Please see previous parts for setup!
Part 1: https://www.ticklingforum.com/threads/my-boss-part-1-f-m.446864/
Part 2: https://www.ticklingforum.com/threads/my-boss-part-2-f-m.447013/
I calmly and confidently approached the couch after using the bathroom, rinsing off my face, wiping the sweat off my body and mentally and physically composing myself. I was still naked but walked back into the living room calmly and slowly, standing straight up, with my shoulders back.
Steph sat on the couch with her legs crossed. The dominant and confident attitude was gone. An equally sexy feminine and slightly vulnerable look was on her face. And that body … damn … it just wouldn’t quit. I noticed her glancing at my phone, which I had locked and set on the coffee table in front of her.
“Don’t get any ideas,” I said. “You’ll never guess my password. The recording is in the cloud, now, anyway. Thirty-plus minutes of unprofessional behavior that could get you fired and ruin your reputation. If I went public with this, you’d need to move to a new state and start over. You’re young … but do you really want to do that?”
“Shawn,” she began, keeping her voice as calm as possible. “I’m not sure what you’re thinking, here. But we’re a team. If I succeed, you succeed and vice-versa. I’m sorry that our little game got out of hand. Maybe we should just let well-enough alone and move on.”
“Ha! Come on Steph. We’re in sales. Nobody better understands the concept of leverage. You had it. You used it. I applaud you for doing so. Now I have it. Don’t you think I plan to use it?” I smiled.
“That’s what I mean ….” she nervously replied, “I think that maybe we can renegotiate your commission. I could even justify a raise based on your performance. Hey, there’s a juicy account I have yet to assign and…”
“Stop,” I cut her off. “You tickled me. I’m going to tickle you.”
“Shawn! I told you that story earlier. I am soooo ticklish. Trust me … it’s much worse for me than it is for you…”
Her voice had gone up a few octaves. It sounded younger and more innocent. It’s how I’d imagine she sounded as that 18-year-old about to get tickled by her sisters and their boyfriends at the pool. I liked it. I wanted more.
“Ok, ok, how about this? I’ll fuck you. Right now. Look at this,” she continued, grabbing her bare tits with one hand and smacking her thong clad ass with the other. “You obviously want it. You can have it. All night if you want! In fact … I’ll let you spank me … put me over your lap and make me a bad girl!”
I was tempted to do just that, right then and there, but I wanted her to keep talking. I was getting turned on again and wanted this moment to last.
“And … and … I’ll give you a blow job! I’m highly skilled in that department. Not enough? I’ll have a threesome with you and your wife! Have you ever done that before? I’m sure I can talk her into it. Even straight women can’t resist this. I’ll make your lunch every day. Did I mention a raise?”
Her voice was getting higher and higher and she was talking more quickly as she got increasingly desperate. She scanned my impassive face as she blubbered.
“We’ll get to all that,” I cooly responded. “Now, stand in front of me and put your hands behind your head. Just like I did earlier.”
“Please,” Steph said and she slowly locked her fingers behind her head and turned toward me. “Are you sure you don’t want a blowjob?”
Silently I skittered my fingers across her boobs, flicking her nipples with my index fingers and thumbs and exploring the rest of her round perky tits with my other digits. I was rewarded with a glorious symphony of high-pitched girlish giggles.
“Hehehe … oh nohohahaha! Oh god no pleahehehe … please!”
“oh oh ohohoho nooo …. I CAN’T STAND TICKING PLEASE SHAWN!”
I was amazed and how quickly Steph’s entire demeanor changed as soon as the tickling began. She was immediately a submissive, begging mess. The combination of her high girlish voice and her voluptuous tanned figure was almost enough to make me blow my load right there. As it tuns out, I would have to exercise some discipline tonight. To keep from cumming before I felt that Steph had been adequately punished.
After about three minutes of highly entertaining tit tickling I moved to her armpits. She immediately bought them down which trapped my wigging fingers, still tickling a bit but highly constricted.
