This story is one of the earliest times when I was able to trick my wife into getting gang tickled. This was the first time that I was able to engage her two close friends along with their kids into the tickling session, usually they jumped Dee by themselves and tickled into all her sensitive spots. These were the two friends, a blonde and a brunette, who were involved in the bondage tickling at the hotel pool 10 or 12 years later. I posted that story already. And the daughter of the brunette was also the same girl who was the instigator in our Venture Scout troop tickling of Dee who were involved in the practice search-and-rescue event later that year.
We were partying at a beach cottage with my wife’s two closest girlfriends who were sisters and their teenage boys and girl. The teenagers had recently all had their 18th birthdays and finished their first year of college. We were all spending the night there so we were sitting around in pajamas. My wife, Dee, had a loose silky short sleeve top and shorts set with the top just brushing the waistband of her pants and bare legs and feet. When she would move around, especially bending, the top would shift exposing her belly or back.
All of the adults were drinking and getting a bit tipsy so everyone was joking around. My wife was teasing the closer of the two friends who was a slender blonde with the teenage boys by tickling on her neck and making her jump from the sensations. One of the boys had picked up a splinter walking around on the deck and was now inside limping and complaining about it. Since my wife had a medical background, she offered to pull the splinter with her long white nails. He was lying on the floor on his back while Dee was sitting in a chair and so he lifted his foot up and laid it across her knee. When she lifted his foot, she ran her long fingernails along the sole of his foot, tickling him, and he squealed and jumped. She also laughed and asked, “oh, are you ticklish?” with an evil grin.
His mother said smiling “yes, he is very ticklish so be careful! “. Then Dee kept ‘accidentally’ tickling him while she looked for the splinter; she would pretend to be getting the end of the splinter and drag her fingers together to tickle in his instep. When she finally had the splinter out, she wrapped her leg around his, held onto his ankle with one hand and tickled the crap out of him with her other fingers while he writhed around, laughing almost hysterically. She was taunting him, talking about how he was letting a little woman control him while Jenny was telling her to let him go. When she finally let him loose just as his mom and Jenny were grabbing Dee, his hair was all tousled and damp. His mom said to Dee, “you’re pretty saucy for someone who’s so ticklish herself!” He was embarrassed, but seemed to perk up at his mom’s comment.
Then we ate some lunch and were sitting around having more drinks and chatting. After some lazy napping and another drink, Dee started doing leg lifts, slowly and, to me, a bit erotically, and I think trying to get attention. I noticed the two teenage boys slyly watching her as her legs let the shorts slide up into her thighs and her top fell open at the bottom, exposing her belly and naval. Jenny was also watching with an odd look on her face, part resentful and part admiring with some other emotion flushing her face. After a long erotic series of lifts, first on one side with her top almost exposing too much, then the other, Dee decided to shift over to crunches and asked me to hold her feet down and I said it was too much trouble and asked Tom, the boy she had tickled, to hold her legs. He immediately knelt down and held her ankles to the floor. I suggested that spreading her legs apart would be a better workout and asked Jenny, the daughter of her brunette friend, to hold one ankle down. Jenny, still jealous over Dee tickling her favorite cousin, immediately kneeled down and gripped one leg with one hand on her ankle, pulled her leg wide open and wrapped the fingers on her other hand around the ball of Dee’s foot.
That gave Tom the opportunity to use his now free hand to hold Dee’s foot across her arch with the other hand still holding her ankle. That way both kids had fingers on Dee’s soft soles ready for action. No tickling yet, but we were on the way. As she linked her hands behind her head with elbows out straight, I knelt at Dee’s back and said, “a little resistance for your upper body will help a lot”, and grasped her wrists in both hands. Then I pulled against her wrists and slightly down, which locked her arms together. As soon as I did that, Tom recognized that I had rendered her helpless, so he took advantage and stroked her instep, making her giggle uncontrollably.
When she giggled, she lost her stomach muscle strength and I pulled her down to the floor. Tom‘s blonde mother said “hey Dee, looks like you’re the one on the wrong end of a tickling“. That gave Tom permission to dig in and start tickling Dee’s soft sole really hard and the teenage daughter of the brunette did the same on her other foot. So, with Dee spreadeagled, and both feet getting tickled by her her friends teenagers, I looked over at Chase, the son of her other friend, and said “jump in here and help your brother get his revenge“. He came over, knelt down, and took one of her wrists while I held the other. We pulled them apart and stretched her out, which caused her pajama top to pull up and expose her entire stomach. Now she really was spreadeagled and held down by four people all stronger than Dee.
