Hi. General compilation of past wife-tickling stories. Do enjoy.
Tickling my wife
Hi all. This is a short but true episode of tickling my wife. I was a little reluctant at first since it is true and personal, but it's a little hard not to share. I've got some more fictional episodes coming up in the "Serial Tickler" and "Big breasted tickling" series', for those who care.
First, you've got to know some things about her. She's a bit opposite the sort of person I typically write about in my fictional stories. She caucasian, and about 5'6". She is a very good athlete and has an athletic sort of body, kind of like a college cheerleader. Strong, muscular legs. She was a college swimmer, so she has strong looking shoulders and arms. Depending on the time of year (summer = more outdoor running & swimming) she'll have reasonably defined abs or in the winter, a slight layer of fat, but still better than most people. She has dark brown hair, currently about shoulder length and kind of wrapping her face, and dark eyes. Her face looks a little like Tea Leoni or Jennifer Garner from Alias, but not that thin. Not that she's as attractive as those people; you'd never mistake her for them walking down the street but more in the sense of "hey, do you know who you look like", like people say when you slightly resemble somebody. When they say that to her, they mention those people, and I think it's mainly because of her eyes and lips. Don't get me wrong, you'd never mistake her for either in real life. Anyway, take that for what it's worth.
Point is, I lucked out (in many ways), she's one of the most ticklish people I've ever known. She's ticklish just about everywhere, even the middle of her back, but especially her armpits and most especially her feet. I'll get to the feet in a second.
Touch her anywhere the right way and she'll laugh. But, just a finger underneath her arms and she'll crumple. We'll playfully wrestle, and eventually I'll stick a finger, not wiggling it, just placing it , under her arm and she folds.
But, her feet are the most ticklish overall. Her feet are so ticklish she can't even stand to touch them herself. She can't even stand to watch somebody's feet being handled in a non-ticklish manner on television. She won’t walk barefoot on grass because she says it tickles. I hardly ever tickle her feet out of respect, but sometimes I do. She's even said to me before she's afraid of having her feet tickled because she's scared she'll pee everywhere.
Anyway, this is all worth keeping in mind for any future references to tickling her.
The other night, we were wrestling around, when she slipped between the bed and our dresser, which is a pretty narrow space. That left her flat on her back but with her feet up on the bed. Hard to resist.
So, I grabbed her feet and started tickling. It's hard to imagine the shrieking laughter and spasms she goes through, but she did. I only tickled her for maybe 5 seconds or so. When it was over, she said "I can't believe you tickled my feet like that". It's impossible to explain just how ticklish she is there, but it's quite a rush!
Hope you enjoyed.
Last summer we were at a friend's house by a lake. The daughter of this guy's girlfriend walked up to my wife and tickled the bottom of her foot! Of course, she screamed and then the girl kept taunting her by saying "I know where you're ticklish". Later on, the guy who owned the house saw my wife laying on a couch, and took a quick shot at her foot, making her scream. So, by then everybody had figured out that her feet were ticklish, so over the weekend if somebody saw her barefoot they'd take a swipe across her sole.
Somehow or another this weekend I finally convinced my wife to let me try massaging her feet. From her perspective, have the soles of her feet touched is (in her own words) "unbearable". Keep in mind this is a woman who does not like to walk barefoot at all because her feet are so ticklish. She said she wanted to try it, though, so long as I didn't touch anywhere near the arch of her foot. I did some rubbing with deep pressure, and I think to her surprise she found it didn't really tickle too badly, but it did make her laugh. So we tried the arch area, and she didn't get too badly tickled but she couldn’t stop laughing and I had to quit. It's interesting to see the psychological side of tickling. She said if she sees the "tickling motion" it literally scares her and if she knows I'm going to tickle her feet, it's like torture but if she's just surprised by a sudden tickle it isn't that bad.
So, then I upped the stakes. I asked her if I could try tickling her feet to see how much she could take and explore which areas of her feet were most ticklish. Much to my surprise, she let me! I would swipe a finger gently from her heel to toe. She could keep from laughing or shrieking for up to 3 swipes, but after that either shrieked or started to laugh too hard and withdraw her foot, but we did that for a few times.
Then we started exploring other ticklish spots on her feet. She isn't ticklish at all on tops of her feet, but if I touched the side of her foot, opposite the arch, she would jerk and scream. The heel was pretty ticklish, and she couldn't take having her toes touched.
