True Story, The x-wife

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Long time lurker, first time poster. Thought I should contibute something after so many years enjoying.

This story takes place back in the late 80s involving my first wife. We were both about 19 or 20 at the time. I'll call her Debi to protect the innocent. Debi and I met in highschool and afterwords married for a few years before parting as friends.

Debi was 5'4", 110 pounds, green eyes and long wavy brown hair. As part of the drill team and cheerleading squad, she always remained in great shape and kept a year round tan. Debi, to this day, was the most ticklish and sensitive girl I have ever been with. No one matched her level of ticklishness. She was my first everything, first bondage toy and first tickle victim. I cant say she ever enjoyed being tickled, but she never really complained much because I enjoyed it so much. She was very hard to coax into bondage because she knew what was coming next, but she was a good sport. (Thats another story)

This particular story involves her being tickled by another person, her doctor in fact and how I found out. Debi had been working at Costco (then called price club) and had been injured while at work. A box fell off a shelf and struck her in the side of the head.
She had some neck pain and a headache but otherwise OK. She was immediatly sent off to the compaines doctor for treatment.

After she came home, she told me what had happened and described what treatment the doctor had prescribed for her.
This included further appointments with his office and physical thearapy for a while. After she had been going to and from doctors appointments and thearapy for a time, I began asking her for some details about her experiences and how things were going. More importantly what they were doing to her. She told me the usual stuff, they checked her back, did x-rays made her move in different ways and checked her reflexes. Reflexes!
I began to pry more, hoping she would tell me some details about getting her reflexes checked in her feet. I knew this would be very ticklish for her and was wondering what her reactions would be to having her soles stroked. Debi's feet were a size 6, absolutely perfect and a 10 on a ticklish scale. They were my favorite daily target. She was getting evasive with details and stated her doctors never did anything to her feet. I knew she was not telling the truth by the look on her face, a little half smile and looking away often. I had to know!

As the weeks went on I continued to pry for info, getting no where. She was holding firm to her story, when I began to find the evidence. Not thinking on her part, she left a long medical report she had gotten from the doctor's office on the kitchen table one day while she was at her appointment for the day.
So, naturally I began to read. Mostly boring doctor stuff, blah, blah, blah. Then, on the last page, there it was. Reflexes. I still remember to this day what I read. "Mrs D continues to have normal 4+ symetrical reflexes, Babinskis are consistently negative, patient is extreamly sensative to foot stimulus."


I knew it. She had been getting her little feet stroked and tickled for weeks now and I wanted details. For some reason I found the thought of someone else tickling her feet very erotic. I always thought I would be jealous but this was not the case.

When she got home that afternoon from her doctor's office. I found something that gave away the details of her appointment for that day. She came in dressed in a nice white blouse, blue shorts and blue keds with those tight white ankle socks. She came and sat next to me on the couch and kicked off her keds. Sliding them under the coffee table, she peeled off her socks.
As I waiting for the right moment to begin my interogation, she began to get playful, poking me in the side, hiting me with the couch pillow etc. This naturally lead into an all out tickle attack on her ribs, knees and anything else I could grab. As I pinned her down on the couch on her stomach, I turned and grabbed her feet, pulling them back so the soles faced me. And then I saw the evidence I needed. There, right down the middle of both her soles were two indisputable black lines made from a ball point pen on each sole. Her doctor had used his pen to test her reflexes that day and had forgotten to return the ink ball inside the pen. This left the long black marks running from her heels to just under her toes with small areas of ink missing where she had jerked away slightly.

All I remeber saying was "I knew it! and demanded details of her ticklish experiences" She immiediatly blushed and tried to deny it. As I tickled the hell out of her feet, I told her what I had read in her medical report and I knew she was getting tickled all the time. This brought even more laughter as she continued to deny it. I jumped off her and went to the closet returning with my handcuffs. As she saw this, she lept off the counch and ran to our bedroom with me in fast pursuit. Capturing her on the bed, I quickly had her hands cuffed behind her back. I then sat on her ankles and tied her feet together with a scarf she had lying on the bed. Now that I had her helpless, I got off her and said it looked like her feet needed to be scrubbed clean from these mysterious marks on her feet. That is of course, unless she wanted to tell me how they got there. "You would'nt dare" she replied.