As a response I smacked the outside of her left thigh and said, “Put em up!”
Tears beginning to well in her eyes, Steph gave me a puppy dog look and did as she was told. She strained and struggled to hold her hands behind her head as I tickle tortured her smooth underarms.
“Please that spot is so bad! Hahaha …. My armpits are super ticklish, Shawn! I mean, sir! Plehahehehse let me fuck you instead!”
Her hair whipped back and forth and her entire upper body was now covered in a sheen of sweat, increasing the slickness of the tickles. She did manage to follow instructions and keep her arms up for three more glorious minutes while I got my fill of armpit tickling.
I then told her to stand up and face me. She whimpered and breathed heavily as she did what she was told.
I took the opportunity to take some revenge for the earlier body shots. I grabbed her smooth toned sides and started to kiss and lick her belly as she squirmed lightly. I swirled my tongue in her delicious belly button, running it back and forth over her diamond stud as she wiggled and giggled like a school girl. After another minute of this, I told her that I was “done.”
She smiled briefly … “you mean … you’re done with tickling? You want to do something else?!”
“No,” I replied as her heart sank. “I’m done with your upper body. Are your feet ticklish?”
Feeling defeated and with tears running down her cheeks, Steph looked down and quietly said, “Of course they are…”
I told her to sit on the couch and put her feet on my lap. I took my time sliding off her sexy high heels, giving the bottoms of her feet a quick tickle along the way.
“Now – since you did such a great job keeping your arms up, I know you can keep your feet still, right?”
“I don’t know,” Steph said with a whimper as she looked down.
“Come on now. Put your feet in my lap and count to thirty.”
As she started counting, I started tickling and was rewarded with a shrill squeal followed by her trademark giggles. She quickly pulled her feet away and instinctively brought her knees to her chest and curled into a ball.
After three or four attempts, she realized that I wouldn’t stop unless she successfully counted to thirty while getting her feet tickled. Armed with this realization, she took a deep breath, closed her eyes and managed to make it to twenty before it got to be much for her. I spidered her heels, tickled the balls of her feet, and made sure to attack each toe individually until she broke her concentration.
“Oh my,” I sarcastically said. “I guess that’s too much for a ticklish little girl like you.”
Steph’s face, already pink from struggling to breathe while laughing, went red with embarrassment.
“I’ll make it easier for you. All you have to do is say ‘I’ll treat you with respect. I’ll give you a raise. I’ll show you my boobs and butt in the office whenever you want. Please, sir, stop tickling my feet and move on.’”
Steph gulped and said, “Yes sir, I’ll try.”
I started to tickle.
“Hahah … I’ll treaheheat you with respect. I’ll give hahahehehehe give you a raise. I’ll show you my booooooaaah nooooooo!” she yelled as I surprised her by reaching up and tickling the back of her knees.
Eventually – after the fourth try – she managed to say the submissive phrase without stopping to laugh.
As I was playing this game, I was careful not to let her pretty feet, with their perfectly pedicured toes, touch my dick for fear that I’d explode right on the spot. I knew there was more fun to be had with my new toy. And I knew what I wanted to tickle next.
“Now,” I commanded, feeling more dominant by the minute. “Get down on the ground. Support yourself with your forearms and face away from me. Put your either side of me and bend your legs.”
For those familiar, I had her to get into the classic wheelbarrow position.
Completely defeated, Steph did as she was told. I gripped the outside of her knees and pulled them up to my side. In front of my face was the most luscious, round, toned ass on the planet. It was as juicy and firm with perfectly soft tanned skin. I pulled the right side of her black thong strap and let it go. Thwap! “ooh” said Steph softly as the thong snap made a satisfying sound. The silky black string sat snuggly between her jutting ass cheeks and ran down until the fabric made a cute pouch around her waxed pussy, which rested on top of my thighs.
It was a view from heaven for me. And a position from hell for her.
