FreshPedicure
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Last night, on New Year's Eve, I witnessed one of the best tickling scenes of my entire life. I've read some incredible True Stories on here and I've been lucky enough to witness a few good tickling scenes play out amongst vanilla people, but this one really stands out--especially because it involves my wife and her family.
So I guess I have to introduce the "players." My wife Kristine is 35, the total "baby of the family" to her parents and siblings. She's always been the "pretty one" (If I must say so myself lol) and the "smart one" and is a hard working professional and mother of two very young children. Her oldest sibling is her sister Cassandra. She's 43 years old, she's a successful professional as well, though in a different stage of life with her all but one of her children being an adult now. She was a sort of cool goth girl when she was younger but as life moved on she (to everyone's surprise) became a very typical upper middle class woman: big fancy house, a Porsche truck, Chanel clothing, etc. In spite of her really changing a lot over the years, her and Kristine and still very close. The third “player” is Henry, their brother. He’s 39. Funny, nice enough guy, but a classic underachiever. He married the fourth “player”, Lori. She’s also 39 and to say she’s never really got along with the family is an understatement. Kristine has always tolerated her but Cassandra really doesn’t like her. They’ve butt heads more than a few times, but if there’s one thing my wife’s family is good at it’s not holding grudges. Lori is the sort of woman who likes to take charge and be upfront and center and really overpowers Henry in most situations. She doesn’t look like a tom boy, but she definitely has that energy.
Ok… so onto the story.
Every New Years Eve, since we’ve all outgrown going out and partying, we go to my in laws house. We share a meal, hang out, those who drink imbibe, sometimes we play games, sometimes we just sit around and talk, it’s very a relaxed affair.
It was about 9:00pm, and everyone is sitting in the living room. Cassandra was sitting on one end of the couch, with an end table next to her. Kristine was laying on her side petting my in-laws sleeping dog who was taking up practically two cushions on the couch. Her head was on a big pillow next to the dog and her legs were sort of bent on the empty cushion between her and her sister. She was barefoot. Yes, she did indeed have a fresh pedicure (as she almost always does, hence my username)—iridescent black polish on her toes that her Cassandra complimented a few hours earlier when her shoes came off.
Lori was next to the dog and Kristine and Henry next to her.
I saw Cassandra fiddling with something. It was a black plastic thing with a rubber dome shaped piece about an inch wide on one end and strap of rubber on it. An odd looking thing to have been just on the end table for sure.
“What’s this?” Cassandra said to her mother.
“Oh that’s a massager. It seems stupid but it works great. I use it on my shoulder. The physical therapist recommended it.”
Cassandra had this sort of bemused look on her face. She turned it around and flipped it over and studied it quickly. Then just returned to fiddling with it during the conversation.
Twenty or so minutes later, Kristine stretched her legs out across the empty cushion and Cassandra lifted her arms up sort of accepting her sisters feet and calves onto her lap. Now, at this point, to me, nothing was amisss here. I’d seen them be physically close like this literally hundreds of times and I can’t recall any other times that it resulted in tickling. I’d seen Cassandra touch Kristine’s feet, too, but never really tickle her.
She sat that like that for a good ten minutes. And then I saw Cassandra reach over to the end table and pick up the massager. She looked at it again sort of quizzically and flipped the switch on the backside of it. It rumbled imperceptibly to me across the room but I could just barely hear its motor.
She looked at it again and put the strap over her two fingers and then touched it to Kristine’s calf. Kristine jumped from the startle of it and turned her head to see what it was at it vibrated over her grey sweat pants.
“That feels… so good.” My wife said and then turned her back to Lori and Henry as they talked.
Cassandra walked the thing up and down her calves for a few minutes. I could tell my wife was really enjoying it. I didn’t blame her. She works a lot on her feet all day, we have two very young kids and she had just done some kind of long “New Years Eve” workout hours earlier at the Pilates studio. A few minutes in, while she was now completely flat on her stomach with her head on the pillow totally relaxed, she said "I might have to tip you when you're done, Cassan'."
I also thought absolutely nothing of it. Of course I enjoyed watching my wife’s bare feet flex and move around as the massager seemed to hit certain trigger points on her legs, but because her feet were hanging off her sisters lap, her calves were very much the focus of the "massage."
But, when she started sliding the little thing down her calves and running it up and down her achilles' tendons, I was sort of like "hm..." It didn't really occur to me that it would tickle her. But I did wonder if she'd try it on her feet.
I didn't have much time to think about it. My father-in-law called for me from the kitchen. I got up and walked down the hallway and started talking to him. I could hear the chatter from the living room but couldn't make out the conversation anymore. Really, all I could hear was Lori, who was characteristically loud and sort of obnoxious in social settings, but I digress.
