This is a custom story written for me by one of our very talented, community authors. I was reminded of it's theme when reading TklKitten's post in the "Most Desired Tickling Fantasies" thread. Hope you enjoy!
Jeff was putting bread into the toaster, preparing breakfast before going to work. He heard his wife Betsy walk up behind him, but did not move, did not give away that he heard her. Obviously she was trying to surprise him, so he would let her.
“Happy Birthday!” Betsy squealed, throwing her arms around Jeff’s neck. “How’s it feel to be a year older?”
“Not that much different,” Jeff said, turning around in Betsy’s arms to kiss her.
“Well, just wait a few years,” Betsy said. “Old age will catch up with you, soon enough!”
“Probably it will,” Jeff admitted. “So, where’s my present?”
Betsy looked at Jeff slyly. “I thought I might give it to you later. Say, tonight, after a candlelight dinner for two.”
“Betsy, at least tell me what it is!” Jeff pleaded. “You’ve been telling me for weeks that you had a special surprise for my birthday, and I’ve been going crazy trying to figure it out! If I have to go all day without knowing, I’ll never get any work done!”
“Well, that would ruin the surprise, wouldn’t it?” Betsy said. “But, if you reeeeeally want to know...”
“I do, I do!” Jeff insisted. “Come on, what is it?”
“Well...” Betsy began, hesitantly. “It’s something special that I’m going to do.”
“Well, what is it?” Jeff asked. “Something you’re going to cook, or something?”
“No, that’s not it. Although things will probably get hot.”
“Come on, Betsy, I refuse to be married to the Riddler! Out with it!”
“Okay, here it is,” Betsy said. She took a deep breath, as if preparing herself to say something she didn’t want to say. “I’ve rented a harem girl’s costume. Just like Barbara Eden wore in ‘I Dream Of Jeannie’.”
Jeff’s eyes widened. “You have?”
Betsy nodded. “Uh huh. I tried it on, at the party store. I look damn good in it!”
“Wow,” Jeff said. He couldn’t believe what he was hearing.
“Weeks ago, I rented a video on how to belly-dance,” Betsy said. “Whenever I had some time to myself, when you wouldn’t be home, I practiced it. I’ve gotten pretty good at it!”
“Betsy, I--wow!” Jeff stammered. “You’ve done all that?”
“Well, I know it’s been a fantasy of yours for a long time,” Betsy said. “I want to be the woman of your dreams, you know. All your dreams.”
Jeff hugged his wife more tightly. “You already are, honey. You know that.”
“I know,” Betsy said. “But I know how much you want this, and I want to do it for you. And...there’s more.”
“More?” Jeff asked, eyebrow raising.
“Uh huh,” Betsy said. “After I do my dance for you, I’m going to let you....tie me to the bed....and tickle me.”
Jeff’s eyes bounced wide open. His wife knew how erotic tickling was to him, how much it turned him on. But she was so desperately ticklish, she hated to be tickled anywhere for more than a few seconds. “Betsy, you mean this? You’re really going to do it?”
“It’s not going to be easy,” Betsy admitted. “I don’t know how much I’m going to be able to take! Promise you’ll go easy on me?”
“I’ll try,” Jeff said. “Once I’ve got you where I want you, I may not be able to hold back!”
“I know,” Betsy gulped. “But it’s your birthday, and I know how much this means to you. So I’m willing to take the risk!” Betsy sighed exaggeratedly. “I can only hope you’ll get so turned on from tickling me, you’ll want to get to the sex quickly!”
Jeff hugged his lovely wife again. “Want me to leave you tied up when I do?”
“You bet!” Betsy growled. She enjoyed bondage sex. Being restrained while making love heightened her abandonment and her pleasure. “I hope you know what a sacrifice this is for me, Jeff. You know being tickled is like going to the dentist, for me!”
“I know, and I think you’re the most wonderful wife in the world,” Jeff said enthusiastically. “I’ll have to cook up something extra-special for your birthday!”
Betsy giggled. “Want me to make out a list of ideas?”
In answer, Jeff gave her a swat on the behind, which set her off laughing.
“Jeff, hi!” the voice on the other end of the phone said. “Happy Birthday!”
“Hi, Jane!”Jeff said into the phone. “How are you?” Jane was one of Betsy’s closest friends. Her husband Bill and she had become very close with Jeff and Betsy. The two couples did many things together, even went away on a vacation together. While neither couple would ever consider being unfaithful to their spouses, some good-natured flirting among them had occurred.
“Just wanted to call and wish you a happy birthday,” Jane said. “What is this, now, your fiftieth? Sixtieth?”
“Smart ass,” Jeff chuckled. “Keep that up and I’ll let Bill borrow my spanking paddle, like he’s been asking.”
“Ooh, I might enjoy that too much,” Jane purred. “So, got big plans for the big day?”
“Actually, we do,” Jeff said coyly. “Nothing tender ears should hear, though.”
“Bullshit!” Jane laughed. “You think you can come up with anything that would shock me? Who was the first to take her top off, when the four of us had that hot-tub party last month?”
“Point taken,” Jeff said. He looked around quickly. He was alone in his office, the door was closed, and no one was expected. “Okay, here it is. Betsy’s decided to let me have one of my favorite sexual fantasies for my birthday.”
“Oh, wow!” Jane squealed. “That is so hot! So what is it? Whips? A threesome? Filling the hot-tub with pineapple Jell-O?”
“Nothing like that, you kook,” Jeff chided. “No, it’s--pineapple Jell-O?”
“Or lime, whatever. Bill and I prefer strawberry.”
Jeff shook his head quickly. “Anyway, this involves a costume. A harem girl’s costume, like Barbara Eden.”
“Oh, one of those kind of fantasies!” Jane said. “Yeah, those can get really hot! When I rented the Catwoman costume for Bill, I was walking funny for three days!”
“TMI, Jane,” Jeff chided. “Anyway, she’s been learning to belly-dance for me. And after that, she’s going to let me tie her down.”
“And tickle her?” Jane asked.
Jeff did a double-take. “Wha--how did you--“
“How did I know you were a tickle fiend?” Jane asked. “Girl talk, Jeff. Betsy and I know most of each other’s husband’s quirks, if not all. What, tell me you and Bill don’t talk about us like that!”
Jeff was silent on that point, for he had to admit it was true. “So, is she gonna let you do it? She’s told me how much she hates it!”
“Yes, it drives her crazy,” Jeff said. “But she’s going to let me do it! She’s hoping I go easy on her and get right down to business after not too much tickling.”
“Fat chance of that!” Jane giggled. “Say, Jeff...I just had a really naughty idea!”
“Oh?” Jeff asked, intrigued. “What would that be?”
“Bill is out of town tonight,” Jane said. “I’m sure you knew that, he probably told you about his business trip.”
“Sure, he asked me to recommend some good strip clubs in Atlanta.”
“I’ll bet he did! I’ll bet you knew which to recommend, too! But anyway...think Betsy would let you blindfold her when you tied her up?”
“I guess so...why?”
“God, you must be getting older!” Jane laughed. “Think, old man! If Betsy’s blindfolded, she won’t be able to see who’s tickling her, will she?”
“No--wait a minute! You mean--“
“I mean, I’ll be hiding in the closet until the blindfold goes on. Then you can sit back and watch me tickle her! Won’t that be fun?”
Jeff couldn’t believe his ears. This kind of thing only happened in movies, the kind the video store keeps in the little room behind the red curtain. And yet, here it was, happening to him!
“Jane,” Jeff said, quietly, “I think we could pull it off!”
“Sure we could!” Jane said. “Think how sexy that would be, watching your wife getting tickled by her best friend! Like a porno movie in your own bedroom! What say?”
Jeff was silent for a moment, contemplating. Then he spoke. “Jane...be at my house at eight.”
“So, how was your dinner, birthday boy?” Betsy asked coyly, as she gazed at her husband across the candlelit dinner table.
“Excellent,” Jeff said earnestly. “All my favorites. You really know what I like, honey.”
“I sure do,” Betsy purred. Jeff felt Betsy’s nylon-sheathed toes slide up his calf, under his pant leg. “And there’s lots more to come, too.”
“I know, and I can’t wait,” Jeff said eagerly.
“You don’t have to,” Betsy said. She slowly got up from her chair. “Go to the bedroom and make yourself comfortable. I’ll join you in a few minutes.”
