This is a long time fantasy of mine for as long as I can remember. It's inspired by an old "Little Rascals" sketch. Hope you all like it.
Tired and a little sweaty I was happy to be done dragging our old memory foam mattress and the plywood base down from our bedroom to the garage. Not the way I wanted to spend my Sunday! Vivian, my wife of 23 years hated the memory foam because it made her way too hot. She purchased a new one with a box spring but it wouldn't come until Tuesday and I had to work, so better to get it done now and sleep on our fancy inflatable mattress till then.
Vivian was out with her two best friends, Donna and Christine. Donna, a MILF with light brown hair and very ticklish size 7 feet, just like my wife, could be mistaken as Vivian's sister. They knew each other for 30 years and were thick as theives. They have also been know to fight and argue like cats and dogs but always stay tight. Christine was a co-worker of my wife for over 10 years, a sweet and innocent woman but not the sharpest tool in the shed. She was a short little thing, very cute with tiny size 5 feet.
Vivian had been working like a dog for the past few months on an account for this crazy, overbearing, evil witch of an old woman. She took off 2 weeks with her bosses blessing and she planned a quiet staycation for herself.
As I sat in my Lazy Boy watching the game the 3 ladies came through the front door. Vivian and Donna were really giving it to Christine, clearly both were upset.
"Chris, I can't believe you told that old witch I couldn't make it to her luncheon tomorrow because I broke my leg!! What were you thinking? Now she wants to come here tomorrow at noon and see me! Now since I don't have a broken leg we are both in trouble, me for avoiding her and YOU FOR LYING TO HER!" Donna chimed in with a chuckle, "I can't believe your're such a Dork Chris, you really put Viv and you in a pickle!"
All three ladies gave me a brief greeting with Vivian kissing my cheek. They continued their argument as they made their way up the stairs to our bedroom. I could hear their voices from the family room. Soon I heard my wife calling my name, off I went to the bedroom.
I entered the bedroom and saw Christine standing in the middle of the frame of our king size where our mattress used to be.
"Viv, I'm telling you, its gonna work! It's a good plan! Tell Jay your idea Donna."
Vivian was just pacing around the room distraught and Donna was going through a storage bin of shoes that my wife kept under the bed but was now exposed since it was gone. Donna was holding a fancy high heeled Coach shoe examining it like it was an unearthed artifact.
"Huh??? What?" Donna said as she was distracted from her examination. "Oh yeah, Jay, Vivian and I have massages booked for tomorrow morning, if I bring an old mannequin leg over later can you wrap it in a plaster cast?"
Completely puzzled I shrugged my shoulders and said sure and of course asked why. Here is the hair brained scheme Christine and Donna came up with. Apparently, while they were out, the crazy old lady who's account my wife has been killing herself on called her cell. Vivian didn't want to answer so she gave the phone to Christine, (BIG MISTAKE) and told her to cover for her, she needed time away from the client. Well when Christine was on the phone she paniced and told the old bat that Vivian couldn't do the luncheon tomorrow, Monday, because she cracked a bone in her shin playing tennis. Well it turns out the old lady has a heart and insisted on coming to see her tomorrow and bring her something to cheer her up. The scheme these women came up with is nothing short of an "I Love Lucy" like episode. With little to no input from Vivian, Donna and Christine planned this brilliant idea, I would haul the old memory foam mattress and ply wood back up to the bedroom, I get to cut a hole in the plywood and the foam mattres so they line up in a spot even with my wifes knees if she was sitting up in bed. Then Donna goes over to her sister's dress shop, grabs a mannequin leg from the knee down and brings to our house tonight so I can wrap it in a plaster cast. Vivian has her massage in the morning so she can't sit at home and wait for her fake cast to dry, (God forbid!) How is it I got to do all the work in this crazy scheme.
Vivian and Donna will hurry home from their massages, run upstairs, Vivian will put on a comfy long nightie, place her right foot into the hole of the bed, place the fake casted leg from her knee down with her knee being covered by the nighite. The old lady is nearly blind and will never notice. (Oh yeah, this is a great plan!) To my utter surprise Vivian says "Ya know, this may actually work!"
