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Usually I get an inspiration and I write a story based on it. This time I’ve written a story based on a request. I had to search for inspiration. For my friend - I hope she likes it.
Kelly Flirts with Disaster
She couldn’t stand it. In something like an out of body experience, Kelly saw herself tied spread eagle to the posts of her double bed. Clothed only in her panties, she could see her entire 24-year-old body: 5’5”, 110 pounds, long reddish-brown hair plastered to her face. Her nipples were erect and her green eyes alternately bulged and then closed as she howled with laughter. Jason, dark-haired, and blue-eyed, 6’2” and muscular, was sucking on the perfectly shaped toes of her size-5 right foot while his nails lightly raked her loins. The toes of her left foot wiggled wildly as she roared with laughter and strained at her bonds.
Jason let go of her toes and crawled up the length of her body, sliding his fingers ahead of him. He wiggled his forefinger in her navel while his fingertips lightly stroked her upper thighs. When he used all of his fingers to grope her sides, her howls became a shriek. He moved from there to scratch both armpits with a spider-tickling motion. Kelly felt like she’d been undergoing the tickle-torture at his hands forever. She gathered her breath to scream his name, and as she yelled she sat straight up in bed, eyes wide-open.
Her scream caused the man beside her, her husband Joe, to wake as well. “What’s wrong honey?” Joe asked.
“I don’t know.... I guess I was having a nightmare!” Kelly sobbed.
“There, there, it’s all right now. I’m here and you’re safe,” he said as he put his arm around her, pulling her to him. “Who the hell is Jason?” he asked in puzzlement.
“J-Jason?” she stammered.
“Yeah, honey, you called out the name ‘Jason’,” Joe replied. “Who’s that?”
“I... I guess I was dreaming about the Jason in the Halloween movies,” she lied.
Joe knew it wasn’t true, but he didn’t want to pursue it at this time of night. They kissed briefly and then settled back into the covers to sleep. But neither one did. Kelly laid on her side, her back to her husband, as she replayed the dream in her mind.
Joe lay on his back, staring at the ceiling, as he pondered what this meant to their marriage. He knew they’d been drifting apart lately. He was fairly sure that just before he woke up he’d heard Kelly giggling in her sleep. That wasn’t too uncommon. He and Kelly often played tickling games combined with sex. Joe, stood 6’1”, and weighed 195 pounds. He had brown hair and brown eyes. He was in pretty good physical condition, as a fireman he had to be. He’d attributed the stress in their relationship to the increased time he’d spent away from home, now that the entire department was on an increased alert status due to recent terrorist activities.
He and Kelly lay in bed without touching. Neither one slept again that night.
* * *
Joe had been a fireman for eight years. Three years ago, he and four of the men he’d gone through the academy with had been formed into a Watch Section for a brand new Fire Company. Their duty shifts started at 7:00 one morning and ended at 7:00 the next, 24-hours later. The five men formed a cohesive unit. They ate together, studied and trained together. They played together, and slept in the same room. Their job required closer teamwork than a pro-ball team’s. There was more at stake than a title when they went to work. Since the increase in the alert status they’d begun working eight shifts every two weeks. The men saw more of each other than they did their families. Over the past weeks the guys had noticed a subtle change in Joe. There were brief periods when he was drawn into a morose silence.
The five of them had been friends in the academy and since then, they’d become closer than brothers. They hung out off duty as well. Their families got together, picnicked and played sports. Their wives and kids were all close friends – more like a big extended family really. In fact, they’d jokingly come to refer to the group as ‘The Five Families’, a play on the title the media use to refer to the Mafia in New York City.
Joe reported to work on time the morning after Kelly’s nightmare, but he seemed to be somewhere else in his thoughts. As the rest of the crew went through the daily routine of cleaning hoses and the other equipment, he sat on his bunk and stared into space. Danny happened to be passing the bunkroom and looked in. He saw Joe and went over to sit across from him on his own bunk.
“Hey Joe, watcha doin’?” he asked.
“Nothin’ much, just thinking,” Joe replied.
“Okay man... listen, I’m worried,” Danny said. “It’s been a couple weeks now I’ve noticed... you’ve got something eating at you. Get it out, man. Talk to me.”
“I’m all right...” Joe began.
