Toesheldback
1st Level Red Feather
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Hello again!
Have one more I’ll share today. It’s not really a tickle per se, so I will make it brief. It’s about a declined opportunity and what would you have done in my place?
This happened about 3 years ago, right before COVID. There’s a couple we hang out with that we adore. Probably two of our favorite people on the planet. They won’t admit this to us, but it’s pretty clear they’re swingers, and they would love to swing with us.
Neither I nor my wife are into that, so although the girls have kissed in front of me and my buddy, and they’ve rolled around on the floor (see previous story) it never got beyond that.
I was at work, and my wife and that couple were at happy hour. I got a text from my buddy’s wife (I’ll call her Liz) that my buddy had to leave happy hour and could I come to hang out and drive them home after. I agreed and got to the club around 6pm.
Both girls were wasted, drinking big pours of tequila. My wife was completely out of it, and Liz was absolutely begging me to take them back to their house for some naked hot-tubbing.
After some drunken drama, I managed to get both girls in the car and I’m driving back to drop Liz off home. My wife was laying down in the back seat, passed out. I got to their driveway, and Liz was begging me to bring my wife inside with us, and also trying to wake my wife up to get her to go inside.
I really just wanted to get my wife in home and safe in bed, so I declined. Liz reached into the back seat, grabbed one of my passed-out wife’s feet, pulled off her flip flop, held her ankle on her lap and stared at me, smiling.
Here I was, in their driveway, Liz waiting for me to tell her what I wanted her to do with my wife’s foot, me knowing that absolutely nothing would be off-limits. My wife is ticklish enough that even in her passed-out state, she’d still react but would remember nothing. All my wildest dreams could come true. I could instruct Liz how to tickle my wife’s feet. She would lickle if I wanted, no doubt. Then after all this resulting in a raging hard-on, I’m certain that Liz would have taken care of that as well.
“I’m sorry, Liz, I gotta get her home.”
Liz smiled sadly and dropped my wife’s foot, kissed me goodbye and went inside. The next day both girls were really hungover, and my wife had no memory of leaving the club or anything after.
I hope I get a special star when I die, cause that would have been something to remember forever.
Have one more I’ll share today. It’s not really a tickle per se, so I will make it brief. It’s about a declined opportunity and what would you have done in my place?
This happened about 3 years ago, right before COVID. There’s a couple we hang out with that we adore. Probably two of our favorite people on the planet. They won’t admit this to us, but it’s pretty clear they’re swingers, and they would love to swing with us.
Neither I nor my wife are into that, so although the girls have kissed in front of me and my buddy, and they’ve rolled around on the floor (see previous story) it never got beyond that.
I was at work, and my wife and that couple were at happy hour. I got a text from my buddy’s wife (I’ll call her Liz) that my buddy had to leave happy hour and could I come to hang out and drive them home after. I agreed and got to the club around 6pm.
Both girls were wasted, drinking big pours of tequila. My wife was completely out of it, and Liz was absolutely begging me to take them back to their house for some naked hot-tubbing.
After some drunken drama, I managed to get both girls in the car and I’m driving back to drop Liz off home. My wife was laying down in the back seat, passed out. I got to their driveway, and Liz was begging me to bring my wife inside with us, and also trying to wake my wife up to get her to go inside.
I really just wanted to get my wife in home and safe in bed, so I declined. Liz reached into the back seat, grabbed one of my passed-out wife’s feet, pulled off her flip flop, held her ankle on her lap and stared at me, smiling.
Here I was, in their driveway, Liz waiting for me to tell her what I wanted her to do with my wife’s foot, me knowing that absolutely nothing would be off-limits. My wife is ticklish enough that even in her passed-out state, she’d still react but would remember nothing. All my wildest dreams could come true. I could instruct Liz how to tickle my wife’s feet. She would lickle if I wanted, no doubt. Then after all this resulting in a raging hard-on, I’m certain that Liz would have taken care of that as well.
“I’m sorry, Liz, I gotta get her home.”
Liz smiled sadly and dropped my wife’s foot, kissed me goodbye and went inside. The next day both girls were really hungover, and my wife had no memory of leaving the club or anything after.
I hope I get a special star when I die, cause that would have been something to remember forever.
