spittingcobra
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Actually, it was my wife pretending to be Mrs. Santa Claus.
This last Christmas Eve after we put the kids to sleep, we went to bed, and my wife decided she wanted to play the role of Mrs. Santa Claus going out on the town the one night of the year Santa Claus wouldn't be home. She wanted a boy toy instead of a big fat man for a change.
She put on a red cap and sat on top of me. My wife is a plump but pretty woman, almost a decade younger than me. She knows all about my tickle obsession. She says she'd never do anything like that to me--but some times she does anyway.
That night, she sat on me for a long time and kept tickling me. I'm only a little ticklish, but she was able to make me laugh quite often. My hands were free to stop her, though I tried not to. She was persistent, and when she found an area that made me giggle, she attacked it mercilessly.
One of these days, I'm going to get her to put that red cap back on and do it again.
This last Christmas Eve after we put the kids to sleep, we went to bed, and my wife decided she wanted to play the role of Mrs. Santa Claus going out on the town the one night of the year Santa Claus wouldn't be home. She wanted a boy toy instead of a big fat man for a change.
She put on a red cap and sat on top of me. My wife is a plump but pretty woman, almost a decade younger than me. She knows all about my tickle obsession. She says she'd never do anything like that to me--but some times she does anyway.
That night, she sat on me for a long time and kept tickling me. I'm only a little ticklish, but she was able to make me laugh quite often. My hands were free to stop her, though I tried not to. She was persistent, and when she found an area that made me giggle, she attacked it mercilessly.
One of these days, I'm going to get her to put that red cap back on and do it again.
Thanks for sharing the experience here. 
