TKLVR181
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Hey guys, new story part one, I hope to actually be able to finish this one, but I'm goin outta town tomorrow so it'll probably be a while....😱
-KAREN
He walked in to their bedroom and saw his wife, Jane, sitting on the bed crying. He shook his head and crept up behind her, putting his arms around her from behind.
She jumped, startled, and turned around. “John! But I th-thought…” she started, holding up the letter he had written her just an hour before.
He grinned back at her. “Honey, I TOLD you, Denise and I are just friends! We were in high school, and we still are today! I went out to get you these.” He held up a box of her favorite chocolates.
Her mouth dropped, and he could see she still couldn’t believe. “But…I thought…”
He took the letter he had falsely written explaining why he was leaving her for Denise out of her hands and crumpled it up, then gave her a big, passionate kiss. “Darling, I LOVE you, I would NEVER leave you. Not a word of that letter was true. I thought surely you’d see it for the joke it is.”
She kissed him, wiped the tears of relief from her eyes and shook her head. “This is exactly what I’ve been afraid of ever since she came to visit last week. I’m sorry if I suddenly thought my worst fears were realized!” she said, poking him playfully.
He breathed a sigh of relief when he saw she wasn’t mad, then giggled from the poke. “Dehear, don’t poke me, you know I’m ticklish!”
“Oooh yes, you’re ticklish all right…and you’ve been a very, very bad boy who needs to be tickled GOOD for what he did to his wife!” She said, suddenly smiling evilly.
A shiver of excitement ran up his spine. He absolutely LOVED being tickled, and his wife gladly gave him teasing tickles often…but she was talking about tying him down, he knew, which she hadn’t done in at least a month. He loved it, and she knew it…but he couldn’t ever say it out loud. “W-what?”
She chuckled. “I think I need to punish you for that evil trick you played on me!” she said again, gently pushing him down onto their bed. “Punish you by cuffing you to our bed and tickling you till apologize!!”
He gladly lied down for her, putting his arms up and letting her cuff his arms above his head with the set of cuffs she kept in the drawer beside her. “I’ll not apologize, I didn’t think you’d fall for it, there’s no reason for me too!” he said stubbornly, trying his best not to grin.
She giggled. “You will. If it takes me all afternoon you will
-KAREN
He walked in to their bedroom and saw his wife, Jane, sitting on the bed crying. He shook his head and crept up behind her, putting his arms around her from behind.
She jumped, startled, and turned around. “John! But I th-thought…” she started, holding up the letter he had written her just an hour before.
He grinned back at her. “Honey, I TOLD you, Denise and I are just friends! We were in high school, and we still are today! I went out to get you these.” He held up a box of her favorite chocolates.
Her mouth dropped, and he could see she still couldn’t believe. “But…I thought…”
He took the letter he had falsely written explaining why he was leaving her for Denise out of her hands and crumpled it up, then gave her a big, passionate kiss. “Darling, I LOVE you, I would NEVER leave you. Not a word of that letter was true. I thought surely you’d see it for the joke it is.”
She kissed him, wiped the tears of relief from her eyes and shook her head. “This is exactly what I’ve been afraid of ever since she came to visit last week. I’m sorry if I suddenly thought my worst fears were realized!” she said, poking him playfully.
He breathed a sigh of relief when he saw she wasn’t mad, then giggled from the poke. “Dehear, don’t poke me, you know I’m ticklish!”
“Oooh yes, you’re ticklish all right…and you’ve been a very, very bad boy who needs to be tickled GOOD for what he did to his wife!” She said, suddenly smiling evilly.
A shiver of excitement ran up his spine. He absolutely LOVED being tickled, and his wife gladly gave him teasing tickles often…but she was talking about tying him down, he knew, which she hadn’t done in at least a month. He loved it, and she knew it…but he couldn’t ever say it out loud. “W-what?”
She chuckled. “I think I need to punish you for that evil trick you played on me!” she said again, gently pushing him down onto their bed. “Punish you by cuffing you to our bed and tickling you till apologize!!”
He gladly lied down for her, putting his arms up and letting her cuff his arms above his head with the set of cuffs she kept in the drawer beside her. “I’ll not apologize, I didn’t think you’d fall for it, there’s no reason for me too!” he said stubbornly, trying his best not to grin.
She giggled. “You will. If it takes me all afternoon you will
