Wife Tickled at the Lake House (f/f)

[bobcat1]

This story happened back in early May. I've been writing and editing it a little bit a time in my limited free time because it was a kind of complicated situation to describe given the limited context of a short true story post. So many details (for example, the conversations we were having) have been left out for obvious personal reasons and because they don't really matter to the describing the event. In describing two short tickling events here, I worry it may seem like a day of tickling but it wasn't. These were mere minutes in a day full of other things, so please keep that in mind. Anyway... here it is:



My wife Keri and her best friend Gianna love planning short weekend getaways for our two families. Conveniently, Gianna’s husband John has a family lake house a few hours north of us that we’ve gone to with them a few times. We always had a good time and it’s particularly nice in the early summer, so when they invited us up we agreed right away.

Gianna and John picked us up early on a Friday morning and we hit the road after grabbing some quick breakfast. Gianna drove and Keri hopped in the passenger seat, leaving me and John in the back with the kids. The weather here has been warm and Keri was wearing a typical early summer outfit: a tight white t-shirt, loose-fitting faded black “boyfriend” jeans that were cropped and cuffed just above her ankles and a pair of flip flops that she immediately slid out of once in the car and folded her legs up in the seat.

After a few minutes on the highway, I could see from the backseat that Keri had stretched her legs out in front of her and placed her bare feet on the dashboard, crossed at the ankles. I love when she does this. Not sure why, but it’s so sexy to me. I could barely carry on a conversation with John because I was so distracted watching her idly wiggle her bright blue painted toes up on the dashboard.

While John was talking to me about some renovations he’s doing at home, I picked up my phone and texted Keri a hearts-for-eyes-emoji with the message “comfortable?” She responded by sending me a winking emoji with “Very. You?” I sent her “you’re killing me…” and I received another winking-emoji back again.

A couple hours later we were at the lake house and getting settled in. I was in the kitchen preparing food to cook for dinner and Gianna and John were sitting at the table in the room over. Keri was helping me prep the meal and she asked John for a large bowl. John pointed to the cabinet behind Gianna and said it was on the top shelf. Keri asked Gianna to get it and, clearly not wanting to, she turned to John and said “you get it, you’re tall…” John sighed a bit and went to get up, but Keri said “stay there John, I’ll just get it if she’s going to be a brat about it…”

I was busy and only half paying attention at this point, but I saw Keri walk toward the cabinet and say something to Gianna. The next thing I heard got my full attention: the unmistakable yelp that my wife makes when she gets tickled. It really is a noise that I recognize right away. It’s a mixture of surprise, a little desperation and the start of a laugh.

I looked up and could see that Keri was reaching up to get the bowl out of the cabinet over Gianna who clearly had refused to move. Keri stood on her tiptoes in her flip flops, her arms outstretched which caused her t-shirt to ride up and expose part of her midsection. Reaching over her friend had placed her belly right in Gianna’s face, which was a risky move considering Gianna’s history as an opportunistic tickler. She was close enough that she could’ve given her a raspberry (boy that would have been sexy), but instead she just wrapped both hands around Keri’s waist and squeezed.

Keri yelped and said “Stop!” and Gianna let go. Keri looked down at her nervously and said “let me get it…” Gianna smirked and said “go ahead.” Keri reached up once more, and got her fingertips on the bowl. Just as she did Gianna squeezed both her hands on her sides again. Keri’s arms dropped as fast as she could, saying again “stop!” Gianna let go again and said “ok, ok.. Sorry..” Keri looked down at her obviously untrustingly and said “don’t do it, Gi…” Gianna smiled and said “I won’t.” Keri reached up slowly this time. She guided the bowl from the shelf into her hands and dropped her arms to cover her armpits, sensing that Gianna’s fingers were climbing higher. She couldn’t quite get into her armpits, but Gianna was quick and had a good hold on both sides of her waist again. Keri had the bowl now, and when Gianna dug into each side, she squealed and scrunched up, trying not to drop it. Gianna kept her grip and squeezed Keri’s sides a few more times while she laughed loudly and struggled to get away. Keri was in a hurry to get free from Gianna’s tickling hands and Gianna wasn’t really able to corner her or anything, so the moment ended quickly.

