"My First Wife"
You may well be lukewarm about tickling, serious/severe tickling, what I even go and call rape-tickling. Yet I share this anyhow:
So I will not use full names nor exact locations, none of that. More than anything I was/have been guilty of failure to do, failure to intervene much more than guilty of DOING anything myself.
My first wife getting tickled became such an idea for me, such a real obsession, it was so so so very right in my mind that this deleted most if not all of any wrongness. I got carried away with being excited about it, and others got carried away executing on the ideas.
There was a married couple, Bob and Linda. Bob was a tickle fiend, admitted to this, and his prime regular target was his wife, Linda. Easy and available was she, right at home. Many times Bob would lock up, draw the drapes, and spend hours going after Linda.
I talked with him more and more, got lost in his obsessions to tickle. He had met and gotten to know my wife, said she had a cute giggle, and eventually he brought up tickling her. I should have made this a no no no no NO, but slowly the idea clicked within me more and more.
And Linda eventually admitted she had a liking/lust for Donna, my wife, and for other females generally, and also that she would really appreciate a rest, meaning Bob would go after someone else and leave her alone for a change.
It was one evening, they came over, we played some tabletop games, had snacks and drinks, my wife got intoxicated and among other things giggled. She kind of was losing some of her self-control.
The set-up was that on signal from Bob, I would seem to leave to make a trip to the store, this established in Donna's mind that I was simply hot around. In actuality, it had gotten dark, and really I stationed myself outside of the dining room window, able to see and hear, it was a condominium, I had somewhat of a panoramic view of the L-shaped dining room, living room as well as straight ahead into the rectangular kitchen area.
Donna actually sipped her drink more, and then Bob "freshened" it for her, adding more to the glass. She was even then giggling over nothing at all specifically. We had benches instead of chairs on each of the long sides of the dining table, she was on one, her head drooped forward and down, she was resting it on the table, and it was then Bob stepped right behind her, reached out and down a bit and started finger tickling plus poking her sides, that made her first giggle more abruptly, as like giggle outbursting, and but as Bob repeated his actions, Donna began her "hoo hoo hoo" laughing. Linda then was right there, stepped a bit to Bob's side, and then pit her one hand on Donna's head and was actually holding it down on the tabletop so Donna could not really lift her head up then.
No words as I recall had been spoken, but then Linda exclaimed to Donna that she had had too much to drink and was out of control ( as if Donna was not being tickled and poked ). And then Linda went and said that Bob and she weren't going to quit until "you, Donna, settle down and get a hold of yourself". Bob and Linda were acting as if they were not doing anything, and the fact Donna was spinning out was HER doing only.
She had a knit pullover on, loose and untucked, and it was not long before Bob had his fingers underneath, had the knit top pulled up at that point along the waistline, fingers directly on Donna's bare skin.
Donna's hoo-hoo-hooing increased, and then suddenly they were pulling her up off the bench, had her back up on her feet, and as Bob held her, Linda was pulling up that knot top big time, hiking it way up so in front it was above Donna'a bra cups, and I knew for sure THAT was getting both Bob and Linda really excited. Linda put on an angry act saying she was tired of that knit top, " I am throwing it away". This was a signal for Linda to pull the top totally up over Donna's head, and then she tossed it like ten feet into the living room, and Donna was now standing in slacks and brassiere. Both Bob and Linda launched a fresh new and vigorous tickle-tickle attack, and Donna in about three or six seconds was slumping and collapsing right where she stood. B & L immediately dropped down with her to continue using their fingers to tickle and poke. At the moment Donna was a rather completely conquered mess, and meanwhile outside the window I was about as excited as can be, I might add surprised as well with how far and fast B & L had gone. I had a spot in my mind enough for it to occur to me they had no right to do what they were doing, and were doing it anyway, and this also made me wild. (I had to try to be quiet out there, not make a lot of noise lest Donna somehow notice).