Danny cut him off, “Look Joe, this crap, whatever it is, is really working on you big time. I’m afraid it’s starting to become an issue here on the job. Aside from not wanting to see you wrestling with some demon, I’m getting concerned that it might detract from your attention at some critical moment working a fire. So give, man, what’s happening?”
“I think Kelly’s having an affair.” It came out in a rush, spewing forth like an uncorked soda pop that had been violently shaken.
“Oh holy shit!” Danny’s reply was more vehement than Joe’s statement had been. He took a second to calm himself and then asked, “What makes you think so?”
“Well, it’s not really an affair, at least not in the conventional sense,” Joe explained. “You see, well this is really uncomfortable to discuss, and I don’t want it known even to the other guys, ok?”
Danny nodded and said quietly, “All right, go on.”
“Well... ahh... Kelly and I kind of like playing around you know. We like... we enjoy tickling.”
“Yeah, Joe... that’s not exactly a secret, man. I mean, as close as we all are we kinda noticed over the years that you guys do a lot of tickling, each other and our families too, come to that. I mean, hell’s bells man, I think everyone in the Family has tickled her and been tickled by her at one time or another,” Danny said quietly. “It doesn’t mean anything.”
“Yeah, well. We use it in the bedroom too. It’s kinda like foreplay, y’ know?” admitted Joe. Anyway, Kelly’s been doing it online with some guy named Jason. I’ve known about it for awhile and I didn’t much care at first. Kind of a turn-on really, a stranger tickling my wife, but not really touching her, if you know what I mean. It seemed like a safe way to satisfy a harmless fantasy, but lately... it’s kind of come between us.”
“How?” asked Danny. “I mean, how’s she doing this online, and how’s it coming between you?”
“She goes on line and logs into a chat room on a web site that specializes in tickling. Then she has conversations where this guy cyber-tickles her. I mean, he describes how he’d like to be tickling her and she describes how she’d react. At first I was there beside her during the conversations. It got both of us pretty excited. Sometimes I even followed the guy’s instructions and tickled her where and how he pretended he was doing it. Our sex was incredible after one of these sessions. The thing is, after awhile she was doing it while I wasn’t home. At first, I just assumed she’d quit visiting the chat rooms, because when I was home she didn’t seem to have any interest in it. But one day a couple of weeks ago I was on the computer and I found a copy of one of her chats. She’d saved it in a computer file buried inside two other files. When I got to exploring around I found two dozen of these conversations, all with the same guy. His name is Jason. As I read them, I could tell that this guy was really stimulated during these chats, and she didn't mind. In fact, she seemed to be getting pretty turned on with the idea that he was turned on.”
“I see,” said Danny. He stared at the floor between them unable to meet his friend’s eyes, due both to the intimacy of their conversation and the obvious pain the situation caused Joe.
“There’s more,” said Joe. “Last night Kelly woke up calling Jason’s name.” At that, Joe put his face in his hands and rested his elbows on his knees.
Danny moved across the aisle to sit beside Joe on his bunk. “Don’t worry Joe. I know Kelly well enough to know that she loves you. And I know you love her. This thing is just temporary.” All of a sudden Danny sat bolt upright. “Hey, Joe, I think I know of a way to help!”
“Wow, I’d sure love to hear about it,” Joe said as he looked over at his friend.
“Trust me. I have the makings of a plan. Just leave it in my hands, bro. I gotcha covered.”
* * *
Danny talked with his wife, Judy the next morning, as soon as he got home. He filled her in on the problem and outlined his plan. As he expected, she was enthusiastic about his idea.
Judy got on the phone that afternoon and called the other wives in the Five Families, everyone except Kelly. In each case the phone call itself was brief, and the conversation was virtually the same, “We have a problem, please come to over here at 2:00 so I can fill you in.” There was no question; each of the three would be there.
Over coffee and a crumb cake Judy explained the problem Kelly and Joe were having. Debbie and Mary had both realized long ago that Joe and Kelly had a thing for tickling. It came as something as a surprise to Sarah, but only until she thought about it for a minute. “Geeze, I just thought she was a bit of a flirt,” Sarah said. “I didn’t realize she was teasing everyone so she’d get tickled, but it sure makes sense now. So what do we do about it?”
“Here’s the plan...” replied Judy.
