I'm the wife. I get tickled almost daily. Sometimes its just brief little squeezes of affection, sometimes its a few consistent tickles to let me know what could come later, and sometimes it's a full on tickle attack that leaves me simultaneously both hot and bothered and out of breath. Tonight hubby wanted to play and didn't take any time. We were cozy together watching TV. I'll often sit in between his legs, at least to start out until one of us gets uncomfortable. Gives him the option to rub my back or shoulders, play with my hair, or torment my tickle spots from behind.
"Give me your arms," he said while reaching for them.
"You don't need them," I protested and crossed them in front of me.
"Okay fine, that's how you want to play it? Last chance..." he poked at my ribs warningly, getting a few light giggles.
"Play what? I don't know what you're talking about. I'm just sittin' here cozy watching the show. That doesn't even tick--"
At this point he managed to grab both wrists with each of his hands and pulled them gently up over his head, so they were behind his neck. "I bet you wish you had a third hand" I stretched my legs out in front of me.
"I don't need it" He held both wrists with one hand and said "Anything else you want to say, dear?"
"Hurry up and get it over with!" I barked out.
"Are you telling me what to do?" He pinched my right nipple in between his thumb and pointer finger on his right hand.
"No," I squeaked
"Are you lying?" He licked the back of my neck sloppily. Total turn on, I was screwed. I'm so much more ticklish when aroused. My hair was up in a messy bun so he had total access.
"Hee hee hee no"
He took his right hand and walked his fingers up my ribs to my armpit. I was giggling but kept my arms up, with the help of him holding my wrists with his left hand. "That tickles!" I always instinctively say, as if he doesn't know, lol.
"No, that's just my fingers moving. This is tickling" He said and gently clawed at both sides of my ribs with both hands, then moved down to my sides and then back up to the ribs but harder this time. I was laughing hard now and instinctively put my arms down once he let go of my wrists to get me good with both hands.
"Put those arms back up, young lady"
"Noo hohoho I hahahaha- cahanahant!!" Trying to reason with your tickler in between being tickled silly is quite difficult. I could never be tickled by anyone other than my spouse. He knows all my spots but also my limits.
"Either you put them up and I tickle your armpits or I'm restraining you and getting those feet. Those feet need to be tickled, its been too long" He threatened.
"Fine! Armpits!" I said and put my arms back behind his neck. "They aren't even ticklish anyway" I lied. Suddenly all 10 fingers were wiggling in my armpits and I was howling. This went on for probably only 3 minutes but felt much longer, having to hold my arms up.
"Good job, honey" He stopped tickling and gave me my water bottle. "That was fun," I smiled knowing the fun wasn't over just yet, we had to take care of the tent in hubby's shorts... 🙂 I'm sure my feet will get a good tickling soon, he's been threatening me with the idea for the past week or so when just briefly tickling them in between massages. "I love rubbing them but feet are for ticklin' you know" he told me recently.
"Give me your arms," he said while reaching for them.
"You don't need them," I protested and crossed them in front of me.
"Okay fine, that's how you want to play it? Last chance..." he poked at my ribs warningly, getting a few light giggles.
"Play what? I don't know what you're talking about. I'm just sittin' here cozy watching the show. That doesn't even tick--"
At this point he managed to grab both wrists with each of his hands and pulled them gently up over his head, so they were behind his neck. "I bet you wish you had a third hand" I stretched my legs out in front of me.
"I don't need it" He held both wrists with one hand and said "Anything else you want to say, dear?"
"Hurry up and get it over with!" I barked out.
"Are you telling me what to do?" He pinched my right nipple in between his thumb and pointer finger on his right hand.
"No," I squeaked
"Are you lying?" He licked the back of my neck sloppily. Total turn on, I was screwed. I'm so much more ticklish when aroused. My hair was up in a messy bun so he had total access.
"Hee hee hee no"
He took his right hand and walked his fingers up my ribs to my armpit. I was giggling but kept my arms up, with the help of him holding my wrists with his left hand. "That tickles!" I always instinctively say, as if he doesn't know, lol.
"No, that's just my fingers moving. This is tickling" He said and gently clawed at both sides of my ribs with both hands, then moved down to my sides and then back up to the ribs but harder this time. I was laughing hard now and instinctively put my arms down once he let go of my wrists to get me good with both hands.
"Put those arms back up, young lady"
"Noo hohoho I hahahaha- cahanahant!!" Trying to reason with your tickler in between being tickled silly is quite difficult. I could never be tickled by anyone other than my spouse. He knows all my spots but also my limits.
"Either you put them up and I tickle your armpits or I'm restraining you and getting those feet. Those feet need to be tickled, its been too long" He threatened.
"Fine! Armpits!" I said and put my arms back behind his neck. "They aren't even ticklish anyway" I lied. Suddenly all 10 fingers were wiggling in my armpits and I was howling. This went on for probably only 3 minutes but felt much longer, having to hold my arms up.
"Good job, honey" He stopped tickling and gave me my water bottle. "That was fun," I smiled knowing the fun wasn't over just yet, we had to take care of the tent in hubby's shorts... 🙂 I'm sure my feet will get a good tickling soon, he's been threatening me with the idea for the past week or so when just briefly tickling them in between massages. "I love rubbing them but feet are for ticklin' you know" he told me recently.