I left her there to think about it, as I retrieved a small toothbrush, some soap and a little water. Returning to the room with my toys, Debi began to plead and beg me not to do this. Do you have something to tell me I said as I again captured and sat on her ankles. Nothing happened! what are you talking about she said.
I dipped the toothbrush into the water and sprayed a little soap on it. Placing the tootbrush on the heel of her right foot, I began to scrub. I had never tickled her like this before and the laughter I heard was something new to both of us. I ticked her until she reached the point of silent laughter. I stopped long enough for her to catch her breath and yell "YES, YES, YES, OK they have been doing that reflex thing all along and it TICKLED LIKE CRAZY"
Now STOP! STOP! Please!!........On one condition, I said. If I let you go you have to tell me in every detail every time you got your feet tickled during this. Ok Ok, I didnt tell you because I thought you would get jealous or mad or something.

And with her promise, I released her. After her soles were very clean of course.

She then went on to tell many details of her appointments and how she had been tested and tickled. Some times she was barefoot and sometimes she left her tan, black or white nylons on. This was the worst she would say. Another time she was getting some physical thearapy done and the guy manipulating her leg in the air put his hand on her heel and let his fingers tickle her sole. This drove her into a giggling wreck.

She had many many detailed stories to share. Even after we divorced, she would still call me to let me know she had a ticklish experience that day.

We stayed very good friends for years until we eventually lost contact with each other. It was fun to share this story, hopefully some of you enjoyed it.

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[Raider22181]

A great story!! well written. Cant wait to read somemore
from you. Thanks for sharing

 

[sole seeker1]

GREAT POST! SIMPLY AWSOME!!

Some times she was barefoot and sometimes she left her tan, black or white nylons on. This was the worst, she would say.

My exwife always said the same thing. Nylons intensified foot tickling for her. Probably the reason I love tickling nylon-clad feet and legs over bare! 😀

Another time she was getting some physical therapy done and the guy manipulating her leg in the air put his hand on her heel and let his fingers tickle her sole. This drove her into a giggling wreck.

Was he one of us, I wonder? Is he here on the forum? Whether he's a tickling fetishist or not, it's a pretty safe bet he was inspired to tickle your ex's feet during therapy because he read on her chart that they were so sensative! 😱


I was really thrilled with this story. I hope you post some more! 😍

 

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I often wondered the same thing. Of course, this all occurred long before the internet was a household name. Back when I thought I was the only human being on this planet that had such a strange fetish.

The other fact of her expieriences, as she told me in great detail, was that it was'nt just one doctor, it was her GP, her specialist and physcial therapist. They all seemed to follow the same routine, driving her crazy.

Even years after this, she would re-injure herself slightly and go through the same routine. She would often call me and start the conversation with "I got tickled today" just to tease me.

Thanks for the comments, I do have more true stories with Debi. I even had her tickling her friends for me while I watched or I would hold her down and let them tickle away at her.
Very fun stuff.


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[tickleking]

The absolute _best_ story I have read in over a year....

I too, am strangely intrigued when someone else tickles my wife. She has told me several stories of other people tickling her, and I have witnessed a few myself. I will share a few of these, and hope that others respind as well.

The first one was one she told shortly after we started dating about 12 years ago. Before we met, she was engaged to someone and had grown very close to his brothers family. The guys brother and wife had two girls, ages five and seven.

She told me that she was over at their house after church one Sunday afternoon, and that his brother was teasing her and had wrestled her on the couch on her stomach, and then he sat on the back of her legs. She then said that he called his two girls over, who although young, were evidently notorious foot ticklers. Her feet were hanging off the edge of the couch, so they sat down pulled off her heels and began to tickle her nylon soles, taunting her and saying "kitchy koo". She said it tickled so badly she almost wet herself.

When she first told me this story, I remember feeling jealous even though it was only by two little kids. I think the feeling of her being totally vulnerable to someone else is what bothered me. As I've gotten older however, I find it stimulating when something like this happens. I have some others that I will share.

Regards,

TK

 

[sole seeker1]

TK, I'd love to hear about your wife's experiences too. Please post some more, when you have the time.