Her loose flimsy top left her armpits exposed and vulnerable, letting us run our fingers up her arms into her trapped soft bare skin. From the expression on Chase’s face, he had not been able to hold down a woman and take control of her emotions before, so he was focused on her bare skin. As we each started tickling in her armpits with one hand, the blonde friend and mother of Dee’s tickle victims, came over, and said, “Dee has always been especially ticklish on her knees, let me see if it’s still true!” Then she dug in tickling both knees in those soft spots just above the knees and Dee went crazy so we used both hands to hold her down. As the blonde tickled her knees, Dee’s silky short pajamas bunched up into her inner thighs and the other mom, the brunette mother of Jenny, leaned down and crossed her hands to get her palms against both inner thighs and squeezed as close in as she could get. With all of us tickling my wife, Dee was rolling back and forth as much as our tight grips allowed and laughing uncontrollably.
The brunette moved up to Dee’s bare stretched belly and used her long French manicure to stroke and tickle the length of her belly, using both hands side by side lightly raising goose pimples on her soft rippling belly, while stopping briefly to tickle into her naval. That gave the blonde room to take over tickling from her inner thighs to her knees and the teens holding her feet kept her legs wide open so her thighs were readily accessible and vulnerable. Dee started to scream but was losing her voice and wound up laughing silently, wheezing and coughing. She had lost all control to the gang tickling.
We all continued tickling Dee all over with me holding her wrist down to tickle against her breast on my side, one boy doing the same to her other armpit, the teens stroking and digging into her bare feet, and her two best friends stroking her belly and inner thighs, and I wished someone was recording the scene for a movie, but also knew I would remember it forever now that it was burning into my mind. I also realized with a thrill that I could control the movie now that my petite wife was helpless with her nipples getting hard and erect from the ticklish sensations forced on her by the group. The sight of her long manicured fingernails trying to grasp our hands along with her girlfriends’ flashing nails alternating between stroking and digging in almost made me catch my breath. It was so sexy seeing the edges of her nipple flashing from nude to covered as she twisted in our grasp and it allowed me to touch her naked breast on the rebound. From the intense stare from Chase, he apparently was getting to see and feel more than he had expected. I think Dee was getting aroused at least in part by the feeling of restraint by the teens holding her spreadeagled like a gangbang movie. The teens at her feet were really enjoying being in control of an older woman who had been so sassy just half an hour before, not to count getting revenge on her. Her best friends were taking advantage of their knowledge of Dee’s weaknesses and exposed sensitive belly and legs. Then the relentless and savage revenge tickling had her screaming with tears running down her cheeks while her shrill laughs reinforced the feelings of intense tickling on her body.
The teenagers were especially enjoying taking control of my wife and getting tickle revenge on her. That was apparent as they showed no signs of wanting to stop and I decided that Dee could use an extended session of helpless tickling. I knew from experience that when we finally went to bed I could take advantage of her arousal to keep her on the edge until finally feeling her orgasm drop her over the edge of a mind blowing experience that would leave her giggling softly in her almost drug induced sleep.
We were partying at a beach cottage with my wife’s two closest girlfriends who were sisters and their teenage boys and girl. The teenagers had recently all had their 18th birthdays and finished their first year of college. We were all spending the night there so we were sitting around in pajamas. My wife, Dee, had a loose silky short sleeve top and shorts set with the top just brushing the waistband of her pants and bare legs and feet. When she would move around, especially bending, the top would shift exposing her belly or back.
All of the adults were drinking and getting a bit tipsy so everyone was joking around. My wife was teasing the closer of the two friends who was a slender blonde with the teenage boys by tickling on her neck and making her jump from the sensations. One of the boys had picked up a splinter walking around on the deck and was now inside limping and complaining about it. Since my wife had a medical background, she offered to pull the splinter with her long white nails. He was lying on the floor on his back while Dee was sitting in a chair and so he lifted his foot up and laid it across her knee. When she lifted his foot, she ran her long fingernails along the sole of his foot, tickling him, and he squealed and jumped. She also laughed and asked, “oh, are you ticklish?” with an evil grin.
His mother said smiling “yes, he is very ticklish so be careful! “. Then Dee kept ‘accidentally’ tickling him while she looked for the splinter; she would pretend to be getting the end of the splinter and drag her fingers together to tickle in his instep. When she finally had the splinter out, she wrapped her leg around his, held onto his ankle with one hand and tickled the crap out of him with her other fingers while he writhed around, laughing almost hysterically. She was taunting him, talking about how he was letting a little woman control him while Jenny was telling her to let him go. When she finally let him loose just as his mom and Jenny were grabbing Dee, his hair was all tousled and damp. His mom said to Dee, “you’re pretty saucy for someone who’s so ticklish herself!” He was embarrassed, but seemed to perk up at his mom’s comment.