Then, this morning I tickled her belly, sides, ribs, kidney area using a very light, finger-wiggling approach (except on her ribs, where I just gently rubbed with one finger). She gets tickled by both the light stroking and more vigorous rubbing/poking, but she seems to be able to take it longer if it is just the feathery touching. It's interesting to see her different reactions to being tickled in different upper-body spots. She can't stand to have her underarms touched at all. After her feet and armpits, she says her sides are her next most ticklish place, but she seems awfully ticklish on her belly and laughs very hard and gets quite animated if I get her there. Her ribs are probably least sensitive, but she’s still ticklish there.
So, last night my wife (lets call her Mary) and I were kidding around, and she started tickling me. I figured that was fair game to tickle her back, and it so happened that her socks and shoes were off. I wrapped my arm around her right leg and tickled her foot for about 10 seconds, probably the longest I’ve ever tickled her there. It was impossible to resist, knowing how sensitive her feet are. She was flailing like mad and doing this kind of chaotic, gasping scream-laugh. Her face went red instantly, it was great. When her feet are tickled she can’t say a word, she laughs so hard. But the conversation we had after the tickling was pretty interesting and is what motivated me to send in this chunk.
We were chatting about how ticklish she is, and she said she blamed her mother for her ticklishness and to an extent about her fear of having her feet tickled. She said she knew her dad wasn’t very ticklish, but her mother is extremely ticklish so that’s where she must have gotten it from. Now, that is interesting on a couple of levels, as her mother is quite pretty – a little like Lynda Carter but without the huge chest and kind of wide hips and narrower shoulders (but kind of an unpleasant person – very self-centered – not attractive except as someone to look at). I don’t really want to tickle her mother, that might be a bit creepy, but I wouldn’t mind seeing someone else tickle her, just because it never hurts to see a pretty female tickled.
Anyway, I asked Mary how she knew her mother is ticklish and she told me that she remembered her step-father would routinely pin her mother on the couch or bed and tickle her (I’d love to have seen that!), but that it would start out playfully and then usually became like torture to her mother. She said her mother would absolutely scream bloody murder when he tickled her feet and belly, but also her hips and sides (didn’t mention armpits), all the same places that really get my wife. Mary said she remembered how her mother would twist and jerk very violently when tickled, like she couldn’t control her body, how loud and hard she laughed and so on. She said it was a little unnerving to her because she knew she was just as ticklish and people could get her the same way and did lots of times.
The story got more interesting. Worse still (for her mother) he would tickle her for minutes on end and it sounds like the stereotypical tickling story. Mary said some of her most vivid memories is of her mother is when she was being tickle-tortured on the couch, her step-father digging into her sides, her mother’s face being a deep red, eyes cranking out tears while she could not stop laughing very forcefully and screaming. Mary said she also got nervous seeing it because she knew how ticklish she was too and that the same thing could happen to her, and at the same time knew what her mother was going through. Despite that, she and her mother are actually very different people and don’t get along all that well.
Now, this next part is to me the strangest, and what prompted me to submit this bit.
Mary also said that back during that time of her life, her step-father occasionally but almost daily her step-brother would hold her feet and tickle her a lot, going for her feet, pits and belly, but that she could not remember a single time that her mother tickled her, probably because her mother is so ticklish as well. Mary said they only discussed it once that she could remember, when she complained about being so ticklish and her step-brother getting her feet and middle and wanted her mother to do something about it. According to Mary the only thing her mother told her (again, characteristic of her mother being a rather unsympathetic person and perhaps a bit crazy) was that lots of girls are ticklish in those places and she may as well get used to it or she would always be ticklish and boys would always tickle her. Mary said something to the effect of if that was the case, why her mother was still so ticklish, and her mother said something like “I’m not that ticklish” I couldn’t tell you and neither could my wife what her mother was thinking there, since obviously she’s seen her mother getting severely tickled. But oh well, people say lots of odd things.
So, after that talk, I was teasing her (in a good-natured way). I said things like “so, your mother is ticklish here”, and tickle Mary in a given spot, like poking her in her side, or squeezing her knee, or poking her in her belly. I pretty much left her feet alone, since I’d got them already and when you’re fooling with somebody so ticklish you really need to walk a fine line between playful and abusive. She pretty much had enough after the belly-tickling, so that was the end of it. Pretty fun, but a bit confusing about her mother’s reaction to being tickled.
Again, interesting to look at the psychological side of tickling, as well as seeing a link between her sensitivity and her mothers’. It was really interesting to hear that she and her mother are awfully ticklish in the same spots, and even their physical reactions to being tickled are almost identical – can’t stop laughing or screaming no matter what even to say “no” or “stop”, going red-faced instantly and uncontrollably flailing. On the other hand, I guess that’s what very ticklish people do, but it was still interesting.
