bringing her lips to his bare skin. Her trail of kisses followed the rising hem, moving inwards, until her mouth reached his testicles, and the soft, warm flesh that contained them. Her tongue darted out, tracing the contours of first one, then the other. She opened her mouth wide and enveloped each, testing its weight on her tongue. She heard him groan, as his hands found grips in her hair.

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Reluctantly, she released him. Once again, she took hold of the hem of Joseph’s robe, this time pulling it up, over his head, and dropping it in a heap on her bed. Throwing her arms around Joseph’s neck, she pressed her lips against his, allowing her tongue to explore his lips, darting between them teasingly, playfully prying them open.

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As they kissed, she lowered herself back onto the bed, pulling him on top of her. She spread her thighs wide, then wrapped her legs around his waist. She was practically delirious with the pleasure of it, overwhelmed by his closeness, the intimacy of his manhood seeking her entrance.

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Joseph, my love. Do it. Make me yours.

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Tantalizing Taste – Ebony Sin

Hey peeps, it’s Tuesday, and that means it’s time for another Tantalizing Taste! Okay, I know the whole “T” thing is a bit corny, but it helps me organize my posts.

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Now, without further ado:

Brett arrived in the middle of Havdalah.

During the ritual it was forbidden to talk, so I greeted him with a nod. I felt self-conscious about my orthodox Shabbos garb, as though my clothing emphasized the difference in our worlds. Brett did not seem to care, however, and as Rachel nodded to me to continue with Havdalah, Brett moved behind her, pressing against her.

When I made the blessing on the fragrant spices, Rachel sniffed the spice-box, and then twisted her upper body towards Brett, passing it to him. She grinned playfully, and I could see the chemistry and the affection that had grown between them. Brett put the spice-box down on the counter, and lowered his face to Rachel’s neck. He inhaled deeply and audibly, making clear that he preferred Rachel’s scent to anything else. She giggled, but then closed her eyes and tilted her head away from his to afford him greater access.

Staring, I managed to make the next blessing over the lit Havdalah candle. As Rachel reached out to look at the reflection of the flame in her fingernails, Brett took the opportunity of her raised arms to cup her braless breasts through the sheer fabric of her robe. A light but exquisite moan escaped her lips as Brett shamelessly kneaded my wife’s breasts before my eyes.

Forcing my gaze back to the siddur, I managed to complete the ceremony, drink the cup of wine, and extinguish the candle. When I looked up, Rachel’s breasts were no longer in her robe; they were firmly ensconced in Brett’s large hands, her soft flesh spilling out fromtumblr_muggcgkqpp1r4qz2xo1_500 between his ebony fingers, her engorged nipples trapped between the thumb and index finger of each hand.

And he was kissing her. Deeply and intimately, they kissed, their lips melded to each other, only the occasional perturbations in their cheeks revealing the active tongues underneath. My freshly-wanton wife had not even noticed that I had finished Havdalah.

Enjoy, and stay tuned!