Rushnyky

In the City of Odessa, after two years a widower, a man by the name of Chiam Dym, now elderly, marries a much younger woman, Raya, his second wife. You see, under Orthodox marital law, when a married man loses his wife he is obligated to marry the deceased wife's unmarried sister, if there is one.

Later, in the honeymoon suite the man discovers, to his horror, that no matter what he tries in bed to please his new wife, she fails to achieve orgasm. Since a woman is entitled to experience sexual pleasure, they decide to seek the advice of a prominent man known only as The Learned Scholar of Odessa.

After listening to the couple's unfortunate situation, the Learned Scholar leans forward in his chair, gestures toward the old man and his young bride, offering the following:

"Hire a strapping young boy. While the two of you are making love, have the boy to wave a ceremonial towel over you. This will help your wife fantasize and should eventually bring about her orgasm."

The husband frets. "Learned Scholar, I don't know any boys who fit that description."

"Well then," the Learned Scholar replies, "I will find an appropriate boy for you. Give me a couple of days."

"Thank you, Learned Scholar," the old man says. His wife seconds her husband's gratitude.

On their way home the May-December couple discuss the Learned Scholar's proposal. "Raya," the old man muses, "I don't know if this is such a good idea."

"Oh, Chiam," Raya replies enthusiastically, "I think it's a wonderful idea. Having a handsome young boy in there, waving a towel over me... er, over us... may be just the thing I need."

"Okay," the old man concedes. "What do we have to lose for trying?"

Several days later, at precisely seven o'clock in the evening, the door bell to the old man's house rings, and he goes to answer it. To his surprise it is a boy who appears to fit the description the rabbi promised to send. The boy introduces himself as Ezra, then says politely, "If now is not good I can return another time."

Before the old man can answer the young wife rushes over and says, "Yes! Come in, please."

In the living room the three chat a bit before the inevitable question is asked. "Are you ready for me to... wave the towel?"

Again the young wife, who has been eyeing the boy, is quick to respond. "Yes. Of course."

The old man stands up, says to his young wife, "Why don't you go upstairs and do whatever it is a woman does to get ready. I want to have a word with the boy first."

The young wife smiles. "Yes, my husband," she replies, then disappears up the stairs.

The old man turns to the boy. "How old are you, by the way?"

"I just turned eighteen last week," the boy replies.

"Mazol Tove!" the old man replies. Then, in a softer tone: "Are you sure you can handle this?"

"Yes," the boy replies with confidence. "I'm certain I can."

The old man ponders a moment. "Okay, then. Let's join my wife in the bedroom."

The boy follows the old man up the stair, then into the couple's bedroom. To his surprise and amazement, he discovers the young wife standing in front of a mirror, mounted behind a dresser, primping herself. She had shed all her clothes and is now clad in only a skimpy, pink see-through nightie. Try as he does, the boy, Ezra, is unable to take his eyes off of her.

The old man opens a drawer of the dresser and pulls out an embroidered ceremonial towel, handing it to the boy. "Now promise me you'll do your very best," he said. "It's most important that my wife can finally achieve great happiness"

The boy, who had never before been witness to the marital act, replies, "Yes, I promise."

After undressing, the old man and his much younger bride climb into bed together. The old man gestures to the boy to begin waving the towel above them. He turns to his wife and attempts to make love to her.

But after ten agonizing minutes it appears the wife isn't even anywhere close to reaching an orgasm. So the married couple decide to call it quits. After the boy leaves, perplexed the May-December couple again decide they need to return to the Learned Scholar of Odessa to seek another solution.

Upon listening to their update, once again the Learned Scholar enters into a moment of deep thought. When he finally emerges he proceeds to recite new directions to the frustrated couple. "Okay, this time we're going to try it the other way," his remark directed toward the old man. "Have the boy climb into bed and make love to your wife, while you wave the towel over them."

The old man appears even less enthusiastic than the last time. But the young wife, to the contrary, is ecstatic.

"It's been reported to me that this method has a very high success rate," the Learned Scholar informs them, "that is, if the husband can get over the sight of watching a young boy shtupping his wife."

The young wife, who has been listening the entire time, intercedes. "My dear husband, please give your consent, for the chance it may finally allow me to experience great joy."

The husband, desperate to see his wife satisfied, replied, "Please, Learned Scholar, I'll do anything to satisfy my wife."

Suddenly, the wife asks, "Will it be the same boy, Ezra?"

"Why, yes," the Learned Scholar replies.

Whereupon the wife appears more than pleased.

Once again, they follow the rabbi's advice. The young boy, Ezra, already charged with strong primal urges and intense desire, strips naked and climbs into bed with the wife, ready and waiting. Having previously witnessed what the husband had attempted, he proceeds to kiss the wife all over, explore her secret places with his fingertips.

Eventually, the boy orients himself on his knees and proceeds to mount the wife, immediately initiating coitus with her. Seeing this, the husband begins to wave the towel over them with great vigor.

Meanwhile, the young boy, Ezra, continues shtupping the wife quite enthusiastically until the impossible happens: she begins to cry out with an enormous, room-shaking, ear-splitting, screaming orgasm. The boy continues until he, too, had shared his own pleasure with the old man's wife.

Afterward, the old man smiles with great satisfaction. The Learned Scholar had offered him good advice after all. With the ceremonial towel still dangling from the fingers of his right hand, he turns to face the boy, triumphantly, shaking the towel in his face. "See, you young schmuck? THAT'S how you wave a towel!"

~

"How did it go this time, Mein Sohn... if I may ask?"

"Much better than last time, Tato," the boy replies. "The old man was successful in bringing his wife to... uh, orgasm."

"What about you? Did you enjoy it?"

"Oh yes, Tato. Very much so. It was like nothing I've ever experienced before. On the way home it was all could think about."

"Do you think you'd like to try it again?"

"I'm going to, Tato, remember? Every time the old man wants to please his wife. You know, I get the impression she likes me."

"Oh, yes. I forgot. Well, I'm relieved."

"Relieved? About the wife?"

"No, about you. I was beginning to suspect that at eighteen years of age you still had not shown any interest in beginning with girls."

"Oh, so that's what this is all about!" the boy, Ezra, replies, emphatically.

The Learned Scholar strokes his beard. "Yes. I was beginning to get worried."