I hope you enjoyed.
Tickling my wife
Hi all. This is a short but true episode of tickling my wife. I was a little reluctant at first since it is true and personal, but it's a little hard not to share. I've got some more fictional episodes coming up in the "Serial Tickler" and "Big breasted tickling" series', for those who care.
First, you've got to know some things about her. She's a bit opposite the sort of person I typically write about in my fictional stories. She caucasian, and about 5'6". She is a very good athlete and has an athletic sort of body, kind of like a college cheerleader. Strong, muscular legs. She was a college swimmer, so she has strong looking shoulders and arms. Depending on the time of year (summer = more outdoor running & swimming) she'll have reasonably defined abs or in the winter, a slight layer of fat, but still better than most people. She has dark brown hair, currently about shoulder length and kind of wrapping her face, and dark eyes. Her face looks a little like Tea Leoni or Jennifer Garner from Alias, but not that thin. Not that she's as attractive as those people; you'd never mistake her for them walking down the street but more in the sense of "hey, do you know who you look like", like people say when you slightly resemble somebody. When they say that to her, they mention those people, and I think it's mainly because of her eyes and lips. Don't get me wrong, you'd never mistake her for either in real life. Anyway, take that for what it's worth.
Point is, I lucked out (in many ways), she's one of the most ticklish people I've ever known. She's ticklish just about everywhere, even the middle of her back, but especially her armpits and most especially her feet. I'll get to the feet in a second.
Touch her anywhere the right way and she'll laugh. But, just a finger underneath her arms and she'll crumple. We'll playfully wrestle, and eventually I'll stick a finger, not wiggling it, just placing it , under her arm and she folds.
But, her feet are the most ticklish overall. Her feet are so ticklish she can't even stand to touch them herself. She can't even stand to watch somebody's feet being handled in a non-ticklish manner on television. She won’t walk barefoot on grass because she says it tickles. I hardly ever tickle her feet out of respect, but sometimes I do. She's even said to me before she's afraid of having her feet tickled because she's scared she'll pee everywhere.
Anyway, this is all worth keeping in mind for any future references to tickling her.
The other night, we were wrestling around, when she slipped between the bed and our dresser, which is a pretty narrow space. That left her flat on her back but with her feet up on the bed. Hard to resist.
So, I grabbed her feet and started tickling. It's hard to imagine the shrieking laughter and spasms she goes through, but she did. I only tickled her for maybe 5 seconds or so. When it was over, she said "I can't believe you tickled my feet like that". It's impossible to explain just how ticklish she is there, but it's quite a rush!
Hope you enjoyed.
Last summer we were at a friend's house by a lake. The daughter of this guy's girlfriend walked up to my wife and tickled the bottom of her foot! Of course, she screamed and then the girl kept taunting her by saying "I know where you're ticklish". Later on, the guy who owned the house saw my wife laying on a couch, and took a quick shot at her foot, making her scream. So, by then everybody had figured out that her feet were ticklish, so over the weekend if somebody saw her barefoot they'd take a swipe across her sole.
Somehow or another this weekend I finally convinced my wife to let me try massaging her feet. From her perspective, have the soles of her feet touched is (in her own words) "unbearable". Keep in mind this is a woman who does not like to walk barefoot at all because her feet are so ticklish. She said she wanted to try it, though, so long as I didn't touch anywhere near the arch of her foot. I did some rubbing with deep pressure, and I think to her surprise she found it didn't really tickle too badly, but it did make her laugh. So we tried the arch area, and she didn't get too badly tickled but she couldn’t stop laughing and I had to quit. It's interesting to see the psychological side of tickling. She said if she sees the "tickling motion" it literally scares her and if she knows I'm going to tickle her feet, it's like torture but if she's just surprised by a sudden tickle it isn't that bad.
So, then I upped the stakes. I asked her if I could try tickling her feet to see how much she could take and explore which areas of her feet were most ticklish. Much to my surprise, she let me! I would swipe a finger gently from her heel to toe. She could keep from laughing or shrieking for up to 3 swipes, but after that either shrieked or started to laugh too hard and withdraw her foot, but we did that for a few times.
Then we started exploring other ticklish spots on her feet. She isn't ticklish at all on tops of her feet, but if I touched the side of her foot, opposite the arch, she would jerk and scream. The heel was pretty ticklish, and she couldn't take having her toes touched.
