TickleChgo
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So, it was Saturday and my wife and I were just going to hang out at home for the evening. We asked a friend of ours to hang out with us. We figured she didn’t have anything to do because her daughter was at the same party as ours.
This friend – let’s call her Diane - is real young-minded (some would say immature), and a real California child. She moved back here a few years ago after her divorce. She is on the short side, with medium-long blonde hair.
Diane came over, and I answered the door. My wife was not home yet. Diane kicked off her fur-lined clogs as she came in the door, and I was delighted to see that she was barefoot. As I said, she is a real California girl – she wears a toe ring on each foot, and she has a tattoo of shooting stars and some other stuff on the top of her left foot.
I was pouring us a couple of cocktails when my wife got home. I poured one for her as well. The two ladies sat down on the couch – my wife at the end and Diane in the middle. Diane had her right foot crossed under her as shown in the accompanying pics.
Of course, I sat down next to Diane. Her right foot was right next to me with her sole kinda facing up. The three of us were just sitting there shooting the breeze, enjoying our cocktails and some smoke. After a few minutes, I reached over and scrabbled my fingers on Diane’s sole, which was very soft. She rewarded me with a nice laugh, and said “I’m ticklish!” Not sure if my wife noticed.
Now, I’ve never really been in a situation like this, where I’ve tickled a friend in the presence of my wife, and I’m not sure how she would react. Would she get pissed at me? Would she lend a hand??
A little while later, we were still sitting there on the couch sipping our cocktails and chatting. Diane had not moved her foot. I reached over again and played my fingers on her soft sole. She gave me a good laugh again, and she said “I told you! I’m ticklish!” My wife saw it this time – there was no missing it. She laughed and replied to Diane “That’s why he’s tickling you!” Hah!
So, time passes and we are still sitting there chatting, and Diane had still not moved her foot. Naturally, I reach my hand over towards her foot, but this time she saw me coming. She straightened out her leg and moved her foot away. 🙁
Fun evening and an interesting reaction from my wife. Funny - I am writing this the next evening, and my wife did not bring the tickling up to me at all. I figured she would.
This friend – let’s call her Diane - is real young-minded (some would say immature), and a real California child. She moved back here a few years ago after her divorce. She is on the short side, with medium-long blonde hair.
Diane came over, and I answered the door. My wife was not home yet. Diane kicked off her fur-lined clogs as she came in the door, and I was delighted to see that she was barefoot. As I said, she is a real California girl – she wears a toe ring on each foot, and she has a tattoo of shooting stars and some other stuff on the top of her left foot.
I was pouring us a couple of cocktails when my wife got home. I poured one for her as well. The two ladies sat down on the couch – my wife at the end and Diane in the middle. Diane had her right foot crossed under her as shown in the accompanying pics.
Of course, I sat down next to Diane. Her right foot was right next to me with her sole kinda facing up. The three of us were just sitting there shooting the breeze, enjoying our cocktails and some smoke. After a few minutes, I reached over and scrabbled my fingers on Diane’s sole, which was very soft. She rewarded me with a nice laugh, and said “I’m ticklish!” Not sure if my wife noticed.
Now, I’ve never really been in a situation like this, where I’ve tickled a friend in the presence of my wife, and I’m not sure how she would react. Would she get pissed at me? Would she lend a hand??
A little while later, we were still sitting there on the couch sipping our cocktails and chatting. Diane had not moved her foot. I reached over again and played my fingers on her soft sole. She gave me a good laugh again, and she said “I told you! I’m ticklish!” My wife saw it this time – there was no missing it. She laughed and replied to Diane “That’s why he’s tickling you!” Hah!
So, time passes and we are still sitting there chatting, and Diane had still not moved her foot. Naturally, I reach my hand over towards her foot, but this time she saw me coming. She straightened out her leg and moved her foot away. 🙁
Fun evening and an interesting reaction from my wife. Funny - I am writing this the next evening, and my wife did not bring the tickling up to me at all. I figured she would.
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