Helplessly Tickled On the Couch
Published on Wednesday, December 12, 2007
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I had no idea until recently that my girlfriend
Darla's husband David has a foot fetish like my husband has. David had
never really approached me on the subject, and Darla had never
mentioned it to me.
One late evening when my husband and I were over at their house
watching a movie, it became quite clear that David has a foot fetish.
But it's much more than that. He has a tickling fetish as well.
Throughout the movie, David gave his wife a foot massage, and my
husband gave me one as well while we wives sat on the couch. This was
the first time that my husband and I had ever seen David give Darla a
foot massage. We were a bit surprised, especially since he really
seemed to enjoy it.
After the movie, David suddenly held onto Darla's ankles to tickle her
bare soles. I could see that my husband was aroused by it, and
strangely enough, so was I. But Darla got really annoyed. "Hey! Knock it off," she told
her husband. Nodding her head in my direction she added, "Tickle
HER feet." Her
voice was commanding.
Much to my surprise, David suddenly grabbed onto my
ankles with an elbow lock, and began tickling the soles of my feet. As
my husband already knows, my feet are terribly ticklish, so of course I
thrashed about, and tried to free myself from David's grasp.
"Wow!
Your feet are really ticklish," Darla exclaimed with glee.
By then I had freed myself from David's grasp, no thanks to my husband
who just sat there with a big grin on his face. I might have been
pissed at my husband for not coming to my rescue, but his obvious
pleasure at seeing David tickle my feet kind of turned me on. Besides,
I was strangely aroused by what David had done myself. My panties were wet, and I realized that David's quick
surprise tickle had made me cum. It was a small climax, but it felt
great. I could hardly believe that five seconds of having the soles of
my feet tickled could make me so wet. I could feel myself still
dripping, and getting wetter.
In retrospect, I think it was the anticipation of what was about to
happen next that made me so horny. It was all so obvious, even then.
While my husband gave his tacit approval by sitting on the carpeted
floor with a big grin on his face, and doing nothing, Darla and her
husband worked in unison to trap me beneath them on the couch. As I
instinctively twisted my body to free myself from their grips, I landed
face down on their couch. Darla grabbed onto my wrists, held them
tightly together behind my back, and sat down on the back of my thighs.
I was in no position to move because David had sat on the back of my
legs next to Darla. But it wasn't just their combined weight that held
me down. David had bent my legs back at the knees, and had trapped my
feet quite effectively with another elbow lock. In essence, I was
hogtied with their bodies. Surprisingly, the tickling became much more
erotic, and sensuous than it was painful. Normally because of my high
level of ticklishness, I wouldn't be able to enjoy being tickled, but
the way that Darla and David were tickling me was much different. It
went beyond erotic sensuality. It became sexual.
In the human hogtie that Darla and David had me in, they were in a
perfect position to completely take advantage of me in every way
possible. While David paid lavish attention to my feet with his hands,
fingers, mouth, and tongue, Darla did the naughtiest tickling of all by
brushing aside my loose shorts to expose my pussy and clitoris to her
expert prodding. While continuing to hold my wrists together behind my
back with one hand, the fingers of her other hand tickled my slippery
pussy lips, and expertly stimulated my clitoris. In no time at all she
had me climaxing to multiple orgasms while David simultaneously
stimulated my soles and toes.
As tears of pleasure streamed down my cheeks from the intensity of forced orgasms, I looked over at my
husband who was enjoying himself more than I had seen in a long while.
From that point on, our relationship with Darla and David became one of
"friends with
benefits" as is commonly described in reference to friends with
whom one has a sexual relationship. We never would have thought this
could happen with these otherwise g-rated friends of ours. Then again,
we never knew that David had a foot fetish. Go figure.
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