Then, this morning I tickled her belly, sides, ribs, kidney area using a very light, finger-wiggling approach (except on her ribs, where I just gently rubbed with one finger). She gets tickled by both the light stroking and more vigorous rubbing/poking, but she seems to be able to take it longer if it is just the feathery touching. It's interesting to see her different reactions to being tickled in different upper-body spots. She can't stand to have her underarms touched at all. After her feet and armpits, she says her sides are her next most ticklish place, but she seems awfully ticklish on her belly and laughs very hard and gets quite animated if I get her there. Her ribs are probably least sensitive, but she’s still ticklish there.
So, last night my wife (lets call her Mary) and I were kidding around, and she started tickling me. I figured that was fair game to tickle her back, and it so happened that her socks and shoes were off. I wrapped my arm around her right leg and tickled her foot for about 10 seconds, probably the longest I’ve ever tickled her there. It was impossible to resist, knowing how sensitive her feet are. She was flailing like mad and doing this kind of chaotic, gasping scream-laugh. Her face went red instantly, it was great. When her feet are tickled she can’t say a word, she laughs so hard. But the conversation we had after the tickling was pretty interesting and is what motivated me to send in this chunk.
We were chatting about how ticklish she is, and she said she blamed her mother for her ticklishness and to an extent about her fear of having her feet tickled. She said she knew her dad wasn’t very ticklish, but her mother is extremely ticklish so that’s where she must have gotten it from. Now, that is interesting on a couple of levels, as her mother is quite pretty – a little like Lynda Carter but without the huge chest and kind of wide hips and narrower shoulders (but kind of an unpleasant person – very self-centered – not attractive except as someone to look at). I don’t really want to tickle her mother, that might be a bit creepy, but I wouldn’t mind seeing someone else tickle her, just because it never hurts to see a pretty female tickled.
Anyway, I asked Mary how she knew her mother is ticklish and she told me that she remembered her step-father would routinely pin her mother on the couch or bed and tickle her (I’d love to have seen that!), but that it would start out playfully and then usually became like torture to her mother. She said her mother would absolutely scream bloody murder when he tickled her feet and belly, but also her hips and sides (didn’t mention armpits), all the same places that really get my wife. Mary said she remembered how her mother would twist and jerk very violently when tickled, like she couldn’t control her body, how loud and hard she laughed and so on. She said it was a little unnerving to her because she knew she was just as ticklish and people could get her the same way and did lots of times.
The story got more interesting. Worse still (for her mother) he would tickle her for minutes on end and it sounds like the stereotypical tickling story. Mary said some of her most vivid memories is of her mother is when she was being tickle-tortured on the couch, her step-father digging into her sides, her mother’s face being a deep red, eyes cranking out tears while she could not stop laughing very forcefully and screaming. Mary said she also got nervous seeing it because she knew how ticklish she was too and that the same thing could happen to her, and at the same time knew what her mother was going through. Despite that, she and her mother are actually very different people and don’t get along all that well.
Now, this next part is to me the strangest, and what prompted me to submit this bit.
Mary also said that back during that time of her life, her step-father occasionally but almost daily her step-brother would hold her feet and tickle her a lot, going for her feet, pits and belly, but that she could not remember a single time that her mother tickled her, probably because her mother is so ticklish as well. Mary said they only discussed it once that she could remember, when she complained about being so ticklish and her step-brother getting her feet and middle and wanted her mother to do something about it. According to Mary the only thing her mother told her (again, characteristic of her mother being a rather unsympathetic person and perhaps a bit crazy) was that lots of girls are ticklish in those places and she may as well get used to it or she would always be ticklish and boys would always tickle her. Mary said something to the effect of if that was the case, why her mother was still so ticklish, and her mother said something like “I’m not that ticklish” I couldn’t tell you and neither could my wife what her mother was thinking there, since obviously she’s seen her mother getting severely tickled. But oh well, people say lots of odd things.
So, after that talk, I was teasing her (in a good-natured way). I said things like “so, your mother is ticklish here”, and tickle Mary in a given spot, like poking her in her side, or squeezing her knee, or poking her in her belly. I pretty much left her feet alone, since I’d got them already and when you’re fooling with somebody so ticklish you really need to walk a fine line between playful and abusive. She pretty much had enough after the belly-tickling, so that was the end of it. Pretty fun, but a bit confusing about her mother’s reaction to being tickled.
Again, interesting to look at the psychological side of tickling, as well as seeing a link between her sensitivity and her mothers’. It was really interesting to hear that she and her mother are awfully ticklish in the same spots, and even their physical reactions to being tickled are almost identical – can’t stop laughing or screaming no matter what even to say “no” or “stop”, going red-faced instantly and uncontrollably flailing. On the other hand, I guess that’s what very ticklish people do, but it was still interesting.
I hope you enjoyed.