 

[tickleking]

Hi Sole Seeker,

This story as well, happened shortly after we started dating. We got into the habit of talking on the phone during the work day. At some point during our conversations, I would ask "What are you wearing?" It got to be a little bit of a joke between us, because she would always say "oooh, you want to know what I'm wearing, huh?" At any rate, I tell this because I happen to know what she was wearing that day. She said she was wearing her navy blue business suit with blue pumps and tan nylons. I always loved that outfit on her.

She (B_ to protect the ticklish and innocent) worked for a radio station. After I had spoken with her that day, she later that evening relayed a story to me. I never let her know that it bothered me, and in hindsight I am glad I didn't, becuase now these true events arouse me. Now that she knows this, she sometimes tells me fantasy type stories of people tickling her. At that time however, she had no idea, so to her these events were just really funny, as they are to most non-ticklers. At any rate, on to the story.

She said she had kicked off her pumps and crawled about halfway into a cubby hole next to her desk where she kept folders of some sort. Only her legs from about the knee out wer showing. A new ad sales guy had come in to her office and said "Now, B_, if I knew you better this would be a perfect opportunity to tickle you." She is the type that gets paralyzed if someone threatens to tickle her and she is in a vulnerable position. She started laughing and said "Please don't". I remember this story like it was yesterday. She then said that he said "Oh, so you are ticklish huh?" Kitchy Kitchy" (_exact_ words) and began running his fingers up and down her nylon soles while she laughed hysterically and tried to back out. She said she hit her head on the top of one of the shelves as she was coming out, so he apologized profusely. She said they had a really good laugh about it, and that it really tickled. I know the feeling, because if you get her fresh out of her pumps in nylons, you'll have her cackling like a maniac, begging for her life.

Like I said, at that time I am sure my ears were flaming red, but now it intrigues me.

I have a few others I will share.

Regards,

TK

 

[sole seeker1]

Great anecdote, TK. Thanks for relating it.

I have always loved reading the posts about your wife. As you know, we're definately simpatico in our attitudes about others tickling our spouses. I'm impressed that (back then) you were able to control yourself. Pretty impressive, dude! :awe:

You have told me in the past but I've forgotten, what size are your wife's feet?

As always, I look forward to your next post. Maybe your stories will inspire some of these other guys to post too. 🙂

 

[tickleking]

Hi Sole Seeker,

Yes, we are definitely on the same plane when it comes to that. Your fantasisies are always dead on what I like. I would _love_ to get my hands on the Fannie Farmer one you have spoken of before. I rarely post anything about it, because I am always fearful people will think it is odd. Most of these she relayed to me, but as I noted, some I witnessed. Unfortunately, the best ones it sounds like she relayed to me. They are all short, but in my opinion, classic.

She is the type that people just have fun tickling, for whatever reason, maybe because she is really ticklish. I have known a few other people like this as well. At any rate, this one happened shortly (about six months) or so after we started dating. This would have been in early 1992.

It was purely accidental, which also intrigues me. We had gone out to lunch that day, and she said her feet were kiling her. I remember she was wearing a purple knee length dress, black pumps, and black nylons. After lunch, we walked back to our respective offices, and I remember seeing her standing at the crosswalk and shaking her foot out of her shoe because her feet hurt.

She told me later that when she got back to the office, she was sitting at the receptionists desk, for whom she substituted during lunch. She was talking to an african-american lady that I really liked. She told me that evidently this woman had recently had foot surgery, and told B_ she wanted to look at her feet to see if she had the same problem. B_ said "oh, no I don't think so." But she said by this time the woman had bent down on her knee, took my wife's calf, and took off her shoe! I think the aggressiveness of that move is what arouses me so much.

This woman always had fairly long manicured fingernails. B_ told me she was touching her foot pointing to where she had surgery, and she accidentally dragged a nail up the bottom of her foot. B_ said she jerked her foot back laughing and said, "Cut it out Ramona, those nails are torture!" She said they had a good laugh about it.

Once again, I was jealous at the time, but now it gets my mojo going.

Also, she wears a size 6.5.

I'll post some more later.

Regards,

TK

 

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Great stories! I have a new true episode coming up.

Debi's first pedicure!

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[sole seeker1]

Terrific like always, TK! Thanks for sharing. (We need one of those smilies that bows, and another one that's very happy.)

I await your next post (and Screen's too) with bated breath! (At least it's better than breath that smells like bait!)