“What is wrong with you?” Keri said sternly. Gianna grinned and sat back down in her chair.

Fast forward a bit to after dinner. It was a beautiful clear night and John and I made a fire in the fire pit behind the house while Gianna and Keri put the kids down to sleep. The girls came out with sweaters on and carrying blankets. There were some of those big adirondack chairs and we laid one of the blankets down on the grass and opened a couple of bottles of wine.

A few hours later, after a long day and a fun evening, John got up and said he was going to turn in. The girls and I weren’t quite ready to pack it in, even though I was eager to get Keri in bed. I’d been turned on since the car ride and witnessing the short tickling from earlier.

I was in one of the adirondack chairs and Keri was sitting on my lap sideways, with her knees bent over the arm of it, her flip flops hanging a bit off her toes. Gianna was sitting below both of us on the blanket, with her legs outstretched in front of her.

Sitting there with my beautiful wife on my lap was kind of increasing my desire to put the fire out and head inside. While they were talking, I was kind of touching Keri’s neck and thighs over her jeans randomly, trying to give her a hint, but they were engrossed in a conversation and they were both pretty tipsy.

Keri took my hands and placed them into her lap, wrapping my arms around her body curtailing anymore blatant groping. When she did, I kind of pulled her into my chest and I could feel Gianna staring at me with her big brown eyes. I didn’t know what was on her mind, but I sort of felt like she wanted to scoff at us.

Keri kind of tried sitting up but couldn’t find her balance and said “hey… I.. come on Rob..” I looked over her shoulder and saw what had caused the stammer in her voice: one of her flip flops had fallen off.

She instinctively placed her now bare foot on top of the other one, trapping the strap of her one remaining flip flop onto her foot. As a grin came across her face, Gianna said “Hm… You dropped your shoe Keri…” As if Keri didn’t know.

She tried sitting up again, but I held her in place and said teasingly “where you going Ker?” honestly not aware of what was about to happen. She said “hey! Gianna stop!”, her voice shaking a bit. I looked over her shoulder again and saw that Gianna was very lightly dragging her fingernails down the sides of Keri’s feet.

I let out an audible “oh…”, pleasantly surprised to witness the situation develop and felt Keri start squirming on my lap and she tried to pull her legs up onto the chair, but Gianna held them down. After a few seconds, Gianna’s tickles became too much for her, and when Keri’s foot twitched Gianna tugged her other flip flop off.

Keri said almost whimpering and half-laughing “no no.. give them back!” and tried to pull my hands apart. Playing dumb, I said “what’s wrong babe?” as I watched Gianna now very lightly tracing her fingernails over both of her soles while Keri tried to cover one foot with the other. Her voice cracked into a slight chuckle as she said “she’s tickling my feet!”

And just as she finished announcing what I already knew, she started giggling. I watched over her shoulder as Gianna played with Keri’s sexy bare feet and said sarcastically “but you like foot massages Keri…” Keri said smiling and fighting laughter “this isn’t a massage!” She didn’t try to pull her feet away really and she’d stopped trying to get up. Instead, as a defense, she tried to continue the conversation we were having before Gianna had started tickling her. It was kind of cute to hear Keri trying to ignore the tickling, but it didn’t work. It seemed that everytime Keri tried to get a couple of words out, Gianna would hit a spot that made her giggle and jump a little.

It’s hard to explain, but Gianna wasn’t outright tickling Keri. It was as if she was just kind of playing with Keri’s feet. To me, it seemed she was experimenting with a new technique, but I don’t really know how much intention was behind it. It really caught Keri off guard. It seemed like she was riding the edge of really laughing the entire time, but she didn’t quite cross that line.

Keri squirmed a bit on my lap and giggled softly, but she didn’t try to get up at all. Gianna gently touched her toes and lightly grazed her fingers around the balls of her feet and ran her fingers slowly down to her heels. As she toyed with Keri’s feet there were brief moments where Keri’s laughter faded completely into sighs of resignation.

Apparently not wanting Keri to feel too comfortable, Gianna curled her fingers underneath Keri’s toes which caused her to jump and push a bit off my lap as she protested “Alright come on.. leave me alone!” Gianna looked up at her, laughed mockingly, and said coyly “I’m not even doing anything!” as she walked the very tips of her nails slowly across Keri’s soles and back up into the sensitive spot under her toes, finally drawing some real laughter.