* * *
That evening Judy called Kelly. “Hey Kelly, since the guys are working tomorrow and the kids are going camping with the scouts, why don’t we make it ‘Girls’ Night’?”
“Sure,” Kelly replied, “what do you have in mind?”
“Oh, something casual. The others are coming over around eight, we’ll sit just talk, maybe play a few hands of poker or watch a movie on the big-screen.”
“Sounds good,” Kelly said, “see you then.”
* * *
Kelly arrived at Judy’s around 8:15 the next night to find that the rest of the girls already there. “Hey guys, how’s it going?” she said as she came in. They settled down to snack mix and cards, followed by a movie. They made margaritas and each girl had several during the course of the evening. Of course, Kelly’s were a little more potent because they were laced with a couple of Judy’s sleeping pills. Kelly noticed she was getting pretty stoned from the booze, but before she realized just how swacked she was, she nodded off to sleep.
Joe called home around 9:30 to find there was no answer. As he hung up the phone Danny approached him. “Judy said she was planning a ‘Girls Night Out’ tonight. I think the girls were getting together to go to a movie. She said she was planning on asking Kelly to stay the night at our place tonight.”
“Oh,” replied Joe, “sure, no problem. I don’t have anything to say really, just a routine check-in with the wife. It’ll wait until tomorrow when I see her. I’m glad she won’t be sitting alone at home, bored out of her mind.”
“Don’t worry,” replied Danny with a straight face, “I’m sure they won’t be bored.”
* * *
A few minutes after midnight Kelly awoke to find herself bound naked, spread eagle face-up on her own four-post bed. As Kelly opened her eyes, Judy, who was seated in an overstuffed chair in a corner of the bedroom, went out into the living room and addressed the others, “Hey guys, Kelly’s awake.”
The wives of the Five Families filed into the bedroom one behind another. As they came in, Kelly noticed that each brandished an object in their hand. Sarah held a stiff white feather, Debbie carried a dinner fork with tines bent at a 90-degree angle, and Mary had a small artist’s brush. The last one in the room was Judy, and she brought a cheap plastic ballpoint pen. The girls spread out, one to a corner of the bed. Sarah and Mary were up near Kelly’s head, Debbie and Judy at the foot of the bed.
As the originator of the plot, Judy took it upon herself to explain. “Listen to me Kelly. You are our friend, and so is Joe. The five of us and our families are a family, and problems within any of our marriages affect the entire family. You and Joe are having a problem, and we’re here to solve it.”
“Wha- what problem?” stammered Kelly. “What the hell are you talking about?”
“Kelly, please be quiet and listen. I’m only going to explain this once.” Judy went on, “We all know you’ve been having a computer affair online with some cyber-geek named Jason. You’re letting it affect your marriage, and it’s causing Joe problems. That’s bad enough. We care about Joe, like we care about you. But what’s even more intolerable, is that it’s beginning to affect his concentration at work. None of us are willing to become widows because you can’t control your libido. We know that your fling with Jason involves tickling. If you’re not getting enough attention in that area, we can damn sure rectify that!”
When Judy started explaining the situation Kelly began to blush. By the time she finished, Kelly was bright red with embarrassment. “How do you know anything about this?” she managed to ask.
“Don’t you worry about it. We know, and that’s what matters,” said Judy.
“So,” asked Kelly, “what do you plan to do about it?”
Sarah moved a little to bring the feather into contact with Kelly’s left armpit. Kelly’s head swiveled toward her as if it was on ball bearings. As Sarah ran the feather lightly along the deepest recess of her armpit, Kelly sucked in a deep breath and giggled. “Stop that!” she exclaimed.
Mary moved down a little and stood next to Kelly’s waist on the other side of the bed. She brought the artist’s brush into Kelly’s line of sight and then slowly moved it toward her navel. Kelly’s eyes tracked the brush as it moved. She was giggling from the feather stroking her armpit, but that didn’t stop her from fearing Mary’s attention. She watched with fascination as the brush made contact with her belly just below her breasts and slid toward her bellybutton.
“Hahaha, Stop! Let me go, damn...” was as far as she got before the brush entered her deep innie. “NOOOOO...” she screamed as the brush lightly swirled around inside her bellybutton. Between the feather stroking her armpit and the artist’s brush in her navel, she thought she might go insane. She was breathing hard and laughing harder.