Betsy walked around the table, gave Jeff a prolonged, passionate kiss, then sauntered off into the guest bedroom. Jeff knew this was where she had kept her harem-girl costume. As soon as the door closed, Jeff got up and walked swiftly to the front door. His heart hammered in his chest as he opened the door.
“Jane?” he whispered into the night. “Jane!”
“Right here,” Jane whispered back, stepping into view from the shadows. She was wearing navy blue sweats, and blended into the night. “Are we ready?”
“We’d better hurry. Come on!” Jeff waved her into the house. Together they hurried up the stairs to the master bedroom. Jeff opened the closet door for her.
“Are you sure you want to go through with this?” Jeff asked.
“Am I sure?” Jane repeated. “Jeff, dear, this is going to be the most fun I’ve had in a long time! I can’t wait to get my hands on Betsy!”
“Oh?” Jeff asked, raising an eyebrow. “Do we have a lesbian fantasy going on here?”
“You wish,” Jane said, punching Jeff in the arm. “Honestly, you men! Just because you can’t admit you think another man is good-looking without worrying about being labeled a homo, doesn’t mean we have those hang-ups! I’m not afraid to say I think Betsy is a very sexy woman! I don’t want to eat her pussy, but the idea of making her squirm by running my fingernails over her lusciously tanned skin does give me a thrill!”
“Well, you’d better get in there!” Jeff said. “I hear her coming!”
Jane ducked into the closet, and wiggled her fingers at Jeff as he closed the door. Jeff quickly lay down on the bed, facing the door. He heard Betsy approach on the other side.
“Why the closed door, birthday boy?” he heard her ask, through the door.
“I wanted to take it all in at once,” Jeff said. “Watch you come in.”
“Anything you wish, master,” Betsy purred. She slowly opened the door. Jeff’s eyes got as wide as dinner plates as he beheld his wife in the harem costume. It was very much like the one Barbara Eden had worn on television! Short pink bikini-top and short red jacket; bare midriff, showing off Betsy’s washboard stomach; thin, filmy pink harem pants; red satin slippers with pearls sewn into them. A translucent pink veil covered the lower half of Betsy’s face, and her hair was done up into a ponytail and held in place with an assortment of pearls and gold-lame yarn. She had used a great deal of powder-blue eye shadow, and skillfully applied black eyeliner to give her eyes a slanted, Egyptian look.
“Do I please thee, master?” Betsy cooed.
“Very much,” Jeff said, breathily.
“Shall I dance for thee?” Betsy asked.
Jeff nodded vigorously.
Betsy began dancing. It was a classic Arabian belly-dance, with all the movements, undulations, and gestures involved. Her lithe body flowed like liquid as she moved from one step to the next, a series of smooth, fluid transitions that made it all seem like one gracious movement. Jeff was getting seriously turned on watching this! Betsy’s hips ground against the empty air, as if inviting Jeff to take her right there. Her arms flowed and fluttered like butterflies, beckoning him hither. Finally, the dance finished with Betsy slowly sinking to the floor, on her knees, bending back almost double, her shoulder blades resting against her heels.
Jeff applauded loudly. “Bravo!” he hooted. “Wow! That must have been some tape you rented!”
“Did my dance please thee, master?” Betsy asked, slowly rising from her position on the floor.
“Does this answer your question?” Jeff asked, pointing to the bulge in the front of his pants.
Betsy giggled. “I see. I am happy you find your slave girl alluring. Is there any little thing you would like to do to me, before you take me as your own?”
“Well, now that you mention it,” Jeff said, coyly, “I’d like to tie you to this bed and tickle the daylights out of you!”
“I thought you might, master,” Betsy breathed. “Look in the drawer of the night table.”
Jeff opened the drawer, and found a handful of Betsy’s old nylon stockings. He knew Betsy meant for him to tie her with these; he could tie them as tight as he liked, and they would not chafe her skin.
Jeff rose from the bed, and swept his arm toward it. Betsy bowed her head in supplication, and lay down on the bed, in a spread-eagle position. Jeff swiftly tied her wrists and ankles to the legs of the bed with the stockings, allowing just enough slack for her to squirm slightly.
“I have a final surprise,” Jeff said, opening his dresser drawer. He took out a red silk handkerchief that someone in his office had given him in a Secret Santa drawing, and he had never used. “I want to blindfold you.”
“As you wish, master,” Betsy said. She obediently raised her head off the pillow and closed her eyes, allowing Jeff to tie the handkerchief around her eyes.
“Are you comfortable, slave?” Jeff asked.
“Very, master,” Betsy said with a smile. “I await your pleasure.”
“You won’t have long to wait,” Jeff said coyly. He moved silently to the closet, and carefully opened the door. He had to stop himself from gasping audibly when he opened it. Jane had taken off her sweats, and was wearing nothing but a filmy black teddy! Jane must have seen the surprise on Jeff’s face, for she smiled and put a finger to her lips to keep him quiet. She pointed at a chair that faced the bed, and Jeff slowly settled into it to watch the fun.
Jane crept onto the bed next to Betsy. Her friend’s flat stomach, exposed by the bare midriff of the harem costume, must have looked particularly inviting, for she started there. She playfully poked at it with her fingertips, making a gentle pinching motion and drawing her hand away. Betsy squealed at the touch. Jane’s hand darted in a few more times for quick little pinches of Betsy’s stomach. Then she began fluttering her fingernails all over Betsy’s flat tummy. This made Betsy burst out in a fit of giggles.
“HEEHEEHEEHEEHEE!! Oh, master! HEEHEEHEEHEEHEE!! My God, Jeff! HAHAHAHAHAHA!! W-what are you using on me? HAHAHAHAHA!!”
Jeff panicked for a second. Betsy could tell the difference between Jane’s sharp fingernails and his own clumsy fingers!
“Just some banjo picks,” Jeff said casually, quickly remembering another bondage tickling session he had managed to talk Betsy into. “What’s the matter, do they tickle too much?”
“HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!! They tickle like hell!! HAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!”
Jane smirked at Betsy’s plight. She looked over her shoulder, winked at Jeff, then returned her attention to Betsy. She let her fingernails roam around to Betsy’s sides, scraping and poking at her rib cage. Betsy was bouncing up and down on the bed as much as her bonds allowed. Laughter was pouring from her throat in a steady stream.
Jeff watched the look on Jane’s face. She was grinning maliciously, obviously enjoying watching her friend squirm and laugh. Jeff stole a glance at the front of her teddy; he could tell by her erect nipples that Jane was getting turned on by this!
“OH GOD, NOT THERE!!” Betsy shrieked, as Jane began to slowly trace the inner rim of her belly button with her index fingernail. “HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!! N-not the belly button!! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!” Betsy’s head thrashed from side to side on the pillow; her cheeks were beginning to flush as bright red as the handkerchief that bound her eyes.
Jane slowly stopped tickling Betsy’s stomach. She sat back on the bed and watched Betsy pant and gasp for breath. Her hand crept to Betsy’s thigh, but rather than tickling, she gently stroked her palm up and down Betsy’s thigh through the thin silk harem pants.
“Whew,” Betsy breathed. “You’re some tickler, Jeff! Had...enough? I know I have!”
Jane grinned at Jeff, and slowly shook her head no. She stretched out on her stomach on the bed, next to Betsy. She propped her chin on her left hand, and with her right hand reached out to slowly remove the slipper from Betsy’s right foot.
Betsy’s head popped up when she felt the slipper being tugged away. “Jeff! What are you doing down there? Oh, no! Not my feet! Please, Jeff, no more--AAHHH!”
Betsy’s plea ended in a shriek of laughter, as Jane’s sharp nails began scribbling up and down the bottom of her foot. Betsy’s foot twitched and flailed, trying to get away from the awful tickling touch, but Jane’s hand followed it wherever it went. Her fingernails danced along Betsy’s arch, across the ball of her foot, over her instep, and at the ultra-sensitive spot beneath her toes.
“HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!” Betsy’s laughter reached a feverish crescendo. “HAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHA!! Oh my GA-HA-HAD!! HAHAHAHAHAHA!!” She bounced up and down on the bed, her head lifting and slamming back into the pillow again and again, almost as if she were trying to knock herself out to escape the tickling. Jane smirked at Betsy’s foot, enjoying watching it twitch and quiver. Finally she took hold of Betsy’s foot with her left hand, wrapping her fingers around the broadest part of Betsy’s sole, and began slowly poking her index fingernail between Betsy’s toes.