Keri jumped again and laughed softly and said “Come on…” as she wriggled around on my lap. Gianna continued slowly and deliberately teasing her soft toes. Keri tried to reach her hands down to block Gianna, but she couldn’t even get close and leaned back onto my chest defeatedly.

It was at this point that I wondered to myself what was going through Gianna’s mind. Had she been planning this? Had she been thinking about this since earlier when she tickled Keri’s sides? Was this new technique something she gave thought to or was it just a mixture of alcohol, randomness and opportunism?

And what about Keri? She must’ve thought about Gianna tickling her earlier when she got her in the kitchen, right? This light tickling and teasing was causing her to react in a way I don’t think either of us is used to–her laughs were sexy and unhurried and I watched her toes spread and flex intermittently while Gianna played with her feet.

While my thoughts trailed off a bit, I felt Keri tense up and let out a yelp. She writhed in my arms and her giggles turned finally to a fuller louder laugh. Gianna grinned and said “I’m barely touching you!”

Keri said ”you’re driving me crazy!” and laughed more and more. I still had my arms resting around Keri’s hips and when I felt her actually try to get up this time, I just put a tiny bit of pressure on her to keep her where she was. I couldn’t quite see from the looking-down view that I had, but it looked to me like Gianna’s fingers had found a spot on the balls of her feet that had caused the change in reaction. Or perhaps the accumulation of the ultra light tickles had just been too much for her and she couldn’t hold out any longer.

Keri yelled out once more “ok ok… stop!” in between laughs but Gianna continued her tickling. Seemingly encouraged by Keri’s change in reaction, Gianna sat up a bit more, wrapped her arm around Keri’s ankles and began scratching her nails over the balls of her feet in earnest. Gianna said “Ok, Keri… See now I’m tickling you!” Keri, slid off my lap and down onto the blanket while Gianna adjusted her grip on her ankles and continued her tickling. Keri reached forward and tried to pry Gianna’s hands off of her feet and said “Gianna! Please! Get off my feheheet!”. After a couple of minutes, the porch light turned on and the moment was broken by the sound of the screen door creaking open. John stuck his head out, but didn’t say anything. He peered down the lawn to see what was going on and Gianna stopped her tickling.

I was so aroused I didn’t think I’d ever get up from that chair. Gianna climbed to her feet and took a few steps toward John on the porch saying “is everything ok?”

John said “you tell me… You guys are being loud as hell out here… You’re going to wake the kids.” Gianna walked up toward the house to talk to John. Keri’s climbed back onto my lap, dropped her onto my shoulder, and she let out a deep sigh and said “jeeze…” before she rubbed her feet together for a second as if to shake off a residual sensation. I kissed her and she said “let’s go to bed…” before slipping her feet into her flip flops.

I started snuffing the fire out and Gianna walked back toward us as John closed the front door and made his way back inside. Gianna chuckled a little and said “he’s such a grouch…” Keri was quiet and I said “we did wake the poor guy up.” Gianna rolled her eyes and Keri said “we should turn in too. I’m going to jump in the shower” before the two of them started back toward the door.

The night ended and the following day went on without any mention of it. I certainly was thinking about it all day, but neither of them seemed to be… Until later on the last evening of our stay. Gianna and Keri were gossiping about something and Keri didn’t want to give Gianna all the ‘dirt’ she was after. I was sitting a half a room away, but I heard Gianna say “you better tell me… Or I swear I’ll tickle it out of you.” Keri laughed as Gianna gestured toward her with both hands and said “ok ok! I’ll tell you… I’ve had enough tickling this weekend!” I relished seeing Gianna taunt her and hearing Keri immediately give in like that, even though I disagreed with her about having had enough tickling.


EDIT: Due to popular demand and because Keri said she doesn't mind, I've attached a picture of Keri's feet from the other night.
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[Devnkoh1993]

Do you have a photo of her sexy feet ��

[Wesker28]

Wow. Another amazing experience..
Does this sort of thing happen a lot between these two?

[bobcat1]

Wow. Another amazing experience..
Does this sort of thing happen a lot between these two?