When I got back to the living room a few minutes later, I was surprised to see Cassandra was still working the massager on my wife's ankles and whatever the muscles below her calves are called. I sat back down on the chair across the room and then I saw it.
Cassandra looking downward, right at her sister's upturned soles. Now... I am biased, I'm sure, but I think my wife has some of the most inviting soles I've ever seen. They're so soft looking and curvaceous if that word can be applied to feet. Her toes are the perfect shape and she's always moving them around. She just has great feet. I could go on about them for a while but again, I digress.
When I saw her look directly at her soles, even for a few seconds, I instinctually knew what she was thinking.
The massager glided right past her ankle, down her achilles' tendon for a final time and then it landed smack dab in the center of my wife's right foot. It took a few seconds for Kristine to register it maybe. But I saw her eyes get wide and she popped her head off the pillow. "Uh.. Wait, Cassan'... Don't do thaaa--" She couldn't finish the word, but she didn't laugh either. Not yet.
Cassandra looked over at her sister as if she was confused.
And then my wife couldn't hold it anymore. She popped up higher off the pillow, now almost doing a pushup on the cushion. "Not my feet!" She yelled. "They're ticklish!"
Man... I couldn't believe it. Those words sent me into outer space. I felt weird. Like everyone was looking at me or something. Like I didn't belong there. It was a very odd momentary experience.
Cassandra lifted the massager up off her sole. I sighed a breath out, almost out of relief from the awkwardness I felt.
Then I heard Lori's loud, shrill voice. "I didn't know you were ticklish Kris'..."
Cassandra didn't say anything. She looked at Lori and then returned the massager back to my wife's foot. She then looked back down at her feet as she moved the massager up and down her sole and I heard my wife burst out laughing.
Henry swigged his beer. "Oh yeah. We used to tickle her all the time! Remember that Cassandra?" and chuckled.
Cassandra smiled and nodded at her brother and put her free hand on Kristine's ankle to hold her foot down.
"Oh... Really..." Lori said.
My wife yelled "No no! Stop!" and then pushed her head down into the pillow. I could see her back rising and falling from the laughter.
Cassandra lifted the massager off again, but Lori seemed to not be satisfied. She started poking at my wife's rib cage. She jolted up off the pillow again with a screech. "Aaaahh! I hate that! Stop!"
The dog, annoyed by the commotion, slid off the couch. Lori took up his spot, now closer to my wife. She leaned over and started squeezing her waist on both sides. My wife's t-shirt had ridden up, so Lori's fingers were on bare skin too. It didn't look like a great technique, but my wife was in full blown hysteria.
Cassandra laughed and put the massager down on her foot again. She looked up at Lori and the two of them made a face like "can you believe how fun this?"
My wife's whole body was trying to get up off the couch, but she just couldn't with Lori basically holding her upper body down and Cassandra's forearm now leaned down across both of her ankles. This had become a full on tickle attack. I'd only ever seen something this bad online. I didn't know what to do. I just sat there stunned.
Kristine pleaded "Stop tickling me!"
They tickled her for maybe another 20 seconds or so and then stopped. Cassandra turned the massager off and my wife immediately retracted her feet off her sister's lap and jumped up to a seated position on the couch. "Oh my god. Fuck you both!"
The two of them laughed and Cassandra flicked the massager on again "Excuse me, missy? What's that?" and taunted her with it.
Kristine shrunk into a ball on the couch, hugging her knees. "No! I'm sorry! Back off!"
Henry, now standing and about to walk out of the room. "Better watch it around these two, sis."
The was the last of it. Cassandra tossed the massager onto the table and offered a hand out to help her little sister up and the whole thing just faded away. I guess for them it was about 2, maybe 3 minutes of goofing around. But for me... I feel like it changed my life lol.
A note on my wife's ticklishness, because I feel it's warranted: she's always been very ticklish, but she doesn't really like to be tickled beyond a few light tickles and flirty pokes and stuff. Once in a while, I will tickle her feet while I'm rubbing them and there's a line that if crossed, she'll want me to stop. But I'd never seen her feet tickled like this before. Her upper body has always been shriek-inducingly ticklish. I wasn't surprised seeing her reaction to Lori tickling her sides. But the massager on her feet really shocked me.
I sat up in bed most of the night staring at the ceiling thinking about the night. Henry saying they used to tickle her all the time... Wow. Lori acting like finding out Kristine's ticklish is some prized information... Wow. The way Cassandra looked as she pinned her ankles down... Wow. But hearing my wife yell out "Not my feet! They're ticklish!" was absolutely mind-blowing. I have fantasized about seeing something like this for so long (I have a fiction series about a character based on my wife if you need proof lol).