“Please sir! Don’t tickle me like this. This is such a vulnerable position. This is way worse than anything I did to you,” she begged.
Unmoved, I began running the fingers of my right hand across her jiggling right butt cheek as I reached down with my left hand to grab and tickle the side of her flat tummy.
“Hehehehe oh my god Shawn! I mean sir! Please … please … stop tickling my ass! It’s somehohohohow even worse than my feet! Hahahaha eeeeeeeek no! Why does my ass tickle so bad?!?!?”
It was music to my ears. I dragged and wiggled my fingers up and down her butt and thighs – combining the tickling with pinching and smacking to my hearts content. Steph shrieked, giggled, yelped in pain, cried and begged. The absolute worst spot on her body was the crease between the bottom of her ass and her thighs.
“Nooooaaaaaaagh!” she screamed as I dug into that spot. “Please Shawn! Nohohahahaha … not there! Tickle me anywhere else! Tickle my feet, spank me, do whatever you wahahahant … just don’t tickle there!”
I made her hold her ass in place while I tickled her taint and pussy. Each wiggle earned a spank. I made her slowly count to ten without laughing or moving while I switched back and forth between tickling her butt and her feet. I got every ounce of pleasure and fun out of torturing this hot young lass that I possibly could. I even poured a shot of vodka on each butt cheek and eagerly lapped it up with my tongue.
“Oooooh – eeeeek! That’s too cold!” Steph exclaimed in surprise.
“Be a good girl and keep that butt perfectly still, or you’ll be punished again,” I sternly responded.
Steph flexed her arms, core, butt and legs and didn’t move at all as I slurped the vodka off her rock hard butt, surprising her with a few pinches and snaps of her tight thong as I did.
I then paused for around twenty seconds while contemplating my next steps. Had she been punished enough? Certainly, so. Did she deserve more? Not really. Had I gotten adequate revenge? Sure. Did I want to stop? Not really.
Steph, who had begun to hope that the ordeal was over. Or at least that we’d move on to something beyond tickling, howled in frustration and suffering when I, once again, dug my wiggling fingers into her worst spot – where her ass met her thighs.
“Oh no! Oh no! Aaaaaaaah nooooooo!” she sobbed. “Please, PLEASE, stop! You don’t understand I can’t take it! I can’t take it! I can’t take it!” Again with the high-pitched desperate begging.
It was too much for me.
“I can’t either,” I loudly growled as I bent over and grabbed her roughly by her sides, pulling her on top of me.
Steph’s firm ass now in my lap, I was seconds away from exploding as she began to give me an impromptu lap dance. Feeling her butt slowly rub up and down my shaft, I grabbed and massaged her big boobs, with their nipples hard as bullets. Incredibly wet from her perverted torment and, now, free from the horrible ticklish sensations, she reached her right hand inside of her g-string and started furiously rubbing her clit as she grabbed my thigh and squeezed with her left.
Knowing exactly what would please me, she leaned her head back and in slow sultry way, whispered into my ear: “Ooh Shawn … you are suuuuch a good tickler. Being tickled by you was tooooorture for me. I just couldn’t stand it. Please, please sir don’t tie me up and tiiiiiiickle me any more. Oh my god, your cock is so biiiiig. Do you wanna cum on my luscious ass? I reaaallllly want you to baby!”
With that, I shot the biggest most intense load of my life as she simultaneously orgasmed from rubbing herself. She leaned back on top of me as we both struggled to catch our breath.
After a few minutes of silent recovery, Steph went to the bathroom to clean herself up. She brought back a warm wash cloth for me to do the same. She, then, gently sat back down on my lap, still wearing her black thong. I remained naked, no longer worried about it being a submissive state, given what had transpired.
“So, what now?” she asked.
“Well,” I replied, “first of all, I may be able to get away from home at some point this weekend and you need to be available to me. So, I need you to cancel your date tomorrow.”
“Aw, I don’t wanna,” she pouted.
In response I simply wiggled my fingers in front of her tummy.