“I think she ought to be made to write out ‘I will not play sexual games with men other than my husband’ one hundred times.” said Judy. “But since she’s a bit tied up at the moment, I’ll do it for her.” She knelt down at Kelly’s exposed right foot and began to print the message with the ballpoint pen.
Kelly exploded immediately, “Oh God! Oh God! OH MY GOD!!” "You know, why should I take the time to print,” Judy mused aloud, “she’s not gonna get a chance to read it.” She began to write the same message long hand. Kelly began blubbering incoherently as the pen glided without a break along the bottom of her right foot. Her toes strained back, as though she was making a terrific effort to pull her foot out of the way. Her head shook violently from side to side.
“I’m not sure she’ll even notice, but let me try this,” interjected Debbie. She moved the fork into contact with Kelly’s left sole and raked the tines along the bottom of her foot. Kelly’s head jerked up from the pillow and she stared at the spot where Debbie stood. Her eyes shot wide open, but she wasn’t able to focus them. Her jaw dropped and then she gave a single high-pitched scream. She threw her head back onto the pillow and her body began to bounce and quiver on the bed. She howled once and then dissolved into silent laughter as the last tickler began to ply her weapon of choice. “Hmm...” observed Debbie dryly, “she noticed!”
Sarah moved the feather to lightly stroke Kelly’s nipples, and moved her other hand into the armpit. As she scrabbled her fingers inside the deep hollow, she leaned into Kelly’s ear and in a loud whisper said, “Kitchy-kitchy-coo, Kelly. Kitchy-kitchy-coo!”
Fifty minutes after they began, Kelly passed out. The girls stopped tickling long enough to use the bathroom and fix a drink. “Wow!” asked Mary, “have you guys ever seen anybody as ticklish as Kelly?”
“And what a little slut!” smirked Sarah. “If her nipples got any harder they’d break!”
“Personally, I’m getting quite a charge out of this,” was Judy’s opinion.
“Me too!” exclaimed Debbie.
“Aren’t we all!” agreed Sarah and Mary simultaneously. “Actually,” Mary admitted shyly, “I don’t think I’d mind switching places with her, but on a much limited basis. Say, for twenty minutes at a time?”
“I was thinking much the same thing,” replied Debbie.
The girls looked at each other, sitting around Kelly’s coffee table, and each had the same thought: ‘My, what an interesting development!’
They returned to Kelly after a fifteen-minute break, and continued tickling her throughout the night. Around 3:30 in the morning they made a contest out of it, to see who could get the strongest reaction from their poor bound victim. By 6:00, they were still not quite able to agree who got the best reaction. It might have been when Mary used the artist’s brush to draw light circles around Kelly’s armpits and navel, or when Sarah used her fingers to tickle Kelly’s sides and abdomen. They all agreed it might have been Judy’s work with a toothbrush, scrubbing away the ink she’d applied to the soles of her feet and in between her toes. The problem with judging the intensity of these reactions was that Kelly tended to pass out within twenty minutes of the start of any of these torments.
* * *
When they heard Joe drive up at a quarter past 7 that morning, they were surprised at how late it was. Judy met Joe at the front door and escorted him into the bedroom. Kelly was still tied to the bed, alternately giggling in a hushed voice and going into paroxysms of silent laughter. When Joe walked in he saw Mary stroking the stiff white feather along Kelly’s crotch and inner thighs, while Sarah used the artist’s brush on her breasts and nipples. Debbie was sucking on the toes of her left foot while she used her tongue to probe in between them. She raked the kitchen fork along the length of Kelly’s arches at the same time.
An hour before Joe’s arrival the ladies of the Family had come to a couple of agreements. First, they agreed to get together one night a week to play tickling games. Second, Kelly promised that her cyber-tickling affair was over. From now on, the only cyber-tickling that would occur would be when Joe was around. Privately, Kelly figured she’d never need a cyber-tickle again - not with friends like hers.
When he entered the bedroom the girls stopped tickling and stood up to leave. One by one they approached Joe, kissed him gently, and handed him their tickling tools. Judy kissed him firmly on the mouth and then turned to go. “I think she’s all warmed up for you,” she said with a wink.
Joe untied his wife’s ankles and untied one wrist before Kelly grabbed his hands. “You can get that later, right now I need you naked, so get out of those clothes will ya!” During and after their lovemaking Kelly described what the girls had done to her that night. Joe had three orgasms that morning. Kelly had five.