I hope I adequately conveyed how this happened, because it really was jaw-droppingly awesome to see.
Happy New Year!
So I guess I have to introduce the "players." My wife Kristine is 35, the total "baby of the family" to her parents and siblings. She's always been the "pretty one" (If I must say so myself lol) and the "smart one" and is a hard working professional and mother of two very young children. Her oldest sibling is her sister Cassandra. She's 43 years old, she's a successful professional as well, though in a different stage of life with her all but one of her children being an adult now. She was a sort of cool goth girl when she was younger but as life moved on she (to everyone's surprise) became a very typical upper middle class woman: big fancy house, a Porsche truck, Chanel clothing, etc. In spite of her really changing a lot over the years, her and Kristine and still very close. The third “player” is Henry, their brother. He’s 39. Funny, nice enough guy, but a classic underachiever. He married the fourth “player”, Lori. She’s also 39 and to say she’s never really got along with the family is an understatement. Kristine has always tolerated her but Cassandra really doesn’t like her. They’ve butt heads more than a few times, but if there’s one thing my wife’s family is good at it’s not holding grudges. Lori is the sort of woman who likes to take charge and be upfront and center and really overpowers Henry in most situations. She doesn’t look like a tom boy, but she definitely has that energy.
Ok… so onto the story.
Every New Years Eve, since we’ve all outgrown going out and partying, we go to my in laws house. We share a meal, hang out, those who drink imbibe, sometimes we play games, sometimes we just sit around and talk, it’s very a relaxed affair.
It was about 9:00pm, and everyone is sitting in the living room. Cassandra was sitting on one end of the couch, with an end table next to her. Kristine was laying on her side petting my in-laws sleeping dog who was taking up practically two cushions on the couch. Her head was on a big pillow next to the dog and her legs were sort of bent on the empty cushion between her and her sister. She was barefoot. Yes, she did indeed have a fresh pedicure (as she almost always does, hence my username)—iridescent black polish on her toes that her Cassandra complimented a few hours earlier when her shoes came off.
Lori was next to the dog and Kristine and Henry next to her.
I saw Cassandra fiddling with something. It was a black plastic thing with a rubber dome shaped piece about an inch wide on one end and strap of rubber on it. An odd looking thing to have been just on the end table for sure.
“What’s this?” Cassandra said to her mother.
“Oh that’s a massager. It seems stupid but it works great. I use it on my shoulder. The physical therapist recommended it.”
Cassandra had this sort of bemused look on her face. She turned it around and flipped it over and studied it quickly. Then just returned to fiddling with it during the conversation.
Twenty or so minutes later, Kristine stretched her legs out across the empty cushion and Cassandra lifted her arms up sort of accepting her sisters feet and calves onto her lap. Now, at this point, to me, nothing was amisss here. I’d seen them be physically close like this literally hundreds of times and I can’t recall any other times that it resulted in tickling. I’d seen Cassandra touch Kristine’s feet, too, but never really tickle her.
She sat that like that for a good ten minutes. And then I saw Cassandra reach over to the end table and pick up the massager. She looked at it again sort of quizzically and flipped the switch on the backside of it. It rumbled imperceptibly to me across the room but I could just barely hear its motor.
She looked at it again and put the strap over her two fingers and then touched it to Kristine’s calf. Kristine jumped from the startle of it and turned her head to see what it was at it vibrated over her grey sweat pants.
“That feels… so good.” My wife said and then turned her back to Lori and Henry as they talked.
Cassandra walked the thing up and down her calves for a few minutes. I could tell my wife was really enjoying it. I didn’t blame her. She works a lot on her feet all day, we have two very young kids and she had just done some kind of long “New Years Eve” workout hours earlier at the Pilates studio. A few minutes in, while she was now completely flat on her stomach with her head on the pillow totally relaxed, she said "I might have to tip you when you're done, Cassan'."
I also thought absolutely nothing of it. Of course I enjoyed watching my wife’s bare feet flex and move around as the massager seemed to hit certain trigger points on her legs, but because her feet were hanging off her sisters lap, her calves were very much the focus of the "massage."
But, when she started sliding the little thing down her calves and running it up and down her achilles' tendons, I was sort of like "hm..." It didn't really occur to me that it would tickle her. But I did wonder if she'd try it on her feet.
I didn't have much time to think about it. My father-in-law called for me from the kitchen. I got up and walked down the hallway and started talking to him. I could hear the chatter from the living room but couldn't make out the conversation anymore. Really, all I could hear was Lori, who was characteristically loud and sort of obnoxious in social settings, but I digress.
When I got back to the living room a few minutes later, I was surprised to see Cassandra was still working the massager on my wife's ankles and whatever the muscles below her calves are called. I sat back down on the chair across the room and then I saw it.