“Ok, ok!” she immediately conceded and jumped up to get her phone.
I gave her one more smack on her already tender ass and commanded, “And get me another drink while you’re at it.”
Steph came back with the drink in one hand and her phone in the other. She sat back down in my lap and I watched her cancel her date. Then we shared the bourbon and made some light small talk. As we chatted, I gave her pokes, prods and quick light tickles very frequently … always getting rewarded with a delightful squirm and girlish giggle. I thoroughly enjoyed my dominance. I got to experience interacting with my normally bitchy boss in a way that nobody had for years. It was sexy in a different way than the torture had been before, and I soon was hard again.
After twenty minutes or so, we finished the drink and I stretched my arms out.
“Well, I think I should be getting home,” I said. I then nodded towards my erection, “want to take care of this before I leave?”
Steph smiled, kneeled on the floor in front of me and pulled her hair back.
*******************
I tried to collect my thoughts on the car ride home. What was the best course of action?
The safest thing to do, of course, was come to an agreement with Steph that we’d drop the whole thing and put it behind us. The truth was, although I had the recording, she had a lot of leverage to. A wrong move for either of us would cost us our jobs and, in my case, maybe my family. Plus … I wasn’t an affair guy! In ten years of marriage, I hadn’t even kissed another woman before this. I felt guilty. I had had my fun and, clearly, forgetting the whole thing was the smart play.
But … could I really pass this up? An opportunity to play back-and-forth sexual power games with a woman this hot?! I’d probably never get the chance to even lay hands on a hottie like this again. And here was an indefinite opportunity to tickle torture her and be tickle tortured by her, in an indefinite number of hot situations and scenarios.
I arrived home and my wife was, understandably, pissed. It didn’t last long. Still energized from the evening’s events, I tore her clothes off immediately and ravaged her on the living room floor.
Afterwards, we lay breathing heavily next to each other.
“Wow! Where did that come from?” she asked. “You can work late every week if you’re going to fuck me like that! But what was with all of those quick tickles you gave me??”
Part 1: https://www.ticklingforum.com/threads/my-boss-part-1-f-m.446864/
Part 2: https://www.ticklingforum.com/threads/my-boss-part-2-f-m.447013/
I calmly and confidently approached the couch after using the bathroom, rinsing off my face, wiping the sweat off my body and mentally and physically composing myself. I was still naked but walked back into the living room calmly and slowly, standing straight up, with my shoulders back.
Steph sat on the couch with her legs crossed. The dominant and confident attitude was gone. An equally sexy feminine and slightly vulnerable look was on her face. And that body … damn … it just wouldn’t quit. I noticed her glancing at my phone, which I had locked and set on the coffee table in front of her.
“Don’t get any ideas,” I said. “You’ll never guess my password. The recording is in the cloud, now, anyway. Thirty-plus minutes of unprofessional behavior that could get you fired and ruin your reputation. If I went public with this, you’d need to move to a new state and start over. You’re young … but do you really want to do that?”
“Shawn,” she began, keeping her voice as calm as possible. “I’m not sure what you’re thinking, here. But we’re a team. If I succeed, you succeed and vice-versa. I’m sorry that our little game got out of hand. Maybe we should just let well-enough alone and move on.”
“Ha! Come on Steph. We’re in sales. Nobody better understands the concept of leverage. You had it. You used it. I applaud you for doing so. Now I have it. Don’t you think I plan to use it?” I smiled.
“That’s what I mean ….” she nervously replied, “I think that maybe we can renegotiate your commission. I could even justify a raise based on your performance. Hey, there’s a juicy account I have yet to assign and…”
“Stop,” I cut her off. “You tickled me. I’m going to tickle you.”
“Shawn! I told you that story earlier. I am soooo ticklish. Trust me … it’s much worse for me than it is for you…”
Her voice had gone up a few octaves. It sounded younger and more innocent. It’s how I’d imagine she sounded as that 18-year-old about to get tickled by her sisters and their boyfriends at the pool. I liked it. I wanted more.