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Kelly Flirts with Disaster
She couldn’t stand it. In something like an out of body experience, Kelly saw herself tied spread eagle to the posts of her double bed. Clothed only in her panties, she could see her entire 24-year-old body: 5’5”, 110 pounds, long reddish-brown hair plastered to her face. Her nipples were erect and her green eyes alternately bulged and then closed as she howled with laughter. Jason, dark-haired, and blue-eyed, 6’2” and muscular, was sucking on the perfectly shaped toes of her size-5 right foot while his nails lightly raked her loins. The toes of her left foot wiggled wildly as she roared with laughter and strained at her bonds.
Jason let go of her toes and crawled up the length of her body, sliding his fingers ahead of him. He wiggled his forefinger in her navel while his fingertips lightly stroked her upper thighs. When he used all of his fingers to grope her sides, her howls became a shriek. He moved from there to scratch both armpits with a spider-tickling motion. Kelly felt like she’d been undergoing the tickle-torture at his hands forever. She gathered her breath to scream his name, and as she yelled she sat straight up in bed, eyes wide-open.
Her scream caused the man beside her, her husband Joe, to wake as well. “What’s wrong honey?” Joe asked.
“I don’t know.... I guess I was having a nightmare!” Kelly sobbed.
“There, there, it’s all right now. I’m here and you’re safe,” he said as he put his arm around her, pulling her to him. “Who the hell is Jason?” he asked in puzzlement.
“J-Jason?” she stammered.
“Yeah, honey, you called out the name ‘Jason’,” Joe replied. “Who’s that?”
“I... I guess I was dreaming about the Jason in the Halloween movies,” she lied.
Joe knew it wasn’t true, but he didn’t want to pursue it at this time of night. They kissed briefly and then settled back into the covers to sleep. But neither one did. Kelly laid on her side, her back to her husband, as she replayed the dream in her mind.
Joe lay on his back, staring at the ceiling, as he pondered what this meant to their marriage. He knew they’d been drifting apart lately. He was fairly sure that just before he woke up he’d heard Kelly giggling in her sleep. That wasn’t too uncommon. He and Kelly often played tickling games combined with sex. Joe, stood 6’1”, and weighed 195 pounds. He had brown hair and brown eyes. He was in pretty good physical condition, as a fireman he had to be. He’d attributed the stress in their relationship to the increased time he’d spent away from home, now that the entire department was on an increased alert status due to recent terrorist activities.
He and Kelly lay in bed without touching. Neither one slept again that night.
* * *
Joe had been a fireman for eight years. Three years ago, he and four of the men he’d gone through the academy with had been formed into a Watch Section for a brand new Fire Company. Their duty shifts started at 7:00 one morning and ended at 7:00 the next, 24-hours later. The five men formed a cohesive unit. They ate together, studied and trained together. They played together, and slept in the same room. Their job required closer teamwork than a pro-ball team’s. There was more at stake than a title when they went to work. Since the increase in the alert status they’d begun working eight shifts every two weeks. The men saw more of each other than they did their families. Over the past weeks the guys had noticed a subtle change in Joe. There were brief periods when he was drawn into a morose silence.
The five of them had been friends in the academy and since then, they’d become closer than brothers. They hung out off duty as well. Their families got together, picnicked and played sports. Their wives and kids were all close friends – more like a big extended family really. In fact, they’d jokingly come to refer to the group as ‘The Five Families’, a play on the title the media use to refer to the Mafia in New York City.
Joe reported to work on time the morning after Kelly’s nightmare, but he seemed to be somewhere else in his thoughts. As the rest of the crew went through the daily routine of cleaning hoses and the other equipment, he sat on his bunk and stared into space. Danny happened to be passing the bunkroom and looked in. He saw Joe and went over to sit across from him on his own bunk.
“Hey Joe, watcha doin’?” he asked.
“Nothin’ much, just thinking,” Joe replied.
“Okay man... listen, I’m worried,” Danny said. “It’s been a couple weeks now I’ve noticed... you’ve got something eating at you. Get it out, man. Talk to me.”
“I’m all right...” Joe began.
