So, over the course of my day today, I started thinking about some of the things that my ex-wife and I used to do together, and decided to share this story of what could have been. Now, I've said before that my love of tickling stems from my foot fetish in general. I would actually say that I love tickling primarily, but my ex and I would get into other aspects of the foot fetish as well. One of the things that we would do is apply different kinds of food products( chocolate, whip cream, etc) to her feet and I would lick it off. Her favorite thing was to squish Junior Mints between her toes. Within seconds it would be so sticky, it would be as if her toes were glued together. It would take forever to get it all out. More often than not, we would use peanut butter. Side note: the chunky peanut butter tickles like crazy she told me. All of those rough peanut pieces sliding over her soles and toes.
Now this particular incident happened about four or five years ago now. I've posted pictures of her feet before, but I don't think I ever actually gave a full description of her. She's about 5'6", 120-125 lbs, nice figure, beautiful, with bright blue eyes, and strawberry blonde hair. So, anyway, she had plans to spend time with a bunch of her coworkers. One of them was having something similar to those Pampered Chef parties. So, I don't remember how it started, but before she left, we ended up smearing her feet with peanut butter and I had myself a nice little snack. Afterward, she said something about having to clean her feet, before she went out, so they wouldn't smell like peanut butter. At this point I said"Hey doesn't Judy( her coworker) have pets?" She replied" Yeah. A cat. Why?" Well, knowing my wife's penchant for going barefoot, I told her to let it go, and maybe the cat might tickle her feet, and you can tell me about it later. She just rolled her eyes, gave me one of those exasperated sighs, and then good naturedly played along. Unfortunately, things didn't quite go as hoped. When she got home, she told me that the cat came around and smelled her feet a few times, and then promptly bit her big toe! I guess Judy was upset with the cat for biting one of her guests and my wife had to explain that it was her husband trying to get her feet tickled that was the reason for it all. Just proves what I've said over the years: cats are assholes!
Now this particular incident happened about four or five years ago now. I've posted pictures of her feet before, but I don't think I ever actually gave a full description of her. She's about 5'6", 120-125 lbs, nice figure, beautiful, with bright blue eyes, and strawberry blonde hair. So, anyway, she had plans to spend time with a bunch of her coworkers. One of them was having something similar to those Pampered Chef parties. So, I don't remember how it started, but before she left, we ended up smearing her feet with peanut butter and I had myself a nice little snack. Afterward, she said something about having to clean her feet, before she went out, so they wouldn't smell like peanut butter. At this point I said"Hey doesn't Judy( her coworker) have pets?" She replied" Yeah. A cat. Why?" Well, knowing my wife's penchant for going barefoot, I told her to let it go, and maybe the cat might tickle her feet, and you can tell me about it later. She just rolled her eyes, gave me one of those exasperated sighs, and then good naturedly played along. Unfortunately, things didn't quite go as hoped. When she got home, she told me that the cat came around and smelled her feet a few times, and then promptly bit her big toe! I guess Judy was upset with the cat for biting one of her guests and my wife had to explain that it was her husband trying to get her feet tickled that was the reason for it all. Just proves what I've said over the years: cats are assholes!
Thanks for sharing it here. 