I turned to leave the bedroom to go and lug the mattress back up the stairs and I hear Donna say with a bit of venom "Hey Vivian, remember when I loaned you these shoes to you 2 years ago? I called you 4 months ago and asked for them back and you swore up and down you returned them to me 2 years ago!!!!!! Tony got these for me as a birthday gift and he didn't speak to me for 3 days because I told him I lost them! What the hell!!" Vivian with problems of her own at the moment turned to Donna with her right hand up in the air "Really Donna??? NOT NOW!"
If looks could kill I think Donna would have been in jail for murder of my wife. Donna followed me out of the room giving me an ear full about my wife, I asked her if she wasn't going help now but she made it clear that she would never do that and she will get even another way. I shrugged it off, I had my crap to do and I wasn't looking forward to it.
Well morning came, the fake leg was casted, I even had Donna, Christine and I sign the cast with our names and a few fake ones. It looked pretty good if I do say so myself. The plastic toes that barely stuck out of the cast we coverd with a cut off sock.
It was 11:30am and Vivian and Donna came rushing through the front door, apparently the issue of the borrowed shoes came up again and they were arguing once again. Vivian starts up the stairs and says dhe was headed for the shower, she can't stand to leave the oils from the massage on her body and she was slipping with so much of it on her feet. Donna, clearly annoyed says, "Hey dopey, you don't have time for that! Chris is gonna be here with that old witch in 30 minutes and you need to get into costume, I'm gonna head out!" I walk Donna to the door and I head out to the yard to get our little ball of fur dog Lucky. Donna heads back toward the kitchen ssyong she forgot her sunglasses and I head to the yard. I came back in and Donna was gone. I hear Vivian call me from the bedroom and I went up to see what was up. I was amazed, there was Vivian sitting propped up in the bed in her nightie. Her legs were covered by a blanket but with a huge smile she throws back the covers to reveal her adorable leg and her fake casted leg. It was a pretty good job and it seemed to match her thigh. She had on a very thick sock on her left foot pushed down to her ankle (Her feet get cold) and as she tried to get up her right leg from just below her knee seemed stuck in the foam mattress. "Help me get up babe, I have to pee! We have to hurry! By the way, this hole in the mattress is kinda tight babe" As she said that we both managed to pry her right foot out of the hole. me being me I noticed immediately that her adorable size 7 foot was bare. Her cute little toes done in my favorite French Pedicure, her foot nicely tanned on top and her arch creamy white while her heal and the ball of her foot a perfect pink. I laughed and scrstched my head asking, "Babe why don't you have a sock on your foot?" As she climbed out of bed leaving her faked casted one behind, she says "I had one on, it got pulled off when I pryed my foot out of that frigging tight hole, can u get it for me babe?"
As soon as sheclosed the door to the bathroom the doorbell rang. Forgetting her lost sock for the moment I made my way to the front door. There was Christine and the old biddy Mrs. Cracket. Christine was the lucky employee who had to driver Mrs. Craket for her visit of my wife. Christine guided the old woman into my house. "Did you forget to bring my gift for Vivian out of the car young lady?" the older woman asked in a low voice but with pure confidence. "Of course Mrs. Cracket" Christine replied with all respect. I invited the women to sit in thr living room while I went upstairs to check on Vivian, she had taken a nap after taking a pain pill I told them both. Christine in her dorky yet innocent way gave me a wink. As soon as I turned I rolled my eyes.
I entered the bedroom and I found Vivian freaking out.
"They're fucking early!!!" She was truly upset, she rarely drops the "F" bomb LOL. "Yeah babe, get your foot in the holeand look drugged, I'll bring them up." "Where's my sock?" "I didn't get a chance to get it babe sorry." "Oh man...." Vivian said with a true sour puss. I had to tease her, "What's wrong babe? Are you afraid a spider or the monster under the bed may nibble your toes?" And I gave her a wink. With a like of horror Vivian shuddered and said, "Oh babe please don't even kid like that!" I chuckled, turned and went downstairs to get her visitors.