“Oh! Oh! N-not between my toes! NO! Oh, HAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!” Betsy shrieked. “Jeff, plee-hee-heeze!! HAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!”
“No mercy for you, slave,” Jeff taunted, hoping Betsy wouldn’t notice that his voice came from across the room. But her own laughter drowned it out effectively. “You’re going to get tickled until I say you’ve had enough!”
Jane stifled a giggle at Jeff’s dialogue. She continued gently tickling between Betsy’s toes with her index fingernail, slowly sliding it down between each pair of toes and back up again. Betsy howled and shrieked with laughter, thrashing on the bed as much as her bonds allowed.
“HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!! Oh, shih-hih-hit!! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!! Goddammit!! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!”
When Jane tired of Betsy’s toes, she gently spider-walked her fingernails up Betsy’s leg. She began gently squeezing just above Betsy’s knee, which drove her into further hysterics. Then she let her fingernails creep around under Betsy’s knee and gently tickled the soft space behind her knee.
“Ooh! Ooh! HOOHOOHOOHOO!! Jeh-heh-heff!! Ooh! Oh, HAHAHAHAHAHA!!”
Jane stole a glance at Jeff, and silently mouthed the words, “Where now?”
Jeff raised his left arm, and pointed to his armpit with his right index finger. Jane grinned and nodded. She quickly ran her fingernails up Betsy’s side, making her shriek with laughter. She let her fingernails linger at the base of Betsy’s armpit, just below the smooth hollow, making slow lazy circles on the tender skin.
“Ooh! Oh! Oh! Oh, Jeff, don’t! HEEHEEHEE!! N-not under my arms!! HAHAHA!! J-Jeff, that’s not fair! HAHAHAHAHAHA!! Y-you know wha-HA-hat that does to me-hee-hee!! HAHAHAHAHA!!”
Jane grinned even more wolfishly at that. She drew two more lazy circles on the smooth skin below Betsy’s armpit, then on the third circle let the arc widen to take her fingernail into the tender hollow space.
“AAAAAAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!” Betsy leaped as though a dentist’s drill had pierced a nerve as Jane’s sharp fingernail glided into her armpit. Jane gaped with delight at Betsy’s ticklish torment, and began scribbling all five fingernails in Betsy’s armpit. Betsy howled and bounced on the bed, The red silk handkerchief was damp with her sweat and tears.
“HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!! Jeff, plee-hee-heeze!! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!! N-no mo-ho-hore!! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!! Goddammit, Jeff, I’m begging you! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!”
Jane only reached across Betsy’s writhing body, to tickle her other armpit with her other hand. Betsy’s wails of laughter grew even louder as the tickle assault was doubled. She thrashed and flopped on the bed like a fish in the bottom of a fisherman’s boat. Jane’s fingers moved so quickly, they were blurred to Jeff’s vision. The sharp nails danced across Betsy’s tender skin, creating fireworks of tactile sensation that overwhelmed her. Her entire body was one giant nerve, stimulated to the breaking point.
Jane decided to get creative, and let her fingers roam. Her sharp nails dancing like hyperactive spiders, she let her hands explore Betsy’s entire upper body. The sides of her neck, the tender front of her throat, the skin between her throat and her breasts, the insides of her upper arms; none of it was safe. Betsy continued to laugh, mostly silent squeaks now, as she could not draw sufficient breath to make sounds.
Jane’s hand moved down to Betsy’s breast, intending to see how ticklish this classically sensitive spot was. When her fingertips brushed against Betsy’s nipple, she was astonished at the feel of it. It was as hard as a rock, standing straight up, pressing against the thin material of the harem costume as if to burst free any second! Jane gently rolled the stiff nipple between her thumb and forefinger, testing its hardness. Betsy’s laughter turned to moans of pleasure as this new sensation, much more pleasant, broke through the tickles.
“Shit!” Jane involuntarily gasped, amazed at the hardness of the nipple. Jeff silently gasped; Jane’s hand flew to her mouth, her eyes wide open in terror.
“What?” Betsy gasped. “What was that? Jeff? Jeff, what the fuck is going on?”
“I--I’m just surprised at how much you’re enjoying this, honey,” Jeff said. “My voice caught in my throat, so I probably sounded like--“
“Bullshit!” Betsy snapped, lifting her head off the pillow. “That wasn’t your voice, Jeff, and I know it! Shit! There’s someone else in this room! You motherfucker, get this blindfold off me right now!”
Jane looked at Jeff, a horrified look on her face. Jeff’s heart was frozen with terror that he had gone too far. There was nothing to do now but comply. He got up from his chair, and untied Betsy’s blindfold. The beautiful blonde gaped in disbelief when she saw her best friend sitting on the bed, her face red with shame.
“Jane?” Betsy demanded. “Jane? Jeff, you brought Jane in here? I don’t believe this! I absolutely do not fucking believe this!”
“Betsy, it was my idea,” Jane said weakly. “Jeff told me what you had planned for his birthday, and I--well, I thought it would be fun to--“
“To what?” Betsy demanded. “To trick me into thinking it was my husband tickling me, while all the time it was you? God damn it! I don’t--“
“Betsy,” Jeff said, firmly, “it was just a joke. And yes, it probably went too far. But can you deny how excited it’s made you?”
Betsy opened her mouth to deny it, but she could feel the moisture between her legs. “Well---“
“And we’re all the best of friends, Betsy,” Jane encouraged. “You know it’ll never go any farther than this room. We flirt with each other all the time, and it’s all in fun. So what’s the harm?”
Betsy had no answer for that. Jeff sat down on the bed next to her, and started gently massaging her thigh.
“Betsy, I understand if you’re angry with us,” Jeff said. “All I can say is that we’re sorry.”
“Yeah, we really are,” Jane added.
“Jane, you’d better go home,” Jeff said. “I’m sure Betsy will call you, in a day or two--“
“Wait,” Betsy said. Jane and Jeff both looked at her. “I--I want Jane to stay.”
Jane’s eyes lit up; Jeff’s opened wide in surprise. “You do?” Jane asked.
“Yeah,” Betsy said, a little confusion in her voice. “Jeff’s right; the tickling made me really, really hot. And somehow, knowing it was you, Jane, doesn’t take away from it. If anything it makes it even sexier.”
“Really?” Jeff asked, raising an eyebrow.
“Yeah, really,” Betsy said. “So...I’d like Jane to stay.”
“Oh?” Jane asked, holding up her fingers and wiggling them. “Want me to tickle you some more, Bets?”
“No!” Betsy snapped, face suddenly fearful. “Dammit, no! No more of that! But...but I want you to be here. I want you to be in the room, when Jeff and I...” Betsy did not finish her sentence. But her meaning was clear.
Jeff could not believe his luck. “Jane, how does that sound to you?”
“Fabulous!” Jane squealed, sitting down on the bed at Betsy’s head. “I can’t wait!”
“Untie my legs, Jeff,” Betsy said. “Just my legs.”
Jeff winked at Betsy, and began untying the nylon stockings that held her ankles. This done, he slowly pulled down the gauzy harem pants. He gently felt the front of Betsy’s pink silk panties; they were soaking wet, and not with urine. The air filled with a delicious, pungent aroma as Jeff pulled the panties down past Betsy’s ankles, and tossed them away. Jeff quickly shed his own pants, his stiff erection popping out eagerly.
“Eat me, Jeff,” Betsy breathed. “I want to feel your tongue inside me.”
Jeff smiled, and bent his head to Betsy’s crotch. His tongue slowly extended from his mouth; Betsy gasped as she could feel his warm breath on her vaginal lips. She wrapped her legs across Jeff’s back and urged him forward. The tip of his tongue barely brushed Betsy’s pussy and she let out a shriek. Jane watched from her seat on the bed with wide-eyed interest. Jeff slowly traced the outline of Betsy’s vaginal lips with the tip of his tongue, up one side and down the other. Betsy moaned and gasped and cursed, tugging at the stockings that held her ankles.
“Oh! Oh! Ah! Ahh! Shit! Ngh! Nnngh!! Jeff! JEFF! Ahh! Oh, my GOD, JEFF!!”
Jeff allowed his tongue to dip deeper into Betsy’s pussy, eliciting louder shrieks from her. His lips brushed against her vaginal lips, and he gently sucked the tender skin there. Betsy was hyperventilating now, breathing in quick, ragged gasps. She could no longer form words, but Jeff knew that she would climax soon. He wanted to end the oral teasing and drive his shaft, hard as steel from the show Jane put on for him, into her waiting cradle of love.