“Ok, ok, how about this? I’ll fuck you. Right now. Look at this,” she continued, grabbing her bare tits with one hand and smacking her thong clad ass with the other. “You obviously want it. You can have it. All night if you want! In fact … I’ll let you spank me … put me over your lap and make me a bad girl!”
I was tempted to do just that, right then and there, but I wanted her to keep talking. I was getting turned on again and wanted this moment to last.
“And … and … I’ll give you a blow job! I’m highly skilled in that department. Not enough? I’ll have a threesome with you and your wife! Have you ever done that before? I’m sure I can talk her into it. Even straight women can’t resist this. I’ll make your lunch every day. Did I mention a raise?”
Her voice was getting higher and higher and she was talking more quickly as she got increasingly desperate. She scanned my impassive face as she blubbered.
“We’ll get to all that,” I cooly responded. “Now, stand in front of me and put your hands behind your head. Just like I did earlier.”
“Please,” Steph said and she slowly locked her fingers behind her head and turned toward me. “Are you sure you don’t want a blowjob?”
Silently I skittered my fingers across her boobs, flicking her nipples with my index fingers and thumbs and exploring the rest of her round perky tits with my other digits. I was rewarded with a glorious symphony of high-pitched girlish giggles.
“Hehehe … oh nohohahaha! Oh god no pleahehehe … please!”
“oh oh ohohoho nooo …. I CAN’T STAND TICKING PLEASE SHAWN!”
I was amazed and how quickly Steph’s entire demeanor changed as soon as the tickling began. She was immediately a submissive, begging mess. The combination of her high girlish voice and her voluptuous tanned figure was almost enough to make me blow my load right there. As it tuns out, I would have to exercise some discipline tonight. To keep from cumming before I felt that Steph had been adequately punished.
After about three minutes of highly entertaining tit tickling I moved to her armpits. She immediately bought them down which trapped my wigging fingers, still tickling a bit but highly constricted.
As a response I smacked the outside of her left thigh and said, “Put em up!”
Tears beginning to well in her eyes, Steph gave me a puppy dog look and did as she was told. She strained and struggled to hold her hands behind her head as I tickle tortured her smooth underarms.
“Please that spot is so bad! Hahaha …. My armpits are super ticklish, Shawn! I mean, sir! Plehahehehse let me fuck you instead!”
Her hair whipped back and forth and her entire upper body was now covered in a sheen of sweat, increasing the slickness of the tickles. She did manage to follow instructions and keep her arms up for three more glorious minutes while I got my fill of armpit tickling.
I then told her to stand up and face me. She whimpered and breathed heavily as she did what she was told.
I took the opportunity to take some revenge for the earlier body shots. I grabbed her smooth toned sides and started to kiss and lick her belly as she squirmed lightly. I swirled my tongue in her delicious belly button, running it back and forth over her diamond stud as she wiggled and giggled like a school girl. After another minute of this, I told her that I was “done.”
She smiled briefly … “you mean … you’re done with tickling? You want to do something else?!”
“No,” I replied as her heart sank. “I’m done with your upper body. Are your feet ticklish?”
Feeling defeated and with tears running down her cheeks, Steph looked down and quietly said, “Of course they are…”
I told her to sit on the couch and put her feet on my lap. I took my time sliding off her sexy high heels, giving the bottoms of her feet a quick tickle along the way.
“Now – since you did such a great job keeping your arms up, I know you can keep your feet still, right?”
“I don’t know,” Steph said with a whimper as she looked down.
“Come on now. Put your feet in my lap and count to thirty.”
As she started counting, I started tickling and was rewarded with a shrill squeal followed by her trademark giggles. She quickly pulled her feet away and instinctively brought her knees to her chest and curled into a ball.
After three or four attempts, she realized that I wouldn’t stop unless she successfully counted to thirty while getting her feet tickled. Armed with this realization, she took a deep breath, closed her eyes and managed to make it to twenty before it got to be much for her. I spidered her heels, tickled the balls of her feet, and made sure to attack each toe individually until she broke her concentration.
