Michael514
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I posted some points to this experience on these two threads in the tickling discussion forum (when your fetish was discovered what was the general reaction & wifes friends) and I was asked to tell the whole story so here it is.
This took place in 2005. We had some guests over, about 10 or so and the couple that came over I'll call "Dave" and "Kim" are very good friends of ours. Now Kim is a attractive woman in her late 40's. She is blonde, about 5'9", slim and has large well preportioned feet. She always wears thick, soft, black socks.
They came over and I was alone with her in the kitchen. So innocently I asked her why she always wore black socks. She responded that she liked the color and that they were comfortable. She took the snacks out to the back patio and I thought that the conversation was done. I was wrong.
I came outside and I over heard my wife saying to our friends, "my husband has a foot fetish". Kim said something to everyone about my comment. I was in shock and instead of being mad or embarrassed by the comments and looks I held my ground. I told them that there was nothing better then massaging or tickling a pair of feet after work, especially in nylons and that you can tell alot about a woman by the wya she cares for her feet and hands.
Kim's husband Dave interrupted and said that he absolutely despises feet. I then got the nerve and asked Kim if she ever had a foot massage and she said discustingly,"no". The party continued and the conversation soon changed. I felt relieved from all the stares and comments. The party went on. We ate, drank and jokes. The party ended and Kim and Dave were the last ones to leave. Kim was walking off the back patio and they invited us over for the Ohio State-Texas game. We accepted and Kim, to my surprise wanted a foot massage during the game. I asked her if she was ticklish and she exclaimed,"NO"! I took that response as a lie.
It was what she said as they left that floored me. She walked to their car and turned to my wife and me and said,"on the way home I'm going to stop at the store so I can buy some pantyhose so you can give me the treatment".
My wife laughed and I told her if she did that I would give her 110%. I asked my wife what exactly did you tell Kim. Of course she said nothing.
The next week came for the football game and it was a disaster. She was in tending to the kitchen and I asked her if the massage was still on. She told me probaby not because she was busy and besides, shockingly, I wasn't really in the mood due to a sharp pain in my back. I finally went too the hospital and it turned out to be a @#%&*#* kidney stone! I did come back to the party and I told Kim that I would feel better if I could tend to her feet, but she knew as well as I did that the mood wasn't right.
It was a short time later that they stopped over. They just came from a retirment party and Kim looked good. She was wearing a black top, dark blue jeans and her thick, soft, black socks and tennis shoes. Kim said to me in a flirting way," I wore my black socks tonight, we just came from a retirement party" and she lifed her pant leg up and showed me. I have no idea what kept me from ripping off that shoe and ticklingn her! I held my composure and told her that sometime tonight I would massage her, but when?
Finally lightening struck! Dave who is heavy into X-BOX went downstairs with the kids to play and my wife went to the restroom. I saw my chance and I asked her," how about that massage now"?
What she said next nailed me," that's fine. I'm going to smoke a cigarette but it's a bit chilly out there tonight so I'm going to leave my socks on, the next time I'll take them off so you can give them the full treatment".
We went outside and sat down at the patio table. She took off her tennis shoes and placed her feet on my lap. I slowly brought my fingers up from her heels to her soles and she exclaimed,"THAT TICKLES TO MUCH"!
I responded, " I thought you said you weren't ticklish".
She answered,"I'm not", but I knew better. I tickled her feet for a few minutes and all the while she tried not to laugh and wiggle her feet. Her feet were so soft and warm in those soft black socks.
We heard our spouses heading out heading out so she quickly pulled her feet away and put her shoes back on. She told me that it felt damn good and she would like another one.
It's been a few years but I still hope for another chance.
This took place in 2005. We had some guests over, about 10 or so and the couple that came over I'll call "Dave" and "Kim" are very good friends of ours. Now Kim is a attractive woman in her late 40's. She is blonde, about 5'9", slim and has large well preportioned feet. She always wears thick, soft, black socks.
They came over and I was alone with her in the kitchen. So innocently I asked her why she always wore black socks. She responded that she liked the color and that they were comfortable. She took the snacks out to the back patio and I thought that the conversation was done. I was wrong.
I came outside and I over heard my wife saying to our friends, "my husband has a foot fetish". Kim said something to everyone about my comment. I was in shock and instead of being mad or embarrassed by the comments and looks I held my ground. I told them that there was nothing better then massaging or tickling a pair of feet after work, especially in nylons and that you can tell alot about a woman by the wya she cares for her feet and hands.
Kim's husband Dave interrupted and said that he absolutely despises feet. I then got the nerve and asked Kim if she ever had a foot massage and she said discustingly,"no". The party continued and the conversation soon changed. I felt relieved from all the stares and comments. The party went on. We ate, drank and jokes. The party ended and Kim and Dave were the last ones to leave. Kim was walking off the back patio and they invited us over for the Ohio State-Texas game. We accepted and Kim, to my surprise wanted a foot massage during the game. I asked her if she was ticklish and she exclaimed,"NO"! I took that response as a lie.
It was what she said as they left that floored me. She walked to their car and turned to my wife and me and said,"on the way home I'm going to stop at the store so I can buy some pantyhose so you can give me the treatment".
My wife laughed and I told her if she did that I would give her 110%. I asked my wife what exactly did you tell Kim. Of course she said nothing.
The next week came for the football game and it was a disaster. She was in tending to the kitchen and I asked her if the massage was still on. She told me probaby not because she was busy and besides, shockingly, I wasn't really in the mood due to a sharp pain in my back. I finally went too the hospital and it turned out to be a @#%&*#* kidney stone! I did come back to the party and I told Kim that I would feel better if I could tend to her feet, but she knew as well as I did that the mood wasn't right.
It was a short time later that they stopped over. They just came from a retirment party and Kim looked good. She was wearing a black top, dark blue jeans and her thick, soft, black socks and tennis shoes. Kim said to me in a flirting way," I wore my black socks tonight, we just came from a retirement party" and she lifed her pant leg up and showed me. I have no idea what kept me from ripping off that shoe and ticklingn her! I held my composure and told her that sometime tonight I would massage her, but when?
Finally lightening struck! Dave who is heavy into X-BOX went downstairs with the kids to play and my wife went to the restroom. I saw my chance and I asked her," how about that massage now"?
What she said next nailed me," that's fine. I'm going to smoke a cigarette but it's a bit chilly out there tonight so I'm going to leave my socks on, the next time I'll take them off so you can give them the full treatment".
We went outside and sat down at the patio table. She took off her tennis shoes and placed her feet on my lap. I slowly brought my fingers up from her heels to her soles and she exclaimed,"THAT TICKLES TO MUCH"!
I responded, " I thought you said you weren't ticklish".
She answered,"I'm not", but I knew better. I tickled her feet for a few minutes and all the while she tried not to laugh and wiggle her feet. Her feet were so soft and warm in those soft black socks.
We heard our spouses heading out heading out so she quickly pulled her feet away and put her shoes back on. She told me that it felt damn good and she would like another one.
It's been a few years but I still hope for another chance.