cloudywolf
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Last night, partially as a reward for getting back to the gym, and partially just to have some fun, my wife gave me a pretty special treat.
After showering I lay on the bed mucking around on my phone while she finished off some work. We had discussed the possibility of playing earlier in the day, so I knew there was the chance of something fun being on the cards.
An unforeseen error meant she couldn't complete anything else (what a shame!), so she began getting herself ready for bed. When she came back into the room she was wearing only a pair of sexy black underwear, immediately catching my attention.
Climbing on top of me she began kissing me passionately. After only a few minutes she reached down into the bedside drawer and pulled out some baby oil. Pouring it generously over my cock she started to give me a pretty incredible handjob. It wasn't long before she repositioned to give me access to her feet, knowing that this would turn me on even further. I began sucking and kissing as she continued to work me over. I couldn't resist tickling of course, but as beautiful as my wife's feet are, she is essentially not ticklish.
That doesn't stop me though, somehow just the act of tickling her soft sexy feet gets me excited even when it doesn't trigger the normal ticklish reactions.
It was around about now when she started letting her hands drift, and I felt her fingernails grazing up and down my (now semi-oiled) balls. This caused me to jerk around and kiss her feet harder. Enjoying this reaction she kept one hand on my cock while the other began roaming up and down my legs, tickling as it went. The alternating sensations were a lot for my brain to try and handle. Something I stopped trying to do when her nails found my recently moisturised feet.
I squealed out loud at this point and I could see the glint in her eye. "It was silly to moisturise them" she teased as her nails scraped along my arch.
"Mmm no I like it" I told her, and she then proceeded to lie backwards, pulling my feet onto her chest. I knew what was coming, but nothing quite prepares you for that initial jolt of nails on soft feet. Bang, there it was, the electricity of ten nails scampering away on my most sensitive spot.
I was lost in laughter when I felt her soft feet pull away from my grasp and onto my groin. They began gently stroking me, while her nails were simultaneously (and not so gently) stroking my feet.
It felt so good and there was no way I was going to last long. She sat up again and used both hands to finish me off. Then, before I had a chance to clean myself up, she began tickling me all over. Up and down my legs at first which although intense was bearable. But then came my hips, my groin, my sides. I was really struggling to get away now.
"Don't get cum on me!" she ordered as her hands reached back down towards my ankles. Nope nope nope. Post-orgasm my feet are way too sensitive, and the fantasies of being tickle tortured immediately disappear as the reality hits home. If I was bound, as I had suggested part way through, she may have really wrecked me. But, with the level of frantic energy you might expect, I managed to get out from underneath her and away to safety.
I know for certain that if she was as ticklish as I was, I would love pushing her to breaking point. Who knows maybe I won't be so lucky next time. I think I'll head to the gym again today...
After showering I lay on the bed mucking around on my phone while she finished off some work. We had discussed the possibility of playing earlier in the day, so I knew there was the chance of something fun being on the cards.
An unforeseen error meant she couldn't complete anything else (what a shame!), so she began getting herself ready for bed. When she came back into the room she was wearing only a pair of sexy black underwear, immediately catching my attention.
Climbing on top of me she began kissing me passionately. After only a few minutes she reached down into the bedside drawer and pulled out some baby oil. Pouring it generously over my cock she started to give me a pretty incredible handjob. It wasn't long before she repositioned to give me access to her feet, knowing that this would turn me on even further. I began sucking and kissing as she continued to work me over. I couldn't resist tickling of course, but as beautiful as my wife's feet are, she is essentially not ticklish.
That doesn't stop me though, somehow just the act of tickling her soft sexy feet gets me excited even when it doesn't trigger the normal ticklish reactions.
It was around about now when she started letting her hands drift, and I felt her fingernails grazing up and down my (now semi-oiled) balls. This caused me to jerk around and kiss her feet harder. Enjoying this reaction she kept one hand on my cock while the other began roaming up and down my legs, tickling as it went. The alternating sensations were a lot for my brain to try and handle. Something I stopped trying to do when her nails found my recently moisturised feet.
I squealed out loud at this point and I could see the glint in her eye. "It was silly to moisturise them" she teased as her nails scraped along my arch.
"Mmm no I like it" I told her, and she then proceeded to lie backwards, pulling my feet onto her chest. I knew what was coming, but nothing quite prepares you for that initial jolt of nails on soft feet. Bang, there it was, the electricity of ten nails scampering away on my most sensitive spot.
I was lost in laughter when I felt her soft feet pull away from my grasp and onto my groin. They began gently stroking me, while her nails were simultaneously (and not so gently) stroking my feet.
It felt so good and there was no way I was going to last long. She sat up again and used both hands to finish me off. Then, before I had a chance to clean myself up, she began tickling me all over. Up and down my legs at first which although intense was bearable. But then came my hips, my groin, my sides. I was really struggling to get away now.
"Don't get cum on me!" she ordered as her hands reached back down towards my ankles. Nope nope nope. Post-orgasm my feet are way too sensitive, and the fantasies of being tickle tortured immediately disappear as the reality hits home. If I was bound, as I had suggested part way through, she may have really wrecked me. But, with the level of frantic energy you might expect, I managed to get out from underneath her and away to safety.
I know for certain that if she was as ticklish as I was, I would love pushing her to breaking point. Who knows maybe I won't be so lucky next time. I think I'll head to the gym again today...
Thanks for sharing your experience here. 