Danny cut him off, “Look Joe, this crap, whatever it is, is really working on you big time. I’m afraid it’s starting to become an issue here on the job. Aside from not wanting to see you wrestling with some demon, I’m getting concerned that it might detract from your attention at some critical moment working a fire. So give, man, what’s happening?”
“I think Kelly’s having an affair.” It came out in a rush, spewing forth like an uncorked soda pop that had been violently shaken.
“Oh holy shit!” Danny’s reply was more vehement than Joe’s statement had been. He took a second to calm himself and then asked, “What makes you think so?”
“Well, it’s not really an affair, at least not in the conventional sense,” Joe explained. “You see, well this is really uncomfortable to discuss, and I don’t want it known even to the other guys, ok?”
Danny nodded and said quietly, “All right, go on.”
“Well... ahh... Kelly and I kind of like playing around you know. We like... we enjoy tickling.”
“Yeah, Joe... that’s not exactly a secret, man. I mean, as close as we all are we kinda noticed over the years that you guys do a lot of tickling, each other and our families too, come to that. I mean, hell’s bells man, I think everyone in the Family has tickled her and been tickled by her at one time or another,” Danny said quietly. “It doesn’t mean anything.”
“Yeah, well. We use it in the bedroom too. It’s kinda like foreplay, y’ know?” admitted Joe. Anyway, Kelly’s been doing it online with some guy named Jason. I’ve known about it for awhile and I didn’t much care at first. Kind of a turn-on really, a stranger tickling my wife, but not really touching her, if you know what I mean. It seemed like a safe way to satisfy a harmless fantasy, but lately... it’s kind of come between us.”
“How?” asked Danny. “I mean, how’s she doing this online, and how’s it coming between you?”
“She goes on line and logs into a chat room on a web site that specializes in tickling. Then she has conversations where this guy cyber-tickles her. I mean, he describes how he’d like to be tickling her and she describes how she’d react. At first I was there beside her during the conversations. It got both of us pretty excited. Sometimes I even followed the guy’s instructions and tickled her where and how he pretended he was doing it. Our sex was incredible after one of these sessions. The thing is, after awhile she was doing it while I wasn’t home. At first, I just assumed she’d quit visiting the chat rooms, because when I was home she didn’t seem to have any interest in it. But one day a couple of weeks ago I was on the computer and I found a copy of one of her chats. She’d saved it in a computer file buried inside two other files. When I got to exploring around I found two dozen of these conversations, all with the same guy. His name is Jason. As I read them, I could tell that this guy was really stimulated during these chats, and she didn't mind. In fact, she seemed to be getting pretty turned on with the idea that he was turned on.”
“I see,” said Danny. He stared at the floor between them unable to meet his friend’s eyes, due both to the intimacy of their conversation and the obvious pain the situation caused Joe.
“There’s more,” said Joe. “Last night Kelly woke up calling Jason’s name.” At that, Joe put his face in his hands and rested his elbows on his knees.
Danny moved across the aisle to sit beside Joe on his bunk. “Don’t worry Joe. I know Kelly well enough to know that she loves you. And I know you love her. This thing is just temporary.” All of a sudden Danny sat bolt upright. “Hey, Joe, I think I know of a way to help!”
“Wow, I’d sure love to hear about it,” Joe said as he looked over at his friend.
“Trust me. I have the makings of a plan. Just leave it in my hands, bro. I gotcha covered.”
* * *
Danny talked with his wife, Judy the next morning, as soon as he got home. He filled her in on the problem and outlined his plan. As he expected, she was enthusiastic about his idea.
Judy got on the phone that afternoon and called the other wives in the Five Families, everyone except Kelly. In each case the phone call itself was brief, and the conversation was virtually the same, “We have a problem, please come to over here at 2:00 so I can fill you in.” There was no question; each of the three would be there.
Over coffee and a crumb cake Judy explained the problem Kelly and Joe were having. Debbie and Mary had both realized long ago that Joe and Kelly had a thing for tickling. It came as something as a surprise to Sarah, but only until she thought about it for a minute. “Geeze, I just thought she was a bit of a flirt,” Sarah said. “I didn’t realize she was teasing everyone so she’d get tickled, but it sure makes sense now. So what do we do about it?”
“Here’s the plan...” replied Judy.
* * *
That evening Judy called Kelly. “Hey Kelly, since the guys are working tomorrow and the kids are going camping with the scouts, why don’t we make it ‘Girls’ Night’?”