Jane, however, had other ideas. “Hey, Bets...ever been eaten out and tickled at the same time?”
Betsy’s eyes, scrunched shut with passion, bounced wide open. She craned her neck to stare at Jane in horror. “Jane, NO--!”
But Jane was not to be denied. Her fingernails descended on Betsy’s smooth skin like eagles swooping down on a rabbit. Her nails skittered up and down Betsy’s sides, making her squeal with laughter.
“JANE!! HAHAHAHAHAHAHA!! JA-HAY-HANE!! HAHAHAHAHAHAHA!! I’M GONNA KILL YOO-HOO-HOO!!! HAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!”
All the while, Jeff continued to orally tease Betsy. His tongue flickered rapidly, fluttering its tip across her soaked pussy. Jane’s fingernails roamed all over Betsy’s skin, across her belly, up and down her sides, finally across her breasts. Betsy let out a loud shriek when Jane’s nails skittered across her breasts; her rock-hard nipples strained against the thin silk bikini top. Jane yanked the top down, and Betsy’s firm breasts popped out of it. Jane’s nails then danced lightly across the bare breasts and stiff nipples, making Betsy gasp for breath.
“Ah! Ahh! Jane! Oh! Oh! Ohhhh, Jaaaaaaane, dammit!! Oooooh!!”
Jeff knew Betsy couldn’t stand much more. Balancing himself on his elbows, he swiftly entered Betsy with a quick thrust that made her scream with pleasure.
“AAAAAAAAAHHHH!!! JEEEEEEEFFFFF!!! AAAAAAAAAHHHH!!!”
Jeff began thrusting in and out with quick, rhythmic strokes. Betsy let out a loud squeal with each piston thrust. Jane continued to tease Betsy’s torso with her fingernails, gently circling the base of her nipples with her index fingernails. As Betsy’s hips thrust forward, and Jeff knew she was about to climax, Jane’s hands crept into the smooth, hollow spaces under her arms. She let out the loudest shriek of the evening, and her hips relaxed in a shudder. Jeff knew, being tickled in this most sensitive area overwhelmed her beyond anything else.
“Jane, stoppit!” Betsy begged between howls of laughter. “I can’t--HAHAHAHAHA!! C-can’t come when you do-hoo-hoo that! HA! HA! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!”
“Oh, sure you can, Bets,” Jane encouraged, tickling under her arms gently but swiftly. “Coochie coochie coo-oo-oo!!”
“Jeff! Jeh-heh-heff! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!! M-make her sta-ha-hap!! HAHAHAHAHAHA!!”
“Now, why would I want to do that?” Jeff asked. He withdrew from Betsy in a quick fluid backward thrust, making her gasp sharply. He then straddled her hips in such a way to immobilize her legs, but leave her overstimulated, hypersensitive vaginal area untouched. He then proceeded to tickle her stomach and ribs, ravaging her tender skin with his fingers.
“I never did get to do any tickling tonight,” Jeff said coyly.
“HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!! Stop! STA-HA-HAP!!” Betsy begged.
Jane did stop, and leaned back to watch Jeff. Jeff’s tickling was more wild, less methodical than Jane’s. But it obviously tickled just as much! His fingers roamed all over Betsy’s stomach and sides. He counted her ribs, squeezing each one between his forefinger and thumb. He gently poked his index finger into her navel and wiggled it cruelly. Betsy was reducing to a quivering mass of tickled flesh, heaving in gulps of air and expelling it as frenzied laughter.
“What do you think, Jane?” Jeff asked. “Has she had enough?”
“Maybe,” Jane said. “Let’s see if she’s ready to beg.” Jeff stopped tickling, and Jane leaned down to Betsy’s face. The bound blonde’s face was flushed beet-red from hyperventilation, and tears streamed down her cheeks. “Betsy? Betsy-poo? Want to get to orgasm at last?”
Betsy could only nod, vigorously.
“I thought so,” Jane smirked. “If you want Jeff to make you come, all you have to do is ask me to tickle you under your arms.”
Betsy opened her eyes halfway to stare at Jane. “Wha--?”
“That’s right,” Jane said sweetly. “Ask me to tickle under your arms. And make it sound sincere. Otherwise Jeff won’t let you come. We’ll leave you here all night without release.”
“That--that’s not fair!” Betsy blurted. “That’s torture!”
“That’s right,” Jane agreed. “Now come on, Betsy. You must be dying to get off. What does Jane want to hear?”
“...tickle under my arms,” Betsy mumbled.
“What’s that?” Jane asked, comically cupping a hand to her ear. “I couldn’t get that.”
“Tickle under my arms!” Betsy snapped. “Please, Jane, please tickle under my arms! I’m begging! Okay?”
“Okay,” Jane giggled, climbing onto Betsy’s outstretched arms. She quickly spider-walked her fingers down Betsy’s upper arms, and right into the hollow spaces of her armpits. Betsy shrieked as Jane furiously tickled these ultra-sensitive spots. Her head thrashed from side to side on the pillow. Jane tickled her for about two minutes, before Jeff got back into it. He mounted Betsy again, but balanced himself on his knees, leaving his hands free. As he thrusted in and out of Betsy’s pussy, his hands scribbled all over her stomach and sides, tickling her madly. Betsy shrieked with laughter, her head jerking up and down on the pillow, as the sensations overwhelmed her. After about five minutes of combined thrusting and tickling, Jane slowed down her underarm tickling to a gentle brushing of her fingertips. Jeff began thrusting harder; Betsy’s hips ground against his, and he knew she was nearing orgasm again. This time, he wanted to give it to her. He reached up and pinched her nipples, squeezing gently but firmly. Betsy shrieked loudly, inhaled sharply, and shrieked again. Her eyes squeezed shut and she bit her lower lip, as the flood-tide was about to finally break. Jeff could feel himself nearing eruption as well; they were going to climax together. Jane was watching it all intently, and she knew the end was near. Jeff’s final thrust brought his face right over Betsy’s. His wife’s eyes were still closed, and Jane leaned in forward. Her lips and Jeff’s met briefly; their tongues entwined in a deep, passionate kiss just as Betsy screamed at the top of her lungs with the most intense orgasm of her life, with Jeff coming simultaneously with her, shooting his load into her with the force of a fire hose.
Jane drew back from the kiss. There was a look of guilty pleasure on her face as she licked her lips, tasting Jeff’s flavor again. Jeff looked down at Betsy as her eyes fluttered open.
“You guys....” Betsy gasped breathily, “that....was amazing.”
Jane giggled. “Not still mad at us, Bets?”
“I should be,” Betsy said, feigning anger. Then she smiled. “But I...just had...the best orgasm...ever. So I can’t complain.”
Jeff grinned, and leaned down to kiss Betsy on her eyelids and the tip of her nose. “Thanks for an amazing birthday present, Betsy.”
“You’re welcome,” Betsy smiled. “You’d better come up with something special for my birthday, mister!”
“Well, I’d better leave you two lovebirds alone,” Jane said, hopping off the bed. She retrieved her sweats and sneakers from the closet, and quickly put them on.
“I’ll walk you to your car, Jane,” Jeff said, as she donned her clothes. “You’ll be okay for a couple minutes, Betsy?”
“Uh huh,” Betsy said, still panting. “Can’t move, anyway...too exhausted. I’ll be fine.”
“Bye, Betsy,” Jane said. “Thanks for a lovely evening.”
Betsy could only grin, as Jeff and Jane left the room.
Outside the house, the pair stopped before Jane’s car. She looked up at him. “That was unexpected, huh?”
“The kiss, you mean?” Jeff said. “It sure was. What do you suppose it was?”
“Heat of the moment,” Jane shrugged. “We just got caught up in it, is all. No need to ever tell Betsy, or Bill.”
“You’re right. Why hurt them unnecessarily?”
“Exactly. Well, I’m gonna go. Bill will be home later, and frankly, I’m as horny as a ten-horned bull now! I think Bill’s gonna get a big surprise!”
Jeff laughed. “Go get him! And thanks again, for everything tonight.”
“My pleasure. Say, here’s a thought. I know what you can do for Betsy’s birthday!”
“What?”
“Let her tie you up and tickle you!”
