My husband and I had a fun evening out with our friends at their house. It was just us and one other couple. Pizza and card games, a good time was had. Me being me kept saying sassy remarks or tried to make my husband distracted (just with talking, no funny business lol) so he couldn't focus as easily when it was his turn. About halfway through our visit the male friend went to use the bathroom so his wife said it was a good opportunity to refill drinks/snacks. They're great hosts. So for a few minutes it was just hubby and I alone, so he turns to me with a big shit eating grin and says "You're gonna get tickled when we get home!" "What? Why? I didn't do anything" I mock protested. "You know what you're doing. I'll give you something to laugh about when we get home young lady" "You're all talk, I don't believe you. No way" Egging him on, what else would a ticklish, infatuated with her husband's touch wife say? He chuckled, "You'll see"
Fast forward two hours and we're pulling into our driveway. "You don't think I forgot, do you?" He taunts. "Forgot what? I think we remembered to grab everything..." I was going to start rattling off the things we brought back home with us but we're already in the house and he's kicking his shoes off and reaching for mine. In a swift motion that he's mastered over the years, he pulls me down on top of him on the couch and begins rubbing my back. "Aww you're so sweet" I nuzzle him by his neck. "You won't be saying that for long!" He says as he begins dancing his fingers gently on my sides. "That tickles!" I don't know why but I always find myself saying things like "that tickles" or "you're tickling me" I used to not be able to say the word for the longest time until probably the past year. Anyway...
"Does it? I'm just getting started" So he continues squeezing and poking and kneading, going through all his tricks, hitting all my tickle spots. At one point he used his mustache on my armpit which felt so silly and added to the ticklishness. I don't think an inch of skin went untouched, even my feet, that I usually protest, got tickled. Lately I've been more open to letting him tickle me anywhere and everywhere. It really is a special and sacred thing when you find your soul mate and you trust them completely, even with your very ticklish feet. But honestly my whole body is very ticklish and I love every second of it. He knows just how long to tickle me, when to switch spots, what to say to verbally tease me, etc. Our antics are something I have come to crave, but our whole relationship isn't tickling obviously. We can just as easily enjoy each other's company doing yard work, working out, or making dinner together, etc... But I do think the tickle sessions are that much better when its with your spouse who you love unconditionally and their smile/laugh makes your heart swell. The passion that goes into a tickle fight with your person is unmatched.
A half hour had gone by and he said we should get to bed while pulling down my shirt and fixing my shorts. I said okay and proceeded to lay on top of him, just like how we started. Probably 10 mins later he shifted out from under me "Babe you have to get up" "Nooo I'm cozy" I cooed. "I'll raspberry you" he threatened. I tensed up. One finger went under my shirt and I giggled nervously. "Where do you want it?" He said while gently poking my belly, pretending to find a good spot. "Here?"
"I don't think I can take any more tickles" I wiped the drool off my face and was still catching my breath from his ticklish assault. "You better get goin' then, it's bed time honey" "Just two more mi-" Pbbbt! I squealed. He proceeded to rub his scruff all on my belly while giving me belly kisses. Finally he stuck his hand down my shorts to finish me off which didn't take long at all. He carried me to our bed and tucked me in. Forehead kisses. "I love you beautiful" "I love you more..." and I fell asleep instantly.
Fast forward two hours and we're pulling into our driveway. "You don't think I forgot, do you?" He taunts. "Forgot what? I think we remembered to grab everything..." I was going to start rattling off the things we brought back home with us but we're already in the house and he's kicking his shoes off and reaching for mine. In a swift motion that he's mastered over the years, he pulls me down on top of him on the couch and begins rubbing my back. "Aww you're so sweet" I nuzzle him by his neck. "You won't be saying that for long!" He says as he begins dancing his fingers gently on my sides. "That tickles!" I don't know why but I always find myself saying things like "that tickles" or "you're tickling me" I used to not be able to say the word for the longest time until probably the past year. Anyway...
"Does it? I'm just getting started" So he continues squeezing and poking and kneading, going through all his tricks, hitting all my tickle spots. At one point he used his mustache on my armpit which felt so silly and added to the ticklishness. I don't think an inch of skin went untouched, even my feet, that I usually protest, got tickled. Lately I've been more open to letting him tickle me anywhere and everywhere. It really is a special and sacred thing when you find your soul mate and you trust them completely, even with your very ticklish feet. But honestly my whole body is very ticklish and I love every second of it. He knows just how long to tickle me, when to switch spots, what to say to verbally tease me, etc. Our antics are something I have come to crave, but our whole relationship isn't tickling obviously. We can just as easily enjoy each other's company doing yard work, working out, or making dinner together, etc... But I do think the tickle sessions are that much better when its with your spouse who you love unconditionally and their smile/laugh makes your heart swell. The passion that goes into a tickle fight with your person is unmatched.
A half hour had gone by and he said we should get to bed while pulling down my shirt and fixing my shorts. I said okay and proceeded to lay on top of him, just like how we started. Probably 10 mins later he shifted out from under me "Babe you have to get up" "Nooo I'm cozy" I cooed. "I'll raspberry you" he threatened. I tensed up. One finger went under my shirt and I giggled nervously. "Where do you want it?" He said while gently poking my belly, pretending to find a good spot. "Here?"
"I don't think I can take any more tickles" I wiped the drool off my face and was still catching my breath from his ticklish assault. "You better get goin' then, it's bed time honey" "Just two more mi-" Pbbbt! I squealed. He proceeded to rub his scruff all on my belly while giving me belly kisses. Finally he stuck his hand down my shorts to finish me off which didn't take long at all. He carried me to our bed and tucked me in. Forehead kisses. "I love you beautiful" "I love you more..." and I fell asleep instantly.
Thanks for sharing your experience here. 