I ushered the two women into the bedroom and found Vivian lying in bed under the covers and if I didn't know better it looked as though she truly had one leg in a cast. Christine put on a good act for Mrs. Cracket and I brought in 2 chairs for both women to sit and visit in comfort. Chris pulled back the covers to show Mrs. Cracket where she signed her cast and Vivian invited her to sign it too. I thought to myself that It was as bold move but when The 84 year old woman made it clear she couldn't see well enough to do it I thought "Well played Vivian, well played".
Now, here's where the plan began to get dicey. Unbeknownst to me and Vivian, Donna never left the house, something I would have realized had I saw her car still parked infront of the house. When I went to get the dog, Donna snuck upstairs, into our bedroom and crawled under our California King bed. Since there was no box spring, the matress was held up by a piece of plywood making plenty of room to get under there. Donna was still pissed about the shoe debacle and had planned to get some revenge. Mrs. Cracket felt bad for her treatment of my wife and had hoped to take her to lunch and give her a gift.
"Vivian my dear, I know I have been a royal pain in the butt. These past few months I have grown very fond of you and I wanted to give you this." Mrs. Cracket handed my wife a get well card, in it was an all expense paid trip to Tahiti for two.
It was then that things got nuts. While under the bed Donna began to empty her tools from her little purse, a small 5 inch stiff white feather with a fine tip, a small and very fine artitist paint brush, baby oil and metal fork.
With the sun shining through the bed skirt Donna had a perfect soft light illuminating Vivian's adorable and very vulnerable dangling bare foot poking through the mattress. Through the years both women had tickled each other and I thought I picked up on Donna admiring Vivians gorgeous feet from time to time. Vivian's little foot hung there suspended in the air inches from Donna's face. Donna studied the little foot as it dangled all the while the three women spoke. Donna moved closer and sniffed Vivian's toes, the aroma of tropical massage oils combined with the natural and delicious fragrance Vivian's clean pedicured foot gave off made Donna light headed. Vivian's toes wiggled a little with the touch of Donna's warm breath briefly kissed her toes. Make no mistake, Vivian took notice of the warm air on her toes but quickly dismissed it as a draft of some sort. Around the same time Mrs. Cracket gave Vivian her generous gift, Donna took hold of the feather, combined with a drunk look in her eyes and a small little grin on her face, she brought the feather to the very tips of Vivian's five helpless toes. With every effort Donna barely teased the very tips of Vivian's with the slightest of touches. Vivian immediately began to wiggle her toes and clench them in a slow and deliberate manner. Vivian thought it was one of the laces of her shoes or my work boots under the bed that were inconveniently irritating her, almost tickling her deliberately. She shifted her weight in bed slightly, moving her body in sympathy for her foot that she couldn't move. During the discussion about the gift, Donna began to grow bold and began to flutter the feather all along the base of her five toes and the soft pink pads just above. Vivian's mind began to race and gentle giggles began to build up in her belly. "Oh my god, What's going on??? Who, what's tickling my toes?" Vivian could see in her minds eye her toes being tormented by a blade of grass, a whisp of hair or delicate feather. As Donna probed all the delicate and sensitive skin under, around and between Vivian's pink toes a smile crept up on Vivian's face. As she opened the card from Mrs. Cracket and began to digest the generosity of the gift the tickling sensations on her toes began to increase exponentially with every passing second. Meanwhile, under the bed Donna was exacting her revenge while at the same time using that as an excuse to finally live out her fantasy of over 20 some odd years to tease, torment and thoroughly tickle the gorgeous feet of her best friend.
As Donna's feather explored Vivian's helpless and vulnerable toes exploiting every ticklish millimeter, Vivian's toes flexed, wiggled and clenched in an effort to avoid the ticklish sensations. Due to the snug fit of the hole Vivian's foot dangled through, all she was able to do was rotate her foot from the ankle down, and that wasn't enough to evade Donna's ticklish assault on her toes. As the tickling increased Vivian's efforts to control herself and hold in her laughter began to wane.....