“Sure,” Kelly replied, “what do you have in mind?”
“Oh, something casual. The others are coming over around eight, we’ll sit just talk, maybe play a few hands of poker or watch a movie on the big-screen.”
“Sounds good,” Kelly said, “see you then.”
* * *
Kelly arrived at Judy’s around 8:15 the next night to find that the rest of the girls already there. “Hey guys, how’s it going?” she said as she came in. They settled down to snack mix and cards, followed by a movie. They made margaritas and each girl had several during the course of the evening. Of course, Kelly’s were a little more potent because they were laced with a couple of Judy’s sleeping pills. Kelly noticed she was getting pretty stoned from the booze, but before she realized just how swacked she was, she nodded off to sleep.
Joe called home around 9:30 to find there was no answer. As he hung up the phone Danny approached him. “Judy said she was planning a ‘Girls Night Out’ tonight. I think the girls were getting together to go to a movie. She said she was planning on asking Kelly to stay the night at our place tonight.”
“Oh,” replied Joe, “sure, no problem. I don’t have anything to say really, just a routine check-in with the wife. It’ll wait until tomorrow when I see her. I’m glad she won’t be sitting alone at home, bored out of her mind.”
“Don’t worry,” replied Danny with a straight face, “I’m sure they won’t be bored.”
* * *
A few minutes after midnight Kelly awoke to find herself bound naked, spread eagle face-up on her own four-post bed. As Kelly opened her eyes, Judy, who was seated in an overstuffed chair in a corner of the bedroom, went out into the living room and addressed the others, “Hey guys, Kelly’s awake.”
The wives of the Five Families filed into the bedroom one behind another. As they came in, Kelly noticed that each brandished an object in their hand. Sarah held a stiff white feather, Debbie carried a dinner fork with tines bent at a 90-degree angle, and Mary had a small artist’s brush. The last one in the room was Judy, and she brought a cheap plastic ballpoint pen. The girls spread out, one to a corner of the bed. Sarah and Mary were up near Kelly’s head, Debbie and Judy at the foot of the bed.
As the originator of the plot, Judy took it upon herself to explain. “Listen to me Kelly. You are our friend, and so is Joe. The five of us and our families are a family, and problems within any of our marriages affect the entire family. You and Joe are having a problem, and we’re here to solve it.”
“Wha- what problem?” stammered Kelly. “What the hell are you talking about?”
“Kelly, please be quiet and listen. I’m only going to explain this once.” Judy went on, “We all know you’ve been having a computer affair online with some cyber-geek named Jason. You’re letting it affect your marriage, and it’s causing Joe problems. That’s bad enough. We care about Joe, like we care about you. But what’s even more intolerable, is that it’s beginning to affect his concentration at work. None of us are willing to become widows because you can’t control your libido. We know that your fling with Jason involves tickling. If you’re not getting enough attention in that area, we can damn sure rectify that!”
When Judy started explaining the situation Kelly began to blush. By the time she finished, Kelly was bright red with embarrassment. “How do you know anything about this?” she managed to ask.
“Don’t you worry about it. We know, and that’s what matters,” said Judy.
“So,” asked Kelly, “what do you plan to do about it?”
Sarah moved a little to bring the feather into contact with Kelly’s left armpit. Kelly’s head swiveled toward her as if it was on ball bearings. As Sarah ran the feather lightly along the deepest recess of her armpit, Kelly sucked in a deep breath and giggled. “Stop that!” she exclaimed.
Mary moved down a little and stood next to Kelly’s waist on the other side of the bed. She brought the artist’s brush into Kelly’s line of sight and then slowly moved it toward her navel. Kelly’s eyes tracked the brush as it moved. She was giggling from the feather stroking her armpit, but that didn’t stop her from fearing Mary’s attention. She watched with fascination as the brush made contact with her belly just below her breasts and slid toward her bellybutton.
“Hahaha, Stop! Let me go, damn...” was as far as she got before the brush entered her deep innie. “NOOOOO...” she screamed as the brush lightly swirled around inside her bellybutton. Between the feather stroking her armpit and the artist’s brush in her navel, she thought she might go insane. She was breathing hard and laughing harder.
