I got home from work yesterday and walked through the front door and
much to my surprise, my wife was lying on her stomach in front of the couch.
Our couch is a long one with recliners on both ends. She had pulled the foot
rest up and was halfway up under the couch. I asked what she was doing and
she replied that she was looking for her car keys. That they must have slipped
through the cushions. Our friend Sharon was sitting on the other end of the
couch giggling at her.
My wife, late 40's had on a blouse, black slacks, and she had on these worn
out crocs she loves wearing around the house. I could see she had brown
nylons on and had her toes pointing down so her soles could be easily seen
because of the way the crocs had pulled away from them. Now Sharon,
middle 50's, is a woman of the pentecostal faith. I love these women. They
are always in dresses or skirts, usually with nylons, and some wear some of
the sexiest heels I have ever seen. Sharon included. She was in a purple
long sleeve sweater, purple skirt, down just below her knees, and was
shoeless. Her heels were on the floor beside her. They were a pump style
and also purple. Her nylons were an off white.
"Spank her Joe", Sharon said. "I won't tell on you". I sat my lunch kit down
and said "No, not a spanking. But this". I then straddled my wifes thighs
and began to tickle her sides. She shrieked and began to laugh. I felt her
legs fly up and her heels hit me in the back. I cought a movement and one
of her crocs and flown over my head and landed on the couch. She was
trying to get her arms out from under the couch to protect her sides but
was trapped. Her feet continued to bounce against my back. She was
screaming in ticklish laughter. I looked up at Sharon and she kind of had
this grin on her face. I said, "I think her feet want some attention too,
don't you Sharon?"
I didn't give her time to answer. I got up and went to my wifes feet and
bent them towards her, got down and moved forward. I now had her feet
bent almost over her butt. "Oh please honey!!", my wife shrieked. I then
began to spider tickle her soles. The laughter began again. Before I quit,
I pulled her feet back and nibbled her toes.
I then got up and looked at Sharon. "How about you Sharon. Need a
little tickle?" I slowly advanced toward her and put my hands out, wiggling
my fingers. "Oh, wait Joe, please", she pleaded putting her hands out in
front of her. I got on my knees in front of her and pushed my hands through
her and began to tickle her ribs. Sharon has a little bit of a buldging stomach
and the beginings of love handles. Immediately she began to laugh
hysterically. "Jackpot", I thought to myself. I've known her a long time and
have always wanted to find out if she was ticklish. I continued to tweak
her sides as I sat on the couch besides her. In a short time she was
beginning to weaken. I gently pushed her back onto the end of the couch,
as I continued to tickle her. Her laughter would soften when I tickled softly
but would raise a few octaves when I tickled harder.
I stopped tickling her for a bit and glanced at my wife. She had rolled
over onto her side and was really grinning at me. "How about these feet
Sharon?", I asked. "I think they need some attention too". "Noooooo", she
pleaded. I scooped them up into my lap and held both ankles with one
hand and began to softly tickle her soles with the other. Once again I was
rewarded with laughter. She made a vain attempt to lean forward to push
my hands away, but fell back against the couch. I explored her soles for
around 5 minutes. Like her ribs, if I tickled soft, her laughter was soft, and
vice a versa for the hard tickling. I even discovered she was ticklish behind
her kneecaps, as her skirt had ridden up during the foot tickling.
Finally I had mercy on her and stopped tickling. She wound up being
allright with it. My wife as well. In fact she told Sharon that tickling was
a big part of our life. Sharon, it seems, hadn't been tickled in many years,
and didn't seem to care to dwell on her tickling past.
Hope y'all enjoyed the story
much to my surprise, my wife was lying on her stomach in front of the couch.
Our couch is a long one with recliners on both ends. She had pulled the foot
rest up and was halfway up under the couch. I asked what she was doing and
she replied that she was looking for her car keys. That they must have slipped
through the cushions. Our friend Sharon was sitting on the other end of the
couch giggling at her.
My wife, late 40's had on a blouse, black slacks, and she had on these worn
out crocs she loves wearing around the house. I could see she had brown
nylons on and had her toes pointing down so her soles could be easily seen
because of the way the crocs had pulled away from them. Now Sharon,
middle 50's, is a woman of the pentecostal faith. I love these women. They
are always in dresses or skirts, usually with nylons, and some wear some of
the sexiest heels I have ever seen. Sharon included. She was in a purple
long sleeve sweater, purple skirt, down just below her knees, and was
shoeless. Her heels were on the floor beside her. They were a pump style
and also purple. Her nylons were an off white.
"Spank her Joe", Sharon said. "I won't tell on you". I sat my lunch kit down
and said "No, not a spanking. But this". I then straddled my wifes thighs
and began to tickle her sides. She shrieked and began to laugh. I felt her
legs fly up and her heels hit me in the back. I cought a movement and one
of her crocs and flown over my head and landed on the couch. She was
trying to get her arms out from under the couch to protect her sides but
was trapped. Her feet continued to bounce against my back. She was
screaming in ticklish laughter. I looked up at Sharon and she kind of had
this grin on her face. I said, "I think her feet want some attention too,
don't you Sharon?"
I didn't give her time to answer. I got up and went to my wifes feet and
bent them towards her, got down and moved forward. I now had her feet
bent almost over her butt. "Oh please honey!!", my wife shrieked. I then
began to spider tickle her soles. The laughter began again. Before I quit,
I pulled her feet back and nibbled her toes.
I then got up and looked at Sharon. "How about you Sharon. Need a
little tickle?" I slowly advanced toward her and put my hands out, wiggling
my fingers. "Oh, wait Joe, please", she pleaded putting her hands out in
front of her. I got on my knees in front of her and pushed my hands through
her and began to tickle her ribs. Sharon has a little bit of a buldging stomach
and the beginings of love handles. Immediately she began to laugh
hysterically. "Jackpot", I thought to myself. I've known her a long time and
have always wanted to find out if she was ticklish. I continued to tweak
her sides as I sat on the couch besides her. In a short time she was
beginning to weaken. I gently pushed her back onto the end of the couch,
as I continued to tickle her. Her laughter would soften when I tickled softly
but would raise a few octaves when I tickled harder.
I stopped tickling her for a bit and glanced at my wife. She had rolled
over onto her side and was really grinning at me. "How about these feet
Sharon?", I asked. "I think they need some attention too". "Noooooo", she
pleaded. I scooped them up into my lap and held both ankles with one
hand and began to softly tickle her soles with the other. Once again I was
rewarded with laughter. She made a vain attempt to lean forward to push
my hands away, but fell back against the couch. I explored her soles for
around 5 minutes. Like her ribs, if I tickled soft, her laughter was soft, and
vice a versa for the hard tickling. I even discovered she was ticklish behind
her kneecaps, as her skirt had ridden up during the foot tickling.
Finally I had mercy on her and stopped tickling. She wound up being
allright with it. My wife as well. In fact she told Sharon that tickling was
a big part of our life. Sharon, it seems, hadn't been tickled in many years,
and didn't seem to care to dwell on her tickling past.
Hope y'all enjoyed the story