Jeff raised an eyebrow. “And would you be helping this time, too?”
Jane winked. “That would be telling.”
THE END
Jeff was putting bread into the toaster, preparing breakfast before going to work. He heard his wife Betsy walk up behind him, but did not move, did not give away that he heard her. Obviously she was trying to surprise him, so he would let her.
“Happy Birthday!” Betsy squealed, throwing her arms around Jeff’s neck. “How’s it feel to be a year older?”
“Not that much different,” Jeff said, turning around in Betsy’s arms to kiss her.
“Well, just wait a few years,” Betsy said. “Old age will catch up with you, soon enough!”
“Probably it will,” Jeff admitted. “So, where’s my present?”
Betsy looked at Jeff slyly. “I thought I might give it to you later. Say, tonight, after a candlelight dinner for two.”
“Betsy, at least tell me what it is!” Jeff pleaded. “You’ve been telling me for weeks that you had a special surprise for my birthday, and I’ve been going crazy trying to figure it out! If I have to go all day without knowing, I’ll never get any work done!”
“Well, that would ruin the surprise, wouldn’t it?” Betsy said. “But, if you reeeeeally want to know...”
“I do, I do!” Jeff insisted. “Come on, what is it?”
“Well...” Betsy began, hesitantly. “It’s something special that I’m going to do.”
“Well, what is it?” Jeff asked. “Something you’re going to cook, or something?”
“No, that’s not it. Although things will probably get hot.”
“Come on, Betsy, I refuse to be married to the Riddler! Out with it!”
“Okay, here it is,” Betsy said. She took a deep breath, as if preparing herself to say something she didn’t want to say. “I’ve rented a harem girl’s costume. Just like Barbara Eden wore in ‘I Dream Of Jeannie’.”
Jeff’s eyes widened. “You have?”
Betsy nodded. “Uh huh. I tried it on, at the party store. I look damn good in it!”
“Wow,” Jeff said. He couldn’t believe what he was hearing.
“Weeks ago, I rented a video on how to belly-dance,” Betsy said. “Whenever I had some time to myself, when you wouldn’t be home, I practiced it. I’ve gotten pretty good at it!”
“Betsy, I--wow!” Jeff stammered. “You’ve done all that?”
“Well, I know it’s been a fantasy of yours for a long time,” Betsy said. “I want to be the woman of your dreams, you know. All your dreams.”
Jeff hugged his wife more tightly. “You already are, honey. You know that.”
“I know,” Betsy said. “But I know how much you want this, and I want to do it for you. And...there’s more.”
“More?” Jeff asked, eyebrow raising.
“Uh huh,” Betsy said. “After I do my dance for you, I’m going to let you....tie me to the bed....and tickle me.”
Jeff’s eyes bounced wide open. His wife knew how erotic tickling was to him, how much it turned him on. But she was so desperately ticklish, she hated to be tickled anywhere for more than a few seconds. “Betsy, you mean this? You’re really going to do it?”
“It’s not going to be easy,” Betsy admitted. “I don’t know how much I’m going to be able to take! Promise you’ll go easy on me?”
“I’ll try,” Jeff said. “Once I’ve got you where I want you, I may not be able to hold back!”
“I know,” Betsy gulped. “But it’s your birthday, and I know how much this means to you. So I’m willing to take the risk!” Betsy sighed exaggeratedly. “I can only hope you’ll get so turned on from tickling me, you’ll want to get to the sex quickly!”
Jeff hugged his lovely wife again. “Want me to leave you tied up when I do?”
“You bet!” Betsy growled. She enjoyed bondage sex. Being restrained while making love heightened her abandonment and her pleasure. “I hope you know what a sacrifice this is for me, Jeff. You know being tickled is like going to the dentist, for me!”
“I know, and I think you’re the most wonderful wife in the world,” Jeff said enthusiastically. “I’ll have to cook up something extra-special for your birthday!”
Betsy giggled. “Want me to make out a list of ideas?”
In answer, Jeff gave her a swat on the behind, which set her off laughing.
“Jeff, hi!” the voice on the other end of the phone said. “Happy Birthday!”
“Hi, Jane!”Jeff said into the phone. “How are you?” Jane was one of Betsy’s closest friends. Her husband Bill and she had become very close with Jeff and Betsy. The two couples did many things together, even went away on a vacation together. While neither couple would ever consider being unfaithful to their spouses, some good-natured flirting among them had occurred.
“Just wanted to call and wish you a happy birthday,” Jane said. “What is this, now, your fiftieth? Sixtieth?”
“Smart ass,” Jeff chuckled. “Keep that up and I’ll let Bill borrow my spanking paddle, like he’s been asking.”
“Ooh, I might enjoy that too much,” Jane purred. “So, got big plans for the big day?”
“Actually, we do,” Jeff said coyly. “Nothing tender ears should hear, though.”
“Bullshit!” Jane laughed. “You think you can come up with anything that would shock me? Who was the first to take her top off, when the four of us had that hot-tub party last month?”
“Point taken,” Jeff said. He looked around quickly. He was alone in his office, the door was closed, and no one was expected. “Okay, here it is. Betsy’s decided to let me have one of my favorite sexual fantasies for my birthday.”
“Oh, wow!” Jane squealed. “That is so hot! So what is it? Whips? A threesome? Filling the hot-tub with pineapple Jell-O?”
“Nothing like that, you kook,” Jeff chided. “No, it’s--pineapple Jell-O?”
“Or lime, whatever. Bill and I prefer strawberry.”
Jeff shook his head quickly. “Anyway, this involves a costume. A harem girl’s costume, like Barbara Eden.”
“Oh, one of those kind of fantasies!” Jane said. “Yeah, those can get really hot! When I rented the Catwoman costume for Bill, I was walking funny for three days!”
“TMI, Jane,” Jeff chided. “Anyway, she’s been learning to belly-dance for me. And after that, she’s going to let me tie her down.”
“And tickle her?” Jane asked.
Jeff did a double-take. “Wha--how did you--“
“How did I know you were a tickle fiend?” Jane asked. “Girl talk, Jeff. Betsy and I know most of each other’s husband’s quirks, if not all. What, tell me you and Bill don’t talk about us like that!”
Jeff was silent on that point, for he had to admit it was true. “So, is she gonna let you do it? She’s told me how much she hates it!”
“Yes, it drives her crazy,” Jeff said. “But she’s going to let me do it! She’s hoping I go easy on her and get right down to business after not too much tickling.”
“Fat chance of that!” Jane giggled. “Say, Jeff...I just had a really naughty idea!”
“Oh?” Jeff asked, intrigued. “What would that be?”
“Bill is out of town tonight,” Jane said. “I’m sure you knew that, he probably told you about his business trip.”
“Sure, he asked me to recommend some good strip clubs in Atlanta.”
“I’ll bet he did! I’ll bet you knew which to recommend, too! But anyway...think Betsy would let you blindfold her when you tied her up?”
“I guess so...why?”
“God, you must be getting older!” Jane laughed. “Think, old man! If Betsy’s blindfolded, she won’t be able to see who’s tickling her, will she?”
“No--wait a minute! You mean--“
“I mean, I’ll be hiding in the closet until the blindfold goes on. Then you can sit back and watch me tickle her! Won’t that be fun?”
Jeff couldn’t believe his ears. This kind of thing only happened in movies, the kind the video store keeps in the little room behind the red curtain. And yet, here it was, happening to him!
“Jane,” Jeff said, quietly, “I think we could pull it off!”
“Sure we could!” Jane said. “Think how sexy that would be, watching your wife getting tickled by her best friend! Like a porno movie in your own bedroom! What say?”
Jeff was silent for a moment, contemplating. Then he spoke. “Jane...be at my house at eight.”
“So, how was your dinner, birthday boy?” Betsy asked coyly, as she gazed at her husband across the candlelit dinner table.
“Excellent,” Jeff said earnestly. “All my favorites. You really know what I like, honey.”
“I sure do,” Betsy purred. Jeff felt Betsy’s nylon-sheathed toes slide up his calf, under his pant leg. “And there’s lots more to come, too.”
“I know, and I can’t wait,” Jeff said eagerly.
“You don’t have to,” Betsy said. She slowly got up from her chair. “Go to the bedroom and make yourself comfortable. I’ll join you in a few minutes.”