End of part one. Is it worth me to continue? Be brutally honest.
Tired and a little sweaty I was happy to be done dragging our old memory foam mattress and the plywood base down from our bedroom to the garage. Not the way I wanted to spend my Sunday! Vivian, my wife of 23 years hated the memory foam because it made her way too hot. She purchased a new one with a box spring but it wouldn't come until Tuesday and I had to work, so better to get it done now and sleep on our fancy inflatable mattress till then.
Vivian was out with her two best friends, Donna and Christine. Donna, a MILF with light brown hair and very ticklish size 7 feet, just like my wife, could be mistaken as Vivian's sister. They knew each other for 30 years and were thick as theives. They have also been know to fight and argue like cats and dogs but always stay tight. Christine was a co-worker of my wife for over 10 years, a sweet and innocent woman but not the sharpest tool in the shed. She was a short little thing, very cute with tiny size 5 feet.
Vivian had been working like a dog for the past few months on an account for this crazy, overbearing, evil witch of an old woman. She took off 2 weeks with her bosses blessing and she planned a quiet staycation for herself.
As I sat in my Lazy Boy watching the game the 3 ladies came through the front door. Vivian and Donna were really giving it to Christine, clearly both were upset.
"Chris, I can't believe you told that old witch I couldn't make it to her luncheon tomorrow because I broke my leg!! What were you thinking? Now she wants to come here tomorrow at noon and see me! Now since I don't have a broken leg we are both in trouble, me for avoiding her and YOU FOR LYING TO HER!" Donna chimed in with a chuckle, "I can't believe your're such a Dork Chris, you really put Viv and you in a pickle!"
All three ladies gave me a brief greeting with Vivian kissing my cheek. They continued their argument as they made their way up the stairs to our bedroom. I could hear their voices from the family room. Soon I heard my wife calling my name, off I went to the bedroom.
I entered the bedroom and saw Christine standing in the middle of the frame of our king size where our mattress used to be.
"Viv, I'm telling you, its gonna work! It's a good plan! Tell Jay your idea Donna."
Vivian was just pacing around the room distraught and Donna was going through a storage bin of shoes that my wife kept under the bed but was now exposed since it was gone. Donna was holding a fancy high heeled Coach shoe examining it like it was an unearthed artifact.
"Huh??? What?" Donna said as she was distracted from her examination. "Oh yeah, Jay, Vivian and I have massages booked for tomorrow morning, if I bring an old mannequin leg over later can you wrap it in a plaster cast?"
Completely puzzled I shrugged my shoulders and said sure and of course asked why. Here is the hair brained scheme Christine and Donna came up with. Apparently, while they were out, the crazy old lady who's account my wife has been killing herself on called her cell. Vivian didn't want to answer so she gave the phone to Christine, (BIG MISTAKE) and told her to cover for her, she needed time away from the client. Well when Christine was on the phone she paniced and told the old bat that Vivian couldn't do the luncheon tomorrow, Monday, because she cracked a bone in her shin playing tennis. Well it turns out the old lady has a heart and insisted on coming to see her tomorrow and bring her something to cheer her up. The scheme these women came up with is nothing short of an "I Love Lucy" like episode. With little to no input from Vivian, Donna and Christine planned this brilliant idea, I would haul the old memory foam mattress and ply wood back up to the bedroom, I get to cut a hole in the plywood and the foam mattres so they line up in a spot even with my wifes knees if she was sitting up in bed. Then Donna goes over to her sister's dress shop, grabs a mannequin leg from the knee down and brings to our house tonight so I can wrap it in a plaster cast. Vivian has her massage in the morning so she can't sit at home and wait for her fake cast to dry, (God forbid!) How is it I got to do all the work in this crazy scheme.
Vivian and Donna will hurry home from their massages, run upstairs, Vivian will put on a comfy long nightie, place her right foot into the hole of the bed, place the fake casted leg from her knee down with her knee being covered by the nighite. The old lady is nearly blind and will never notice. (Oh yeah, this is a great plan!) To my utter surprise Vivian says "Ya know, this may actually work!"