“Oh my,” I sarcastically said. “I guess that’s too much for a ticklish little girl like you.”
Steph’s face, already pink from struggling to breathe while laughing, went red with embarrassment.
“I’ll make it easier for you. All you have to do is say ‘I’ll treat you with respect. I’ll give you a raise. I’ll show you my boobs and butt in the office whenever you want. Please, sir, stop tickling my feet and move on.’”
Steph gulped and said, “Yes sir, I’ll try.”
I started to tickle.
“Hahah … I’ll treaheheat you with respect. I’ll give hahahehehehe give you a raise. I’ll show you my booooooaaah nooooooo!” she yelled as I surprised her by reaching up and tickling the back of her knees.
Eventually – after the fourth try – she managed to say the submissive phrase without stopping to laugh.
As I was playing this game, I was careful not to let her pretty feet, with their perfectly pedicured toes, touch my dick for fear that I’d explode right on the spot. I knew there was more fun to be had with my new toy. And I knew what I wanted to tickle next.
“Now,” I commanded, feeling more dominant by the minute. “Get down on the ground. Support yourself with your forearms and face away from me. Put your either side of me and bend your legs.”
For those familiar, I had her to get into the classic wheelbarrow position.
Completely defeated, Steph did as she was told. I gripped the outside of her knees and pulled them up to my side. In front of my face was the most luscious, round, toned ass on the planet. It was as juicy and firm with perfectly soft tanned skin. I pulled the right side of her black thong strap and let it go. Thwap! “ooh” said Steph softly as the thong snap made a satisfying sound. The silky black string sat snuggly between her jutting ass cheeks and ran down until the fabric made a cute pouch around her waxed pussy, which rested on top of my thighs.
It was a view from heaven for me. And a position from hell for her.
“Please sir! Don’t tickle me like this. This is such a vulnerable position. This is way worse than anything I did to you,” she begged.
Unmoved, I began running the fingers of my right hand across her jiggling right butt cheek as I reached down with my left hand to grab and tickle the side of her flat tummy.
“Hehehehe oh my god Shawn! I mean sir! Please … please … stop tickling my ass! It’s somehohohohow even worse than my feet! Hahahaha eeeeeeeek no! Why does my ass tickle so bad?!?!?”
It was music to my ears. I dragged and wiggled my fingers up and down her butt and thighs – combining the tickling with pinching and smacking to my hearts content. Steph shrieked, giggled, yelped in pain, cried and begged. The absolute worst spot on her body was the crease between the bottom of her ass and her thighs.
“Nooooaaaaaaagh!” she screamed as I dug into that spot. “Please Shawn! Nohohahahaha … not there! Tickle me anywhere else! Tickle my feet, spank me, do whatever you wahahahant … just don’t tickle there!”
I made her hold her ass in place while I tickled her taint and pussy. Each wiggle earned a spank. I made her slowly count to ten without laughing or moving while I switched back and forth between tickling her butt and her feet. I got every ounce of pleasure and fun out of torturing this hot young lass that I possibly could. I even poured a shot of vodka on each butt cheek and eagerly lapped it up with my tongue.
“Oooooh – eeeeek! That’s too cold!” Steph exclaimed in surprise.
“Be a good girl and keep that butt perfectly still, or you’ll be punished again,” I sternly responded.
Steph flexed her arms, core, butt and legs and didn’t move at all as I slurped the vodka off her rock hard butt, surprising her with a few pinches and snaps of her tight thong as I did.
I then paused for around twenty seconds while contemplating my next steps. Had she been punished enough? Certainly, so. Did she deserve more? Not really. Had I gotten adequate revenge? Sure. Did I want to stop? Not really.
Steph, who had begun to hope that the ordeal was over. Or at least that we’d move on to something beyond tickling, howled in frustration and suffering when I, once again, dug my wiggling fingers into her worst spot – where her ass met her thighs.