Betsy walked around the table, gave Jeff a prolonged, passionate kiss, then sauntered off into the guest bedroom. Jeff knew this was where she had kept her harem-girl costume. As soon as the door closed, Jeff got up and walked swiftly to the front door. His heart hammered in his chest as he opened the door.
“Jane?” he whispered into the night. “Jane!”
“Right here,” Jane whispered back, stepping into view from the shadows. She was wearing navy blue sweats, and blended into the night. “Are we ready?”
“We’d better hurry. Come on!” Jeff waved her into the house. Together they hurried up the stairs to the master bedroom. Jeff opened the closet door for her.
“Are you sure you want to go through with this?” Jeff asked.
“Am I sure?” Jane repeated. “Jeff, dear, this is going to be the most fun I’ve had in a long time! I can’t wait to get my hands on Betsy!”
“Oh?” Jeff asked, raising an eyebrow. “Do we have a lesbian fantasy going on here?”
“You wish,” Jane said, punching Jeff in the arm. “Honestly, you men! Just because you can’t admit you think another man is good-looking without worrying about being labeled a homo, doesn’t mean we have those hang-ups! I’m not afraid to say I think Betsy is a very sexy woman! I don’t want to eat her pussy, but the idea of making her squirm by running my fingernails over her lusciously tanned skin does give me a thrill!”
“Well, you’d better get in there!” Jeff said. “I hear her coming!”
Jane ducked into the closet, and wiggled her fingers at Jeff as he closed the door. Jeff quickly lay down on the bed, facing the door. He heard Betsy approach on the other side.
“Why the closed door, birthday boy?” he heard her ask, through the door.
“I wanted to take it all in at once,” Jeff said. “Watch you come in.”
“Anything you wish, master,” Betsy purred. She slowly opened the door. Jeff’s eyes got as wide as dinner plates as he beheld his wife in the harem costume. It was very much like the one Barbara Eden had worn on television! Short pink bikini-top and short red jacket; bare midriff, showing off Betsy’s washboard stomach; thin, filmy pink harem pants; red satin slippers with pearls sewn into them. A translucent pink veil covered the lower half of Betsy’s face, and her hair was done up into a ponytail and held in place with an assortment of pearls and gold-lame yarn. She had used a great deal of powder-blue eye shadow, and skillfully applied black eyeliner to give her eyes a slanted, Egyptian look.
“Do I please thee, master?” Betsy cooed.
“Very much,” Jeff said, breathily.
“Shall I dance for thee?” Betsy asked.
Jeff nodded vigorously.
Betsy began dancing. It was a classic Arabian belly-dance, with all the movements, undulations, and gestures involved. Her lithe body flowed like liquid as she moved from one step to the next, a series of smooth, fluid transitions that made it all seem like one gracious movement. Jeff was getting seriously turned on watching this! Betsy’s hips ground against the empty air, as if inviting Jeff to take her right there. Her arms flowed and fluttered like butterflies, beckoning him hither. Finally, the dance finished with Betsy slowly sinking to the floor, on her knees, bending back almost double, her shoulder blades resting against her heels.
Jeff applauded loudly. “Bravo!” he hooted. “Wow! That must have been some tape you rented!”
“Did my dance please thee, master?” Betsy asked, slowly rising from her position on the floor.
“Does this answer your question?” Jeff asked, pointing to the bulge in the front of his pants.
Betsy giggled. “I see. I am happy you find your slave girl alluring. Is there any little thing you would like to do to me, before you take me as your own?”
“Well, now that you mention it,” Jeff said, coyly, “I’d like to tie you to this bed and tickle the daylights out of you!”
“I thought you might, master,” Betsy breathed. “Look in the drawer of the night table.”
Jeff opened the drawer, and found a handful of Betsy’s old nylon stockings. He knew Betsy meant for him to tie her with these; he could tie them as tight as he liked, and they would not chafe her skin.
Jeff rose from the bed, and swept his arm toward it. Betsy bowed her head in supplication, and lay down on the bed, in a spread-eagle position. Jeff swiftly tied her wrists and ankles to the legs of the bed with the stockings, allowing just enough slack for her to squirm slightly.
“I have a final surprise,” Jeff said, opening his dresser drawer. He took out a red silk handkerchief that someone in his office had given him in a Secret Santa drawing, and he had never used. “I want to blindfold you.”
“As you wish, master,” Betsy said. She obediently raised her head off the pillow and closed her eyes, allowing Jeff to tie the handkerchief around her eyes.
“Are you comfortable, slave?” Jeff asked.
“Very, master,” Betsy said with a smile. “I await your pleasure.”
“You won’t have long to wait,” Jeff said coyly. He moved silently to the closet, and carefully opened the door. He had to stop himself from gasping audibly when he opened it. Jane had taken off her sweats, and was wearing nothing but a filmy black teddy! Jane must have seen the surprise on Jeff’s face, for she smiled and put a finger to her lips to keep him quiet. She pointed at a chair that faced the bed, and Jeff slowly settled into it to watch the fun.
Jane crept onto the bed next to Betsy. Her friend’s flat stomach, exposed by the bare midriff of the harem costume, must have looked particularly inviting, for she started there. She playfully poked at it with her fingertips, making a gentle pinching motion and drawing her hand away. Betsy squealed at the touch. Jane’s hand darted in a few more times for quick little pinches of Betsy’s stomach. Then she began fluttering her fingernails all over Betsy’s flat tummy. This made Betsy burst out in a fit of giggles.
“HEEHEEHEEHEEHEE!! Oh, master! HEEHEEHEEHEEHEE!! My God, Jeff! HAHAHAHAHAHA!! W-what are you using on me? HAHAHAHAHA!!”
Jeff panicked for a second. Betsy could tell the difference between Jane’s sharp fingernails and his own clumsy fingers!
“Just some banjo picks,” Jeff said casually, quickly remembering another bondage tickling session he had managed to talk Betsy into. “What’s the matter, do they tickle too much?”
“HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!! They tickle like hell!! HAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!”
Jane smirked at Betsy’s plight. She looked over her shoulder, winked at Jeff, then returned her attention to Betsy. She let her fingernails roam around to Betsy’s sides, scraping and poking at her rib cage. Betsy was bouncing up and down on the bed as much as her bonds allowed. Laughter was pouring from her throat in a steady stream.
Jeff watched the look on Jane’s face. She was grinning maliciously, obviously enjoying watching her friend squirm and laugh. Jeff stole a glance at the front of her teddy; he could tell by her erect nipples that Jane was getting turned on by this!
“OH GOD, NOT THERE!!” Betsy shrieked, as Jane began to slowly trace the inner rim of her belly button with her index fingernail. “HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!! N-not the belly button!! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!” Betsy’s head thrashed from side to side on the pillow; her cheeks were beginning to flush as bright red as the handkerchief that bound her eyes.
Jane slowly stopped tickling Betsy’s stomach. She sat back on the bed and watched Betsy pant and gasp for breath. Her hand crept to Betsy’s thigh, but rather than tickling, she gently stroked her palm up and down Betsy’s thigh through the thin silk harem pants.
“Whew,” Betsy breathed. “You’re some tickler, Jeff! Had...enough? I know I have!”
Jane grinned at Jeff, and slowly shook her head no. She stretched out on her stomach on the bed, next to Betsy. She propped her chin on her left hand, and with her right hand reached out to slowly remove the slipper from Betsy’s right foot.
Betsy’s head popped up when she felt the slipper being tugged away. “Jeff! What are you doing down there? Oh, no! Not my feet! Please, Jeff, no more--AAHHH!”
Betsy’s plea ended in a shriek of laughter, as Jane’s sharp nails began scribbling up and down the bottom of her foot. Betsy’s foot twitched and flailed, trying to get away from the awful tickling touch, but Jane’s hand followed it wherever it went. Her fingernails danced along Betsy’s arch, across the ball of her foot, over her instep, and at the ultra-sensitive spot beneath her toes.
“HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!” Betsy’s laughter reached a feverish crescendo. “HAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHA!! Oh my GA-HA-HAD!! HAHAHAHAHAHA!!” She bounced up and down on the bed, her head lifting and slamming back into the pillow again and again, almost as if she were trying to knock herself out to escape the tickling. Jane smirked at Betsy’s foot, enjoying watching it twitch and quiver. Finally she took hold of Betsy’s foot with her left hand, wrapping her fingers around the broadest part of Betsy’s sole, and began slowly poking her index fingernail between Betsy’s toes.