I turned to leave the bedroom to go and lug the mattress back up the stairs and I hear Donna say with a bit of venom "Hey Vivian, remember when I loaned you these shoes to you 2 years ago? I called you 4 months ago and asked for them back and you swore up and down you returned them to me 2 years ago!!!!!! Tony got these for me as a birthday gift and he didn't speak to me for 3 days because I told him I lost them! What the hell!!" Vivian with problems of her own at the moment turned to Donna with her right hand up in the air "Really Donna??? NOT NOW!"
If looks could kill I think Donna would have been in jail for murder of my wife. Donna followed me out of the room giving me an ear full about my wife, I asked her if she wasn't going help now but she made it clear that she would never do that and she will get even another way. I shrugged it off, I had my crap to do and I wasn't looking forward to it.
Well morning came, the fake leg was casted, I even had Donna, Christine and I sign the cast with our names and a few fake ones. It looked pretty good if I do say so myself. The plastic toes that barely stuck out of the cast we coverd with a cut off sock.
It was 11:30am and Vivian and Donna came rushing through the front door, apparently the issue of the borrowed shoes came up again and they were arguing once again. Vivian starts up the stairs and says dhe was headed for the shower, she can't stand to leave the oils from the massage on her body and she was slipping with so much of it on her feet. Donna, clearly annoyed says, "Hey dopey, you don't have time for that! Chris is gonna be here with that old witch in 30 minutes and you need to get into costume, I'm gonna head out!" I walk Donna to the door and I head out to the yard to get our little ball of fur dog Lucky. Donna heads back toward the kitchen ssyong she forgot her sunglasses and I head to the yard. I came back in and Donna was gone. I hear Vivian call me from the bedroom and I went up to see what was up. I was amazed, there was Vivian sitting propped up in the bed in her nightie. Her legs were covered by a blanket but with a huge smile she throws back the covers to reveal her adorable leg and her fake casted leg. It was a pretty good job and it seemed to match her thigh. She had on a very thick sock on her left foot pushed down to her ankle (Her feet get cold) and as she tried to get up her right leg from just below her knee seemed stuck in the foam mattress. "Help me get up babe, I have to pee! We have to hurry! By the way, this hole in the mattress is kinda tight babe" As she said that we both managed to pry her right foot out of the hole. me being me I noticed immediately that her adorable size 7 foot was bare. Her cute little toes done in my favorite French Pedicure, her foot nicely tanned on top and her arch creamy white while her heal and the ball of her foot a perfect pink. I laughed and scrstched my head asking, "Babe why don't you have a sock on your foot?" As she climbed out of bed leaving her faked casted one behind, she says "I had one on, it got pulled off when I pryed my foot out of that frigging tight hole, can u get it for me babe?"
As soon as sheclosed the door to the bathroom the doorbell rang. Forgetting her lost sock for the moment I made my way to the front door. There was Christine and the old biddy Mrs. Cracket. Christine was the lucky employee who had to driver Mrs. Craket for her visit of my wife. Christine guided the old woman into my house. "Did you forget to bring my gift for Vivian out of the car young lady?" the older woman asked in a low voice but with pure confidence. "Of course Mrs. Cracket" Christine replied with all respect. I invited the women to sit in thr living room while I went upstairs to check on Vivian, she had taken a nap after taking a pain pill I told them both. Christine in her dorky yet innocent way gave me a wink. As soon as I turned I rolled my eyes.
I entered the bedroom and I found Vivian freaking out.
"They're fucking early!!!" She was truly upset, she rarely drops the "F" bomb LOL. "Yeah babe, get your foot in the holeand look drugged, I'll bring them up." "Where's my sock?" "I didn't get a chance to get it babe sorry." "Oh man...." Vivian said with a true sour puss. I had to tease her, "What's wrong babe? Are you afraid a spider or the monster under the bed may nibble your toes?" And I gave her a wink. With a like of horror Vivian shuddered and said, "Oh babe please don't even kid like that!" I chuckled, turned and went downstairs to get her visitors.