“Oh no! Oh no! Aaaaaaaah nooooooo!” she sobbed. “Please, PLEASE, stop! You don’t understand I can’t take it! I can’t take it! I can’t take it!” Again with the high-pitched desperate begging.
It was too much for me.
“I can’t either,” I loudly growled as I bent over and grabbed her roughly by her sides, pulling her on top of me.
Steph’s firm ass now in my lap, I was seconds away from exploding as she began to give me an impromptu lap dance. Feeling her butt slowly rub up and down my shaft, I grabbed and massaged her big boobs, with their nipples hard as bullets. Incredibly wet from her perverted torment and, now, free from the horrible ticklish sensations, she reached her right hand inside of her g-string and started furiously rubbing her clit as she grabbed my thigh and squeezed with her left.
Knowing exactly what would please me, she leaned her head back and in slow sultry way, whispered into my ear: “Ooh Shawn … you are suuuuch a good tickler. Being tickled by you was tooooorture for me. I just couldn’t stand it. Please, please sir don’t tie me up and tiiiiiiickle me any more. Oh my god, your cock is so biiiiig. Do you wanna cum on my luscious ass? I reaaallllly want you to baby!”
With that, I shot the biggest most intense load of my life as she simultaneously orgasmed from rubbing herself. She leaned back on top of me as we both struggled to catch our breath.
After a few minutes of silent recovery, Steph went to the bathroom to clean herself up. She brought back a warm wash cloth for me to do the same. She, then, gently sat back down on my lap, still wearing her black thong. I remained naked, no longer worried about it being a submissive state, given what had transpired.
“So, what now?” she asked.
“Well,” I replied, “first of all, I may be able to get away from home at some point this weekend and you need to be available to me. So, I need you to cancel your date tomorrow.”
“Aw, I don’t wanna,” she pouted.
In response I simply wiggled my fingers in front of her tummy.
“Ok, ok!” she immediately conceded and jumped up to get her phone.
I gave her one more smack on her already tender ass and commanded, “And get me another drink while you’re at it.”
Steph came back with the drink in one hand and her phone in the other. She sat back down in my lap and I watched her cancel her date. Then we shared the bourbon and made some light small talk. As we chatted, I gave her pokes, prods and quick light tickles very frequently … always getting rewarded with a delightful squirm and girlish giggle. I thoroughly enjoyed my dominance. I got to experience interacting with my normally bitchy boss in a way that nobody had for years. It was sexy in a different way than the torture had been before, and I soon was hard again.
After twenty minutes or so, we finished the drink and I stretched my arms out.
“Well, I think I should be getting home,” I said. I then nodded towards my erection, “want to take care of this before I leave?”
Steph smiled, kneeled on the floor in front of me and pulled her hair back.
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I tried to collect my thoughts on the car ride home. What was the best course of action?
The safest thing to do, of course, was come to an agreement with Steph that we’d drop the whole thing and put it behind us. The truth was, although I had the recording, she had a lot of leverage to. A wrong move for either of us would cost us our jobs and, in my case, maybe my family. Plus … I wasn’t an affair guy! In ten years of marriage, I hadn’t even kissed another woman before this. I felt guilty. I had had my fun and, clearly, forgetting the whole thing was the smart play.
But … could I really pass this up? An opportunity to play back-and-forth sexual power games with a woman this hot?! I’d probably never get the chance to even lay hands on a hottie like this again. And here was an indefinite opportunity to tickle torture her and be tickle tortured by her, in an indefinite number of hot situations and scenarios.
I arrived home and my wife was, understandably, pissed. It didn’t last long. Still energized from the evening’s events, I tore her clothes off immediately and ravaged her on the living room floor.
Afterwards, we lay breathing heavily next to each other.
“Wow! Where did that come from?” she asked. “You can work late every week if you’re going to fuck me like that! But what was with all of those quick tickles you gave me??”
