Toesheldback
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One of my wife’s good friends is a gal who we met years ago when she was our local bartender. She’s in her 40s now, blonde with big blue eyes. Huge heart too. Probably too huge, but I digress.
Several years ago, my wife was looking for a friend to go get a pedi with, and at the bar she asked Ash to go. Ashley said she would, but added she could barely stand getting pedicures, as he feet are too ticklish. Of course I perked up right away, and then she volunteered that when she was a teen that her dad would hold her ankles and her sister would tickle her feet. It happened all the time. So she was a little traumatized, she said that’s why she’s so ticklish and she doesn’t like it.
So she was off the target list for that reason (we aren’t assholes!) but then like a few years ago, we were all out somewhere, and she poked my wife in the ribs a few times when we were shooting pool. So, of course my wife poked her back and she laughed and said, “I told you I hate that!”. But she sure didn’t seem like she minded. She laughed and complained but it was more like good-natured complaining. She clearly didn’t “hate it”.
So over the years, my wife and Ashley grew closer and the pokes and the opportunistic foot tickling (she’s always in flip flops) happened more often with the obligatory “I hate that” complaint despite her happy smile and laugh and her retribution on my wife. So she’s definitely a tickle target of ours now. Now to fast forward to this week…
My wife and I have a little vacation home a couple hours away, and Ashley and my wife are going up tomorrow, and then I’m going up Friday after work, staying the night, and then driving Ash back Saturday. Ashley is really looking forward to unplugging, and we met up last week to plan everything. I mentioned casually to her, “You know when I come up Friday, we are going to tickle you to death”. She shrugged and said, “I don’t care, I’m just ready to get out of town and relax”.
My wife doesn’t share the fetish but is playful. I just wanted to tell you guys about this, because this week will totally creep by slowly and Friday can’t get here soon enough. I’ll update you! Fingers crossed!
Several years ago, my wife was looking for a friend to go get a pedi with, and at the bar she asked Ash to go. Ashley said she would, but added she could barely stand getting pedicures, as he feet are too ticklish. Of course I perked up right away, and then she volunteered that when she was a teen that her dad would hold her ankles and her sister would tickle her feet. It happened all the time. So she was a little traumatized, she said that’s why she’s so ticklish and she doesn’t like it.
So she was off the target list for that reason (we aren’t assholes!) but then like a few years ago, we were all out somewhere, and she poked my wife in the ribs a few times when we were shooting pool. So, of course my wife poked her back and she laughed and said, “I told you I hate that!”. But she sure didn’t seem like she minded. She laughed and complained but it was more like good-natured complaining. She clearly didn’t “hate it”.
So over the years, my wife and Ashley grew closer and the pokes and the opportunistic foot tickling (she’s always in flip flops) happened more often with the obligatory “I hate that” complaint despite her happy smile and laugh and her retribution on my wife. So she’s definitely a tickle target of ours now. Now to fast forward to this week…
My wife and I have a little vacation home a couple hours away, and Ashley and my wife are going up tomorrow, and then I’m going up Friday after work, staying the night, and then driving Ash back Saturday. Ashley is really looking forward to unplugging, and we met up last week to plan everything. I mentioned casually to her, “You know when I come up Friday, we are going to tickle you to death”. She shrugged and said, “I don’t care, I’m just ready to get out of town and relax”.
My wife doesn’t share the fetish but is playful. I just wanted to tell you guys about this, because this week will totally creep by slowly and Friday can’t get here soon enough. I’ll update you! Fingers crossed!