“I think she ought to be made to write out ‘I will not play sexual games with men other than my husband’ one hundred times.” said Judy. “But since she’s a bit tied up at the moment, I’ll do it for her.” She knelt down at Kelly’s exposed right foot and began to print the message with the ballpoint pen.
Kelly exploded immediately, “Oh God! Oh God! OH MY GOD!!” "You know, why should I take the time to print,” Judy mused aloud, “she’s not gonna get a chance to read it.” She began to write the same message long hand. Kelly began blubbering incoherently as the pen glided without a break along the bottom of her right foot. Her toes strained back, as though she was making a terrific effort to pull her foot out of the way. Her head shook violently from side to side.
“I’m not sure she’ll even notice, but let me try this,” interjected Debbie. She moved the fork into contact with Kelly’s left sole and raked the tines along the bottom of her foot. Kelly’s head jerked up from the pillow and she stared at the spot where Debbie stood. Her eyes shot wide open, but she wasn’t able to focus them. Her jaw dropped and then she gave a single high-pitched scream. She threw her head back onto the pillow and her body began to bounce and quiver on the bed. She howled once and then dissolved into silent laughter as the last tickler began to ply her weapon of choice. “Hmm...” observed Debbie dryly, “she noticed!”
Sarah moved the feather to lightly stroke Kelly’s nipples, and moved her other hand into the armpit. As she scrabbled her fingers inside the deep hollow, she leaned into Kelly’s ear and in a loud whisper said, “Kitchy-kitchy-coo, Kelly. Kitchy-kitchy-coo!”
Fifty minutes after they began, Kelly passed out. The girls stopped tickling long enough to use the bathroom and fix a drink. “Wow!” asked Mary, “have you guys ever seen anybody as ticklish as Kelly?”
“And what a little slut!” smirked Sarah. “If her nipples got any harder they’d break!”
“Personally, I’m getting quite a charge out of this,” was Judy’s opinion.
“Me too!” exclaimed Debbie.
“Aren’t we all!” agreed Sarah and Mary simultaneously. “Actually,” Mary admitted shyly, “I don’t think I’d mind switching places with her, but on a much limited basis. Say, for twenty minutes at a time?”
“I was thinking much the same thing,” replied Debbie.
The girls looked at each other, sitting around Kelly’s coffee table, and each had the same thought: ‘My, what an interesting development!’
They returned to Kelly after a fifteen-minute break, and continued tickling her throughout the night. Around 3:30 in the morning they made a contest out of it, to see who could get the strongest reaction from their poor bound victim. By 6:00, they were still not quite able to agree who got the best reaction. It might have been when Mary used the artist’s brush to draw light circles around Kelly’s armpits and navel, or when Sarah used her fingers to tickle Kelly’s sides and abdomen. They all agreed it might have been Judy’s work with a toothbrush, scrubbing away the ink she’d applied to the soles of her feet and in between her toes. The problem with judging the intensity of these reactions was that Kelly tended to pass out within twenty minutes of the start of any of these torments.
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When they heard Joe drive up at a quarter past 7 that morning, they were surprised at how late it was. Judy met Joe at the front door and escorted him into the bedroom. Kelly was still tied to the bed, alternately giggling in a hushed voice and going into paroxysms of silent laughter. When Joe walked in he saw Mary stroking the stiff white feather along Kelly’s crotch and inner thighs, while Sarah used the artist’s brush on her breasts and nipples. Debbie was sucking on the toes of her left foot while she used her tongue to probe in between them. She raked the kitchen fork along the length of Kelly’s arches at the same time.
An hour before Joe’s arrival the ladies of the Family had come to a couple of agreements. First, they agreed to get together one night a week to play tickling games. Second, Kelly promised that her cyber-tickling affair was over. From now on, the only cyber-tickling that would occur would be when Joe was around. Privately, Kelly figured she’d never need a cyber-tickle again - not with friends like hers.
When he entered the bedroom the girls stopped tickling and stood up to leave. One by one they approached Joe, kissed him gently, and handed him their tickling tools. Judy kissed him firmly on the mouth and then turned to go. “I think she’s all warmed up for you,” she said with a wink.
Joe untied his wife’s ankles and untied one wrist before Kelly grabbed his hands. “You can get that later, right now I need you naked, so get out of those clothes will ya!” During and after their lovemaking Kelly described what the girls had done to her that night. Joe had three orgasms that morning. Kelly had five.
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