I ushered the two women into the bedroom and found Vivian lying in bed under the covers and if I didn't know better it looked as though she truly had one leg in a cast. Christine put on a good act for Mrs. Cracket and I brought in 2 chairs for both women to sit and visit in comfort. Chris pulled back the covers to show Mrs. Cracket where she signed her cast and Vivian invited her to sign it too. I thought to myself that It was as bold move but when The 84 year old woman made it clear she couldn't see well enough to do it I thought "Well played Vivian, well played".
Now, here's where the plan began to get dicey. Unbeknownst to me and Vivian, Donna never left the house, something I would have realized had I saw her car still parked infront of the house. When I went to get the dog, Donna snuck upstairs, into our bedroom and crawled under our California King bed. Since there was no box spring, the matress was held up by a piece of plywood making plenty of room to get under there. Donna was still pissed about the shoe debacle and had planned to get some revenge. Mrs. Cracket felt bad for her treatment of my wife and had hoped to take her to lunch and give her a gift.
"Vivian my dear, I know I have been a royal pain in the butt. These past few months I have grown very fond of you and I wanted to give you this." Mrs. Cracket handed my wife a get well card, in it was an all expense paid trip to Tahiti for two.
It was then that things got nuts. While under the bed Donna began to empty her tools from her little purse, a small 5 inch stiff white feather with a fine tip, a small and very fine artitist paint brush, baby oil and metal fork.
With the sun shining through the bed skirt Donna had a perfect soft light illuminating Vivian's adorable and very vulnerable dangling bare foot poking through the mattress. Through the years both women had tickled each other and I thought I picked up on Donna admiring Vivians gorgeous feet from time to time. Vivian's little foot hung there suspended in the air inches from Donna's face. Donna studied the little foot as it dangled all the while the three women spoke. Donna moved closer and sniffed Vivian's toes, the aroma of tropical massage oils combined with the natural and delicious fragrance Vivian's clean pedicured foot gave off made Donna light headed. Vivian's toes wiggled a little with the touch of Donna's warm breath briefly kissed her toes. Make no mistake, Vivian took notice of the warm air on her toes but quickly dismissed it as a draft of some sort. Around the same time Mrs. Cracket gave Vivian her generous gift, Donna took hold of the feather, combined with a drunk look in her eyes and a small little grin on her face, she brought the feather to the very tips of Vivian's five helpless toes. With every effort Donna barely teased the very tips of Vivian's with the slightest of touches. Vivian immediately began to wiggle her toes and clench them in a slow and deliberate manner. Vivian thought it was one of the laces of her shoes or my work boots under the bed that were inconveniently irritating her, almost tickling her deliberately. She shifted her weight in bed slightly, moving her body in sympathy for her foot that she couldn't move. During the discussion about the gift, Donna began to grow bold and began to flutter the feather all along the base of her five toes and the soft pink pads just above. Vivian's mind began to race and gentle giggles began to build up in her belly. "Oh my god, What's going on??? Who, what's tickling my toes?" Vivian could see in her minds eye her toes being tormented by a blade of grass, a whisp of hair or delicate feather. As Donna probed all the delicate and sensitive skin under, around and between Vivian's pink toes a smile crept up on Vivian's face. As she opened the card from Mrs. Cracket and began to digest the generosity of the gift the tickling sensations on her toes began to increase exponentially with every passing second. Meanwhile, under the bed Donna was exacting her revenge while at the same time using that as an excuse to finally live out her fantasy of over 20 some odd years to tease, torment and thoroughly tickle the gorgeous feet of her best friend.
As Donna's feather explored Vivian's helpless and vulnerable toes exploiting every ticklish millimeter, Vivian's toes flexed, wiggled and clenched in an effort to avoid the ticklish sensations. Due to the snug fit of the hole Vivian's foot dangled through, all she was able to do was rotate her foot from the ankle down, and that wasn't enough to evade Donna's ticklish assault on her toes. As the tickling increased Vivian's efforts to control herself and hold in her laughter began to wane.....
End of part one. Is it worth me to continue? Be brutally honest.
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