dahoochman
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Made reservations at a nice restaurant for Friday evening. Arrived home to find the wife decked out in a sexy red dress, black stockings and shoes.
Kept peeking under the table at her sexy feet as we ate. Could not wait to get home and play. At one point I reached for her foot under the table and she gave me “the look” as if to say “not here” so I backed off.
When we got home she slipped of the red dress and slipped on a cute nighty with hearts she had purchased just for that night. Of course the nylons stayed.
After finishing off another glass of wine (we both had several at dinner) I moved by her legs, lifting them and placing her legs across my lap, her silky feet hanging off my thigh to my left.
I started with a gentle foot massage, rubbing and kneading her lower legs and silky feet. She loves when I squeeze her feet and toes, this relaxes her and lowers her guard. Then, I would occasionally let my fingertips graze the bottoms of her feet and she would wiggle her feet and squeal.
By now I was rock hard, and couldn’t hold back, so I put my right arm firmly on her thighs, holding her legs down, and started to scrape my fingernails up and down the bottoms of her feet. She squealed and immediately sat up, big smile on her face as my fingers assaulted her soles. She looked at me and said “don’t tickle!” In between giggles as she reached for my arm trying to stop me.
At this point my original intent was to take her to the bedroom and at least tie her hands, but after being teased by her legs and feet all night we never made it to the bed. I stopped tickling her feet and pulled her closer. She started to rub my throbbing dick through my pants and said “someone’s excited”. We ended up having sex right on the couch.
Sorry there was more tickling to report, or pics of the actual tickling, maybe next time.
Kept peeking under the table at her sexy feet as we ate. Could not wait to get home and play. At one point I reached for her foot under the table and she gave me “the look” as if to say “not here” so I backed off.
When we got home she slipped of the red dress and slipped on a cute nighty with hearts she had purchased just for that night. Of course the nylons stayed.
After finishing off another glass of wine (we both had several at dinner) I moved by her legs, lifting them and placing her legs across my lap, her silky feet hanging off my thigh to my left.
I started with a gentle foot massage, rubbing and kneading her lower legs and silky feet. She loves when I squeeze her feet and toes, this relaxes her and lowers her guard. Then, I would occasionally let my fingertips graze the bottoms of her feet and she would wiggle her feet and squeal.
By now I was rock hard, and couldn’t hold back, so I put my right arm firmly on her thighs, holding her legs down, and started to scrape my fingernails up and down the bottoms of her feet. She squealed and immediately sat up, big smile on her face as my fingers assaulted her soles. She looked at me and said “don’t tickle!” In between giggles as she reached for my arm trying to stop me.
At this point my original intent was to take her to the bedroom and at least tie her hands, but after being teased by her legs and feet all night we never made it to the bed. I stopped tickling her feet and pulled her closer. She started to rub my throbbing dick through my pants and said “someone’s excited”. We ended up having sex right on the couch.
Sorry there was more tickling to report, or pics of the actual tickling, maybe next time.
Thanks for sharing your experience here. 