“Oh! Oh! N-not between my toes! NO! Oh, HAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!” Betsy shrieked. “Jeff, plee-hee-heeze!! HAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!”
“No mercy for you, slave,” Jeff taunted, hoping Betsy wouldn’t notice that his voice came from across the room. But her own laughter drowned it out effectively. “You’re going to get tickled until I say you’ve had enough!”
Jane stifled a giggle at Jeff’s dialogue. She continued gently tickling between Betsy’s toes with her index fingernail, slowly sliding it down between each pair of toes and back up again. Betsy howled and shrieked with laughter, thrashing on the bed as much as her bonds allowed.
“HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!! Oh, shih-hih-hit!! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!! Goddammit!! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!”
When Jane tired of Betsy’s toes, she gently spider-walked her fingernails up Betsy’s leg. She began gently squeezing just above Betsy’s knee, which drove her into further hysterics. Then she let her fingernails creep around under Betsy’s knee and gently tickled the soft space behind her knee.
“Ooh! Ooh! HOOHOOHOOHOO!! Jeh-heh-heff!! Ooh! Oh, HAHAHAHAHAHA!!”
Jane stole a glance at Jeff, and silently mouthed the words, “Where now?”
Jeff raised his left arm, and pointed to his armpit with his right index finger. Jane grinned and nodded. She quickly ran her fingernails up Betsy’s side, making her shriek with laughter. She let her fingernails linger at the base of Betsy’s armpit, just below the smooth hollow, making slow lazy circles on the tender skin.
“Ooh! Oh! Oh! Oh, Jeff, don’t! HEEHEEHEE!! N-not under my arms!! HAHAHA!! J-Jeff, that’s not fair! HAHAHAHAHAHA!! Y-you know wha-HA-hat that does to me-hee-hee!! HAHAHAHAHA!!”
Jane grinned even more wolfishly at that. She drew two more lazy circles on the smooth skin below Betsy’s armpit, then on the third circle let the arc widen to take her fingernail into the tender hollow space.
“AAAAAAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!” Betsy leaped as though a dentist’s drill had pierced a nerve as Jane’s sharp fingernail glided into her armpit. Jane gaped with delight at Betsy’s ticklish torment, and began scribbling all five fingernails in Betsy’s armpit. Betsy howled and bounced on the bed, The red silk handkerchief was damp with her sweat and tears.
“HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!! Jeff, plee-hee-heeze!! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!! N-no mo-ho-hore!! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!! Goddammit, Jeff, I’m begging you! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!”
Jane only reached across Betsy’s writhing body, to tickle her other armpit with her other hand. Betsy’s wails of laughter grew even louder as the tickle assault was doubled. She thrashed and flopped on the bed like a fish in the bottom of a fisherman’s boat. Jane’s fingers moved so quickly, they were blurred to Jeff’s vision. The sharp nails danced across Betsy’s tender skin, creating fireworks of tactile sensation that overwhelmed her. Her entire body was one giant nerve, stimulated to the breaking point.
Jane decided to get creative, and let her fingers roam. Her sharp nails dancing like hyperactive spiders, she let her hands explore Betsy’s entire upper body. The sides of her neck, the tender front of her throat, the skin between her throat and her breasts, the insides of her upper arms; none of it was safe. Betsy continued to laugh, mostly silent squeaks now, as she could not draw sufficient breath to make sounds.
Jane’s hand moved down to Betsy’s breast, intending to see how ticklish this classically sensitive spot was. When her fingertips brushed against Betsy’s nipple, she was astonished at the feel of it. It was as hard as a rock, standing straight up, pressing against the thin material of the harem costume as if to burst free any second! Jane gently rolled the stiff nipple between her thumb and forefinger, testing its hardness. Betsy’s laughter turned to moans of pleasure as this new sensation, much more pleasant, broke through the tickles.
“Shit!” Jane involuntarily gasped, amazed at the hardness of the nipple. Jeff silently gasped; Jane’s hand flew to her mouth, her eyes wide open in terror.
“What?” Betsy gasped. “What was that? Jeff? Jeff, what the fuck is going on?”
“I--I’m just surprised at how much you’re enjoying this, honey,” Jeff said. “My voice caught in my throat, so I probably sounded like--“
“Bullshit!” Betsy snapped, lifting her head off the pillow. “That wasn’t your voice, Jeff, and I know it! Shit! There’s someone else in this room! You motherfucker, get this blindfold off me right now!”
Jane looked at Jeff, a horrified look on her face. Jeff’s heart was frozen with terror that he had gone too far. There was nothing to do now but comply. He got up from his chair, and untied Betsy’s blindfold. The beautiful blonde gaped in disbelief when she saw her best friend sitting on the bed, her face red with shame.
“Jane?” Betsy demanded. “Jane? Jeff, you brought Jane in here? I don’t believe this! I absolutely do not fucking believe this!”
“Betsy, it was my idea,” Jane said weakly. “Jeff told me what you had planned for his birthday, and I--well, I thought it would be fun to--“
“To what?” Betsy demanded. “To trick me into thinking it was my husband tickling me, while all the time it was you? God damn it! I don’t--“
“Betsy,” Jeff said, firmly, “it was just a joke. And yes, it probably went too far. But can you deny how excited it’s made you?”
Betsy opened her mouth to deny it, but she could feel the moisture between her legs. “Well---“
“And we’re all the best of friends, Betsy,” Jane encouraged. “You know it’ll never go any farther than this room. We flirt with each other all the time, and it’s all in fun. So what’s the harm?”
Betsy had no answer for that. Jeff sat down on the bed next to her, and started gently massaging her thigh.
“Betsy, I understand if you’re angry with us,” Jeff said. “All I can say is that we’re sorry.”
“Yeah, we really are,” Jane added.
“Jane, you’d better go home,” Jeff said. “I’m sure Betsy will call you, in a day or two--“
“Wait,” Betsy said. Jane and Jeff both looked at her. “I--I want Jane to stay.”
Jane’s eyes lit up; Jeff’s opened wide in surprise. “You do?” Jane asked.
“Yeah,” Betsy said, a little confusion in her voice. “Jeff’s right; the tickling made me really, really hot. And somehow, knowing it was you, Jane, doesn’t take away from it. If anything it makes it even sexier.”
“Really?” Jeff asked, raising an eyebrow.
“Yeah, really,” Betsy said. “So...I’d like Jane to stay.”
“Oh?” Jane asked, holding up her fingers and wiggling them. “Want me to tickle you some more, Bets?”
“No!” Betsy snapped, face suddenly fearful. “Dammit, no! No more of that! But...but I want you to be here. I want you to be in the room, when Jeff and I...” Betsy did not finish her sentence. But her meaning was clear.
Jeff could not believe his luck. “Jane, how does that sound to you?”
“Fabulous!” Jane squealed, sitting down on the bed at Betsy’s head. “I can’t wait!”
“Untie my legs, Jeff,” Betsy said. “Just my legs.”
Jeff winked at Betsy, and began untying the nylon stockings that held her ankles. This done, he slowly pulled down the gauzy harem pants. He gently felt the front of Betsy’s pink silk panties; they were soaking wet, and not with urine. The air filled with a delicious, pungent aroma as Jeff pulled the panties down past Betsy’s ankles, and tossed them away. Jeff quickly shed his own pants, his stiff erection popping out eagerly.
“Eat me, Jeff,” Betsy breathed. “I want to feel your tongue inside me.”
Jeff smiled, and bent his head to Betsy’s crotch. His tongue slowly extended from his mouth; Betsy gasped as she could feel his warm breath on her vaginal lips. She wrapped her legs across Jeff’s back and urged him forward. The tip of his tongue barely brushed Betsy’s pussy and she let out a shriek. Jane watched from her seat on the bed with wide-eyed interest. Jeff slowly traced the outline of Betsy’s vaginal lips with the tip of his tongue, up one side and down the other. Betsy moaned and gasped and cursed, tugging at the stockings that held her ankles.
“Oh! Oh! Ah! Ahh! Shit! Ngh! Nnngh!! Jeff! JEFF! Ahh! Oh, my GOD, JEFF!!”
Jeff allowed his tongue to dip deeper into Betsy’s pussy, eliciting louder shrieks from her. His lips brushed against her vaginal lips, and he gently sucked the tender skin there. Betsy was hyperventilating now, breathing in quick, ragged gasps. She could no longer form words, but Jeff knew that she would climax soon. He wanted to end the oral teasing and drive his shaft, hard as steel from the show Jane put on for him, into her waiting cradle of love.