I've shared most of the incidents where Gianna has tickled Keri here on TMF. So there is an issue of perspective. Gianna and Keri have been inseparable friends for over 15 years. They see each other multiple times a week and talk multiple times a day. So in the grand scheme of things, the times that any kind of tickling has happened is not "a lot".

However, for a vanilla person, Gianna is kind of a tickler. She will always capitalize on an opportunity to tickle someone she's close with. The great majority of her tickling is quick and innocuous. A poke here, a spider tickle there. But she knows Keri's ticklish and she is kind of "in on the joke" about me enjoying seeing her tickle Keri. I don't know what motivates her to do it, but I'm glad she does it when it happens.

[playfulfeathr09]

Another fantastic story! Thanks for sharing it with us.

[milagros317]

Wonderful story! Thanks for sharing your experience here.

[Wesker28]

I've shared most of the incidents where Gianna has tickled Keri here on TMF. So there is an issue of perspective. Gianna and Keri have been inseparable friends for over 15 years. They see each other multiple times a week and talk multiple times a day. So in the grand scheme of things, the times that any kind of tickling has happened is not "a lot".

However, for a vanilla person, Gianna is kind of a tickler. She will always capitalize on an opportunity to tickle someone she's close with. The great majority of her tickling is quick and innocuous. A poke here, a spider tickle there. But she knows Keri's ticklish and she is kind of "in on the joke" about me enjoying seeing her tickle Keri. I don't know what motivates her to do it, but I'm glad she does it when it happens.

Hmmm, perhaps it is the way you write it but I do sometimes wonder if it is more than that.
Does she perhaps secretly enjoy being the dominating one over Keri?

[Toesheldback]

Great story; and it was such good fortune that John went to bed and left you with two tipsy best friends. That is the absolute best scenario and I would have played it for all it’s worth, similar to what you did.

When my wife is involved in a tickling situation with another woman and her husband/boyfriend are around, I downplay my encouragement and my enjoyment. I mean, I’ll take it, but it’s not ideal.

My wife and I own a retreat in the mountains, and other couples come to stay with us, but sometimes the husband/boyfriend can’t make it, so my wife’s friend comes solo. That’s always a nice surprise!

Nice tale as always!

[bobcat1]

Hmmm, perhaps it is the way you write it but I do sometimes wonder if it is more than that.
Does she perhaps secretly enjoy being the dominating one over Keri?

It could be the way I write the stories, or my perception of the events. I have wondered before if there might be something else motivating Gianna sometimes. In fact I've even teasingly asker her about it once or twice. But she denied it. I'm not sure I'll ever really find out. I will say that Keri is a frequent "victim" of her tickling, but it's not just Keri. I've seen Gianna tickle many friends and family members over the years.

[bobcat1]

Great story; and it was such good fortune that John went to bed and left you with two tipsy best friends. That is the absolute best scenario and I would have played it for all it’s worth, similar to what you did.

When my wife is involved in a tickling situation with another woman and her husband/boyfriend are around, I downplay my encouragement and my enjoyment. I mean, I’ll take it, but it’s not ideal.

My wife and I own a retreat in the mountains, and other couples come to stay with us, but sometimes the husband/boyfriend can’t make it, so my wife’s friend comes solo. That’s always a nice surprise!

Nice tale as always!

Thanks! And yes, you're right about the husband/boyfriend thing. I too downplay or even outright avoid encouragement or indicating enjoyment if anyone that I'm not very comfortable around is present. I guess I'm too embarrassed with most people. Luckily I'm very close with Gianna.

[footfan69]

Great story Bobcat! Super cute, sexy, and very well-written, which I appreciate. Thanks for taking the time to get it right. Well done!

[saphir]

very good story again!
Any pics of your wife`s ticklish feet?

[makugiggl]

Great story. Thank you!

[bobcat1]

very good story again!
Any pics of your wife`s ticklish feet?

I just attached a pic in the original story post above for all those who have asked. Thanks for reading!

[Wade]

What an exceptionally well-told story. The description of Gianna's dastardly not-quite-near-tickling of Keri's feet is so vivid it was all I could do not to squirm as I read it. And her cry of "You're driving me crazy!" -- such a perfect encapsulation of the ticklish person's plight.