Then we ate some lunch and were sitting around having more drinks and chatting. After some lazy napping and another drink, Dee started doing leg lifts, slowly and, to me, a bit erotically, and I think trying to get attention. I noticed the two teenage boys slyly watching her as her legs let the shorts slide up into her thighs and her top fell open at the bottom, exposing her belly and naval. Jenny was also watching with an odd look on her face, part resentful and part admiring with some other emotion flushing her face. After a long erotic series of lifts, first on one side with her top almost exposing too much, then the other, Dee decided to shift over to crunches and asked me to hold her feet down and I said it was too much trouble and asked Tom, the boy she had tickled, to hold her legs. He immediately knelt down and held her ankles to the floor. I suggested that spreading her legs apart would be a better workout and asked Jenny, the daughter of her brunette friend, to hold one ankle down. Jenny, still jealous over Dee tickling her favorite cousin, immediately kneeled down and gripped one leg with one hand on her ankle, pulled her leg wide open and wrapped the fingers on her other hand around the ball of Dee’s foot.
That gave Tom the opportunity to use his now free hand to hold Dee’s foot across her arch with the other hand still holding her ankle. That way both kids had fingers on Dee’s soft soles ready for action. No tickling yet, but we were on the way. As she linked her hands behind her head with elbows out straight, I knelt at Dee’s back and said, “a little resistance for your upper body will help a lot”, and grasped her wrists in both hands. Then I pulled against her wrists and slightly down, which locked her arms together. As soon as I did that, Tom recognized that I had rendered her helpless, so he took advantage and stroked her instep, making her giggle uncontrollably.
When she giggled, she lost her stomach muscle strength and I pulled her down to the floor. Tom‘s blonde mother said “hey Dee, looks like you’re the one on the wrong end of a tickling“. That gave Tom permission to dig in and start tickling Dee’s soft sole really hard and the teenage daughter of the brunette did the same on her other foot. So, with Dee spreadeagled, and both feet getting tickled by her her friends teenagers, I looked over at Chase, the son of her other friend, and said “jump in here and help your brother get his revenge“. He came over, knelt down, and took one of her wrists while I held the other. We pulled them apart and stretched her out, which caused her pajama top to pull up and expose her entire stomach. Now she really was spreadeagled and held down by four people all stronger than Dee.
Her loose flimsy top left her armpits exposed and vulnerable, letting us run our fingers up her arms into her trapped soft bare skin. From the expression on Chase’s face, he had not been able to hold down a woman and take control of her emotions before, so he was focused on her bare skin. As we each started tickling in her armpits with one hand, the blonde friend and mother of Dee’s tickle victims, came over, and said, “Dee has always been especially ticklish on her knees, let me see if it’s still true!” Then she dug in tickling both knees in those soft spots just above the knees and Dee went crazy so we used both hands to hold her down. As the blonde tickled her knees, Dee’s silky short pajamas bunched up into her inner thighs and the other mom, the brunette mother of Jenny, leaned down and crossed her hands to get her palms against both inner thighs and squeezed as close in as she could get. With all of us tickling my wife, Dee was rolling back and forth as much as our tight grips allowed and laughing uncontrollably.
The brunette moved up to Dee’s bare stretched belly and used her long French manicure to stroke and tickle the length of her belly, using both hands side by side lightly raising goose pimples on her soft rippling belly, while stopping briefly to tickle into her naval. That gave the blonde room to take over tickling from her inner thighs to her knees and the teens holding her feet kept her legs wide open so her thighs were readily accessible and vulnerable. Dee started to scream but was losing her voice and wound up laughing silently, wheezing and coughing. She had lost all control to the gang tickling.
We all continued tickling Dee all over with me holding her wrist down to tickle against her breast on my side, one boy doing the same to her other armpit, the teens stroking and digging into her bare feet, and her two best friends stroking her belly and inner thighs, and I wished someone was recording the scene for a movie, but also knew I would remember it forever now that it was burning into my mind. I also realized with a thrill that I could control the movie now that my petite wife was helpless with her nipples getting hard and erect from the ticklish sensations forced on her by the group. The sight of her long manicured fingernails trying to grasp our hands along with her girlfriends’ flashing nails alternating between stroking and digging in almost made me catch my breath. It was so sexy seeing the edges of her nipple flashing from nude to covered as she twisted in our grasp and it allowed me to touch her naked breast on the rebound. From the intense stare from Chase, he apparently was getting to see and feel more than he had expected. I think Dee was getting aroused at least in part by the feeling of restraint by the teens holding her spreadeagled like a gangbang movie. The teens at her feet were really enjoying being in control of an older woman who had been so sassy just half an hour before, not to count getting revenge on her. Her best friends were taking advantage of their knowledge of Dee’s weaknesses and exposed sensitive belly and legs. Then the relentless and savage revenge tickling had her screaming with tears running down her cheeks while her shrill laughs reinforced the feelings of intense tickling on her body.
The teenagers were especially enjoying taking control of my wife and getting tickle revenge on her. That was apparent as they showed no signs of wanting to stop and I decided that Dee could use an extended session of helpless tickling. I knew from experience that when we finally went to bed I could take advantage of her arousal to keep her on the edge until finally feeling her orgasm drop her over the edge of a mind blowing experience that would leave her giggling softly in her almost drug induced sleep.