===To Be Continued===
You may well be lukewarm about tickling, serious/severe tickling, what I even go and call rape-tickling. Yet I share this anyhow:
So I will not use full names nor exact locations, none of that. More than anything I was/have been guilty of failure to do, failure to intervene much more than guilty of DOING anything myself.
My first wife getting tickled became such an idea for me, such a real obsession, it was so so so very right in my mind that this deleted most if not all of any wrongness. I got carried away with being excited about it, and others got carried away executing on the ideas.
There was a married couple, Bob and Linda. Bob was a tickle fiend, admitted to this, and his prime regular target was his wife, Linda. Easy and available was she, right at home. Many times Bob would lock up, draw the drapes, and spend hours going after Linda.
I talked with him more and more, got lost in his obsessions to tickle. He had met and gotten to know my wife, said she had a cute giggle, and eventually he brought up tickling her. I should have made this a no no no no NO, but slowly the idea clicked within me more and more.
And Linda eventually admitted she had a liking/lust for Donna, my wife, and for other females generally, and also that she would really appreciate a rest, meaning Bob would go after someone else and leave her alone for a change.
It was one evening, they came over, we played some tabletop games, had snacks and drinks, my wife got intoxicated and among other things giggled. She kind of was losing some of her self-control.
The set-up was that on signal from Bob, I would seem to leave to make a trip to the store, this established in Donna's mind that I was simply hot around. In actuality, it had gotten dark, and really I stationed myself outside of the dining room window, able to see and hear, it was a condominium, I had somewhat of a panoramic view of the L-shaped dining room, living room as well as straight ahead into the rectangular kitchen area.
Donna actually sipped her drink more, and then Bob "freshened" it for her, adding more to the glass. She was even then giggling over nothing at all specifically. We had benches instead of chairs on each of the long sides of the dining table, she was on one, her head drooped forward and down, she was resting it on the table, and it was then Bob stepped right behind her, reached out and down a bit and started finger tickling plus poking her sides, that made her first giggle more abruptly, as like giggle outbursting, and but as Bob repeated his actions, Donna began her "hoo hoo hoo" laughing. Linda then was right there, stepped a bit to Bob's side, and then pit her one hand on Donna's head and was actually holding it down on the tabletop so Donna could not really lift her head up then.
No words as I recall had been spoken, but then Linda exclaimed to Donna that she had had too much to drink and was out of control ( as if Donna was not being tickled and poked ). And then Linda went and said that Bob and she weren't going to quit until "you, Donna, settle down and get a hold of yourself". Bob and Linda were acting as if they were not doing anything, and the fact Donna was spinning out was HER doing only.
She had a knit pullover on, loose and untucked, and it was not long before Bob had his fingers underneath, had the knit top pulled up at that point along the waistline, fingers directly on Donna's bare skin.
Donna's hoo-hoo-hooing increased, and then suddenly they were pulling her up off the bench, had her back up on her feet, and as Bob held her, Linda was pulling up that knot top big time, hiking it way up so in front it was above Donna'a bra cups, and I knew for sure THAT was getting both Bob and Linda really excited. Linda put on an angry act saying she was tired of that knit top, " I am throwing it away". This was a signal for Linda to pull the top totally up over Donna's head, and then she tossed it like ten feet into the living room, and Donna was now standing in slacks and brassiere. Both Bob and Linda launched a fresh new and vigorous tickle-tickle attack, and Donna in about three or six seconds was slumping and collapsing right where she stood. B & L immediately dropped down with her to continue using their fingers to tickle and poke. At the moment Donna was a rather completely conquered mess, and meanwhile outside the window I was about as excited as can be, I might add surprised as well with how far and fast B & L had gone. I had a spot in my mind enough for it to occur to me they had no right to do what they were doing, and were doing it anyway, and this also made me wild. (I had to try to be quiet out there, not make a lot of noise lest Donna somehow notice).
===To Be Continued===