Cassandra looking downward, right at her sister's upturned soles. Now... I am biased, I'm sure, but I think my wife has some of the most inviting soles I've ever seen. They're so soft looking and curvaceous if that word can be applied to feet. Her toes are the perfect shape and she's always moving them around. She just has great feet. I could go on about them for a while but again, I digress.
When I saw her look directly at her soles, even for a few seconds, I instinctually knew what she was thinking.
The massager glided right past her ankle, down her achilles' tendon for a final time and then it landed smack dab in the center of my wife's right foot. It took a few seconds for Kristine to register it maybe. But I saw her eyes get wide and she popped her head off the pillow. "Uh.. Wait, Cassan'... Don't do thaaa--" She couldn't finish the word, but she didn't laugh either. Not yet.
Cassandra looked over at her sister as if she was confused.
And then my wife couldn't hold it anymore. She popped up higher off the pillow, now almost doing a pushup on the cushion. "Not my feet!" She yelled. "They're ticklish!"
Man... I couldn't believe it. Those words sent me into outer space. I felt weird. Like everyone was looking at me or something. Like I didn't belong there. It was a very odd momentary experience.
Cassandra lifted the massager up off her sole. I sighed a breath out, almost out of relief from the awkwardness I felt.
Then I heard Lori's loud, shrill voice. "I didn't know you were ticklish Kris'..."
Cassandra didn't say anything. She looked at Lori and then returned the massager back to my wife's foot. She then looked back down at her feet as she moved the massager up and down her sole and I heard my wife burst out laughing.
Henry swigged his beer. "Oh yeah. We used to tickle her all the time! Remember that Cassandra?" and chuckled.
Cassandra smiled and nodded at her brother and put her free hand on Kristine's ankle to hold her foot down.
"Oh... Really..." Lori said.
My wife yelled "No no! Stop!" and then pushed her head down into the pillow. I could see her back rising and falling from the laughter.
Cassandra lifted the massager off again, but Lori seemed to not be satisfied. She started poking at my wife's rib cage. She jolted up off the pillow again with a screech. "Aaaahh! I hate that! Stop!"
The dog, annoyed by the commotion, slid off the couch. Lori took up his spot, now closer to my wife. She leaned over and started squeezing her waist on both sides. My wife's t-shirt had ridden up, so Lori's fingers were on bare skin too. It didn't look like a great technique, but my wife was in full blown hysteria.
Cassandra laughed and put the massager down on her foot again. She looked up at Lori and the two of them made a face like "can you believe how fun this?"
My wife's whole body was trying to get up off the couch, but she just couldn't with Lori basically holding her upper body down and Cassandra's forearm now leaned down across both of her ankles. This had become a full on tickle attack. I'd only ever seen something this bad online. I didn't know what to do. I just sat there stunned.
Kristine pleaded "Stop tickling me!"
They tickled her for maybe another 20 seconds or so and then stopped. Cassandra turned the massager off and my wife immediately retracted her feet off her sister's lap and jumped up to a seated position on the couch. "Oh my god. Fuck you both!"
The two of them laughed and Cassandra flicked the massager on again "Excuse me, missy? What's that?" and taunted her with it.
Kristine shrunk into a ball on the couch, hugging her knees. "No! I'm sorry! Back off!"
Henry, now standing and about to walk out of the room. "Better watch it around these two, sis."
The was the last of it. Cassandra tossed the massager onto the table and offered a hand out to help her little sister up and the whole thing just faded away. I guess for them it was about 2, maybe 3 minutes of goofing around. But for me... I feel like it changed my life lol.
A note on my wife's ticklishness, because I feel it's warranted: she's always been very ticklish, but she doesn't really like to be tickled beyond a few light tickles and flirty pokes and stuff. Once in a while, I will tickle her feet while I'm rubbing them and there's a line that if crossed, she'll want me to stop. But I'd never seen her feet tickled like this before. Her upper body has always been shriek-inducingly ticklish. I wasn't surprised seeing her reaction to Lori tickling her sides. But the massager on her feet really shocked me.
I sat up in bed most of the night staring at the ceiling thinking about the night. Henry saying they used to tickle her all the time... Wow. Lori acting like finding out Kristine's ticklish is some prized information... Wow. The way Cassandra looked as she pinned her ankles down... Wow. But hearing my wife yell out "Not my feet! They're ticklish!" was absolutely mind-blowing. I have fantasized about seeing something like this for so long (I have a fiction series about a character based on my wife if you need proof lol).
I hope I adequately conveyed how this happened, because it really was jaw-droppingly awesome to see.
Happy New Year!
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Thanks for sharing your experience here. 
