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Watching a skilled Ler wreck my wifes ticklish feet

Love it in the rare occasions that I have a friend over any my wife’s is relaxing on our reclining sofa. I too have fantasized about seeing her feet trapped that way.

Bumping this one. Should have another story ready soon.

What about - someone in law enforcement that is a Ler? Imagine the cop working a late weekend shift pulling over a drunk twenty-something, giving her the field sobriety test (most women kick their heels off for that) and then arresting her and searching her? So many tickle chances.

I love tickling my wife’s legs, especially squeezing her thighs, and right above her knees. Drives her crazy. Probably her 2nd worst spot.

my wife is 52, and I frequently get messages from guys half our age about doing things to her feet. When we go out I often catch men of all ages checking her feet out. It helps that she has incredible arches and like to wear shoes that show off her feet. As others have said - yes it is a...

Waiting for her foot rub

You walk in and find my wife like this. She has had a few glasses of wine and is “happy”. She looks at you and says “rub my feet”. What do you do?

Almost all of my stories involve a wife in nylons, often being tickled by someone other than her husband. Check them out.

Lie on your back, Have her straddle your torso facing your junk, her feet will be on each side of you. If she has void balance she can put her feet on your chest or arms

I humbly submit this work from me a few years back: https://www.ticklingforum.com/threads/tickled-on-skype-for-her-husband-m-f-nylon-feet.271581/

Someone needs to climb on the bed, straddle her legs, pin them down and tickle the fuck out of her

Well, let me preface this by saying that my wife is not “a model”, but I have shared pics of her on here but always with her face blurred for privacy. Even with her face blurred, we did have a guy recognize her once while we were out in public. He was very respectful and did not bother us, but...

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The Milf and Younger Guy – Part 1 Jen sat at her desk looking out her window at the rainy Northeast weather. It was 4:15 on a Friday afternoon, and her thoughts were consumed with the upcoming Marketing Conference in Orlando she was attending the following week. It was early April, yet the...