Jane, however, had other ideas. “Hey, Bets...ever been eaten out and tickled at the same time?”
Betsy’s eyes, scrunched shut with passion, bounced wide open. She craned her neck to stare at Jane in horror. “Jane, NO--!”
But Jane was not to be denied. Her fingernails descended on Betsy’s smooth skin like eagles swooping down on a rabbit. Her nails skittered up and down Betsy’s sides, making her squeal with laughter.
“JANE!! HAHAHAHAHAHAHA!! JA-HAY-HANE!! HAHAHAHAHAHAHA!! I’M GONNA KILL YOO-HOO-HOO!!! HAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!”
All the while, Jeff continued to orally tease Betsy. His tongue flickered rapidly, fluttering its tip across her soaked pussy. Jane’s fingernails roamed all over Betsy’s skin, across her belly, up and down her sides, finally across her breasts. Betsy let out a loud shriek when Jane’s nails skittered across her breasts; her rock-hard nipples strained against the thin silk bikini top. Jane yanked the top down, and Betsy’s firm breasts popped out of it. Jane’s nails then danced lightly across the bare breasts and stiff nipples, making Betsy gasp for breath.
“Ah! Ahh! Jane! Oh! Oh! Ohhhh, Jaaaaaaane, dammit!! Oooooh!!”
Jeff knew Betsy couldn’t stand much more. Balancing himself on his elbows, he swiftly entered Betsy with a quick thrust that made her scream with pleasure.
“AAAAAAAAAHHHH!!! JEEEEEEEFFFFF!!! AAAAAAAAAHHHH!!!”
Jeff began thrusting in and out with quick, rhythmic strokes. Betsy let out a loud squeal with each piston thrust. Jane continued to tease Betsy’s torso with her fingernails, gently circling the base of her nipples with her index fingernails. As Betsy’s hips thrust forward, and Jeff knew she was about to climax, Jane’s hands crept into the smooth, hollow spaces under her arms. She let out the loudest shriek of the evening, and her hips relaxed in a shudder. Jeff knew, being tickled in this most sensitive area overwhelmed her beyond anything else.
“Jane, stoppit!” Betsy begged between howls of laughter. “I can’t--HAHAHAHAHA!! C-can’t come when you do-hoo-hoo that! HA! HA! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!”
“Oh, sure you can, Bets,” Jane encouraged, tickling under her arms gently but swiftly. “Coochie coochie coo-oo-oo!!”
“Jeff! Jeh-heh-heff! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!! M-make her sta-ha-hap!! HAHAHAHAHAHA!!”
“Now, why would I want to do that?” Jeff asked. He withdrew from Betsy in a quick fluid backward thrust, making her gasp sharply. He then straddled her hips in such a way to immobilize her legs, but leave her overstimulated, hypersensitive vaginal area untouched. He then proceeded to tickle her stomach and ribs, ravaging her tender skin with his fingers.
“I never did get to do any tickling tonight,” Jeff said coyly.
“HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!! Stop! STA-HA-HAP!!” Betsy begged.
Jane did stop, and leaned back to watch Jeff. Jeff’s tickling was more wild, less methodical than Jane’s. But it obviously tickled just as much! His fingers roamed all over Betsy’s stomach and sides. He counted her ribs, squeezing each one between his forefinger and thumb. He gently poked his index finger into her navel and wiggled it cruelly. Betsy was reducing to a quivering mass of tickled flesh, heaving in gulps of air and expelling it as frenzied laughter.
“What do you think, Jane?” Jeff asked. “Has she had enough?”
“Maybe,” Jane said. “Let’s see if she’s ready to beg.” Jeff stopped tickling, and Jane leaned down to Betsy’s face. The bound blonde’s face was flushed beet-red from hyperventilation, and tears streamed down her cheeks. “Betsy? Betsy-poo? Want to get to orgasm at last?”
Betsy could only nod, vigorously.
“I thought so,” Jane smirked. “If you want Jeff to make you come, all you have to do is ask me to tickle you under your arms.”
Betsy opened her eyes halfway to stare at Jane. “Wha--?”
“That’s right,” Jane said sweetly. “Ask me to tickle under your arms. And make it sound sincere. Otherwise Jeff won’t let you come. We’ll leave you here all night without release.”
“That--that’s not fair!” Betsy blurted. “That’s torture!”
“That’s right,” Jane agreed. “Now come on, Betsy. You must be dying to get off. What does Jane want to hear?”
“...tickle under my arms,” Betsy mumbled.
“What’s that?” Jane asked, comically cupping a hand to her ear. “I couldn’t get that.”
“Tickle under my arms!” Betsy snapped. “Please, Jane, please tickle under my arms! I’m begging! Okay?”
“Okay,” Jane giggled, climbing onto Betsy’s outstretched arms. She quickly spider-walked her fingers down Betsy’s upper arms, and right into the hollow spaces of her armpits. Betsy shrieked as Jane furiously tickled these ultra-sensitive spots. Her head thrashed from side to side on the pillow. Jane tickled her for about two minutes, before Jeff got back into it. He mounted Betsy again, but balanced himself on his knees, leaving his hands free. As he thrusted in and out of Betsy’s pussy, his hands scribbled all over her stomach and sides, tickling her madly. Betsy shrieked with laughter, her head jerking up and down on the pillow, as the sensations overwhelmed her. After about five minutes of combined thrusting and tickling, Jane slowed down her underarm tickling to a gentle brushing of her fingertips. Jeff began thrusting harder; Betsy’s hips ground against his, and he knew she was nearing orgasm again. This time, he wanted to give it to her. He reached up and pinched her nipples, squeezing gently but firmly. Betsy shrieked loudly, inhaled sharply, and shrieked again. Her eyes squeezed shut and she bit her lower lip, as the flood-tide was about to finally break. Jeff could feel himself nearing eruption as well; they were going to climax together. Jane was watching it all intently, and she knew the end was near. Jeff’s final thrust brought his face right over Betsy’s. His wife’s eyes were still closed, and Jane leaned in forward. Her lips and Jeff’s met briefly; their tongues entwined in a deep, passionate kiss just as Betsy screamed at the top of her lungs with the most intense orgasm of her life, with Jeff coming simultaneously with her, shooting his load into her with the force of a fire hose.
Jane drew back from the kiss. There was a look of guilty pleasure on her face as she licked her lips, tasting Jeff’s flavor again. Jeff looked down at Betsy as her eyes fluttered open.
“You guys....” Betsy gasped breathily, “that....was amazing.”
Jane giggled. “Not still mad at us, Bets?”
“I should be,” Betsy said, feigning anger. Then she smiled. “But I...just had...the best orgasm...ever. So I can’t complain.”
Jeff grinned, and leaned down to kiss Betsy on her eyelids and the tip of her nose. “Thanks for an amazing birthday present, Betsy.”
“You’re welcome,” Betsy smiled. “You’d better come up with something special for my birthday, mister!”
“Well, I’d better leave you two lovebirds alone,” Jane said, hopping off the bed. She retrieved her sweats and sneakers from the closet, and quickly put them on.
“I’ll walk you to your car, Jane,” Jeff said, as she donned her clothes. “You’ll be okay for a couple minutes, Betsy?”
“Uh huh,” Betsy said, still panting. “Can’t move, anyway...too exhausted. I’ll be fine.”
“Bye, Betsy,” Jane said. “Thanks for a lovely evening.”
Betsy could only grin, as Jeff and Jane left the room.
Outside the house, the pair stopped before Jane’s car. She looked up at him. “That was unexpected, huh?”
“The kiss, you mean?” Jeff said. “It sure was. What do you suppose it was?”
“Heat of the moment,” Jane shrugged. “We just got caught up in it, is all. No need to ever tell Betsy, or Bill.”
“You’re right. Why hurt them unnecessarily?”
“Exactly. Well, I’m gonna go. Bill will be home later, and frankly, I’m as horny as a ten-horned bull now! I think Bill’s gonna get a big surprise!”
Jeff laughed. “Go get him! And thanks again, for everything tonight.”
“My pleasure. Say, here’s a thought. I know what you can do for Betsy’s birthday!”
“What?”
“Let her tie you up and tickle you!”
Jeff raised an eyebrow. “And would you be helping this time, too?”
Jane winked. “That would be telling.”
THE END
