melonboobs
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Ok, this is a true story based on the thread I started in the Tickle Discussion. I will try to write about my early Christmas present to the best of my recollection. I want to share this experience so others not as lucky as myself can enjoy it vicariously.
My wife is a short brunette with big round breasts. She often wears a lot of make up but very tastefully done. I requested we play the Don't Laugh Game for my Christmas present. Because we were going to have to visit relatives around Christmas we scheduled it a few days earlier.
We both undressed. My wife wore nothing but lipstick, eye shadow, perfume, and high heels. I got an erection as soon as I laid on the bed. She tied each of my wrists to a bed post. (A commenter on the Tickle Discussion suggested a game of Don't have an Erection. I'd lose that game in a hurry.)
She got on her knees next to my side and started rubbing my upper chest and neck, while warning me in a teasing voice, "Don't Laugh or I'm going to tickle you."
The carressing made me smile and I got fidgety.
She warned me again in that teasing voice, "Don't Laugh or you know what's going to happen. I'm going to tickle you."
She took the palm of her right hand and really started to rub my upper chest. I remember I made a little funny sound but it wasn't a laugh. I was so excited.
Again she warned me, "Don't Laugh or I'm going to tickle you. I know where you are ticklish"
She wrapped both of her hands around my neck like she was going to strangle me but instead gently rubbed both sides. I could feel the laughter building up inside, but I bit my cheeks and tried hard not to laugh.
She moved back to my chest and she slid her hands from there to my throat.
"Don't Laugh or I'm going to tickle...
This is about when I let out a little funny sounding nasal snicker.
"I warned you not to laugh. You know what's going to happen now. Tickle, tickle, tickle."
As she was saying tickle, she used her fingernails and walked up my ribs to my underarms, forcing me to let out a good hearty laugh. (Tickling my underarms always makes me laugh. It's a reflex.)
Now, she tickled me furiously--my ribs, my underarms, my neck, my belly, and my groin area.
I laughed and struggled and squirmed frantically. It seemed like I was in heaven. Nevertheless, my penis was aching for attention. I was ready to have sex, and she must have sensed it. She stopped and rubbed my penis for a moment or two.
My face turned a little pink or red...I don't know. The hand job made me feel good and embarrassed.
"I'm going to give you another chance," she said. "Don't laugh or this time I'm going to shave you."
I assumed she was threatening to shave my beard.
She resumed carressing my chest and neck. At first I flinched in anticipation of being tickled instead.
"Don't laugh, or I'm going to shave you."
I giggled silently, but she detected it.
"I saw your belly move. You were laughing but you can't fool me. I'm going to shave you."
She got up and walked to the bathroom. She turned around and said, "don't look."
She has a little fat on her ass--I like to look at it, but she doesn't want me to see the fat jiggle...she wrongly thinks it's unattractive. I looked anyway when she continued walking to the bathroom.
She returned with shaving cream and a razor. She crawled between my legs and sprayed the shaving cream over my groin area and on my testicles.
"Wait, what are you doing?" I asked, a little astonished.
"I told you not to laugh or I was going to shave you."
She kissed my erection and carefully began using the razor to remove the hair on my balls. It tickled and I let out a frustrated, high pitched laugh. I never felt such a loss of control. I couldn't stop her from shaving my privates, and I was giggling like a helpless kid.
As she shaved me, she periodically gave me a little fellatio.
By the time she wiped the shaving cream from my groin, I was wimpering and exhausted.
She used some scissors to cut through the rope. (She had a hard time cutting through it.)
She let me ride on top of her until I orgasmed. Surprisingly, I was able to last long enough for her to be satisfied as well (I think.)
Later, she rode on top of me.
My wife is a short brunette with big round breasts. She often wears a lot of make up but very tastefully done. I requested we play the Don't Laugh Game for my Christmas present. Because we were going to have to visit relatives around Christmas we scheduled it a few days earlier.
We both undressed. My wife wore nothing but lipstick, eye shadow, perfume, and high heels. I got an erection as soon as I laid on the bed. She tied each of my wrists to a bed post. (A commenter on the Tickle Discussion suggested a game of Don't have an Erection. I'd lose that game in a hurry.)
She got on her knees next to my side and started rubbing my upper chest and neck, while warning me in a teasing voice, "Don't Laugh or I'm going to tickle you."
The carressing made me smile and I got fidgety.
She warned me again in that teasing voice, "Don't Laugh or you know what's going to happen. I'm going to tickle you."
She took the palm of her right hand and really started to rub my upper chest. I remember I made a little funny sound but it wasn't a laugh. I was so excited.
Again she warned me, "Don't Laugh or I'm going to tickle you. I know where you are ticklish"
She wrapped both of her hands around my neck like she was going to strangle me but instead gently rubbed both sides. I could feel the laughter building up inside, but I bit my cheeks and tried hard not to laugh.
She moved back to my chest and she slid her hands from there to my throat.
"Don't Laugh or I'm going to tickle...
This is about when I let out a little funny sounding nasal snicker.
"I warned you not to laugh. You know what's going to happen now. Tickle, tickle, tickle."
As she was saying tickle, she used her fingernails and walked up my ribs to my underarms, forcing me to let out a good hearty laugh. (Tickling my underarms always makes me laugh. It's a reflex.)
Now, she tickled me furiously--my ribs, my underarms, my neck, my belly, and my groin area.
I laughed and struggled and squirmed frantically. It seemed like I was in heaven. Nevertheless, my penis was aching for attention. I was ready to have sex, and she must have sensed it. She stopped and rubbed my penis for a moment or two.
My face turned a little pink or red...I don't know. The hand job made me feel good and embarrassed.
"I'm going to give you another chance," she said. "Don't laugh or this time I'm going to shave you."
I assumed she was threatening to shave my beard.
She resumed carressing my chest and neck. At first I flinched in anticipation of being tickled instead.
"Don't laugh, or I'm going to shave you."
I giggled silently, but she detected it.
"I saw your belly move. You were laughing but you can't fool me. I'm going to shave you."
She got up and walked to the bathroom. She turned around and said, "don't look."
She has a little fat on her ass--I like to look at it, but she doesn't want me to see the fat jiggle...she wrongly thinks it's unattractive. I looked anyway when she continued walking to the bathroom.
She returned with shaving cream and a razor. She crawled between my legs and sprayed the shaving cream over my groin area and on my testicles.
"Wait, what are you doing?" I asked, a little astonished.
"I told you not to laugh or I was going to shave you."
She kissed my erection and carefully began using the razor to remove the hair on my balls. It tickled and I let out a frustrated, high pitched laugh. I never felt such a loss of control. I couldn't stop her from shaving my privates, and I was giggling like a helpless kid.
As she shaved me, she periodically gave me a little fellatio.
By the time she wiped the shaving cream from my groin, I was wimpering and exhausted.
She used some scissors to cut through the rope. (She had a hard time cutting through it.)
She let me ride on top of her until I orgasmed. Surprisingly, I was able to last long enough for her to be satisfied as well (I think.)
Later, she rode on top of me.
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