Foot Tickling Surprise
(Published on Sunday, August 14, 2005)
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My wife has such ticklish feet that it took a really long time after meeting her before she'd even let me massage them, let alone suck her toes, which she now enjoys a lot. It was a bummer for me because I have a tickling fetish, and foot tickling is a favorite of mine. Every time I'd take a chance at tickling my wife's feet, she'd get really pissed at me, so I had to stop trying altogether. A lot of you guys probably know how that is.

Luckily for me, and for her too as it turned out, a turn of events happened that changed our lives forever. We had been invited to a naked jacuzzi party at a friend's house. We had been there a number of times before with different couples. Sometimes nothing happened but just as often we would end up in our hosts' master bedroom for some kinky fun.

Along with a tickling fetish, I have a foot fetish, and a bondage fetish as well. Our friends shared these same fetishes to differing degrees, so we would always end up having a lot of kinky fun together. Our usual routine would be for everyone to take turns being the center of attention at being tied down so that everyone else could combine their efforts to tease, titillate, and sexually stimulate the one who was at the center of attention. It was en enormous amount of fun. Naturally we pretty much knew one another's limits, and we took great care in respecting them.

One of my wife's limits was of course not to be tickled because she was just too darned ticklish. Others had a no intercourse rule going on, which was pretty common with newer people who would join us from time to time, but that rule was usually diminished in time because of our familiarity with one other. Even the no tickling rule would end up being greatly diminished when people would eventually succomb to the curiosity of what it would be like to tickled without mercy. Thankfully for our sex lives together, my wife was no exception.

Early evening changed everything, and for the better all the way around with everyone. A common complaint about my wife had been that it wasn't fair for her to enjoy tickling others so much without being willing to be tickled herself. And she did enjoy tickling others to their limits! However, this so-called complaint had never been bantered about in a cruel way to make my wife feel terrible. Instead, people just kind of joked about it. In a way, my wife's no tickling rule actually ended up being a way to become very erotic with her. People would tease her naked and bound body by lightly tracing their fingers and tongues across every part of her nakedness. She enjoyed this immensely. It brought her great pleasure to be teased with light tickling, especially when it was a means to stimulate her further until she was climaxing. As far as I was concerned, this was more than good enough for me, so her no tickling rule had pretty much been forgotten. Besides, it really wasn't a no tickling rule more than it was a no hard tickling until I pass out rule.

Then it happened. It was a fateful evening that changed the tide in our tickling fun. I hadn't picked up on what had been happening over the course of a number of months, but as it turned out, my wife's curiosity about what it would be liked to allow others to tickle her mercilessly overwhelmed her to the point where she had started talking to some of the other women in our group about it. She noticed for instance, that other women who initially had a no tickling rule, and who ended up taking the challenge of allowing themselves to be tied down and tickled, often changed their no tickling rule to the point that theywanted to be group tickled!

On that fateful evening my wife suddenly announced to everyone that she was going to allow our hostess to tie her down and tickle her, but only our hostess would have this permission. It was to be "an experiment." I was almost in shock by her sudden announcement, especially since it was to our group, and not to me personally. Naturally, I wasn't about to object.

Our hostess is a very attractive woman, and straight like my wife, but she also has a deviously naughty streak in her, which is another reason that I was surprised that my wife would choose her to perform this so-called experiment with her. Our group was instructed to remain in the jacuzzi while my wife and our hostess would be in the master bedroom. Our host whispered to the rest of us, "This should be fun."

It was a perfect exhibitionist/voyeur setting. The jacuzzi was situated right outside of their master bedroom with an easy view in through their open french doors. Normally the person at the center of attention would be tied down in a spread eagle fashion, but our hostess tied her down differently. Our hostess laid my wife face down, spread her arms above her, and bound each of her wrists in fur-lined leather cuffs that were secured to the top corners of the bed. She gently spread my wife's legs apart, applied some ID Millenium to her pussy and clit, which clearly excited her, and then gently inserted a multi-purpose vibrator into her lubricated pussy.

Our hostess gently repositioned my wife so that her legs were together again. She bound her legs with padded leather straps above and below her knees, and then bound her ankles with another padded leather strap. She pulled my wife's body by her ankles so that she was taut on the bed, sat of the back of her legs, and then used her fingers to begin lightly tracing the soles of each of her feet at the same time with both of her hands. Our Hostess was smart to start off slowly. She also leaned down to my wife's bare soles to use her mouth and tongue to explore every available inch.

This went on for some time. I could tell that my wife was in Seventh Heaven. The way that she suddenly curled her toes at times told me that she was most likely having a few orgasms from the expert way that our hostess was stimulating her soles, combined of course with that multi-purpose vibrator inside of her.

Then it happened. Our hostess began to alternate her otherwise erotic and sensual footplay with some hard sole tickling, using her fingers of course, but also using her teeth to rake along my wife's soles. Suddenly my wife was gasping and laughing out loud. Before you could only really hear a few moans, but because of the jacuzzi's jets, they were hardly audible. But every time our hostess did some hard tickling, my wife could clearly be heard gasping and laughing.

After a while our hostess stopped the foot tickling, and whispered something to my wife who evidentally agreed to do whatever our hostess had asked of her. She was then blindfolded, untied, turned over onto her back, and then re-tied in a spread eagled fashion. Motioning to the rest of us to come into the bedroom, we followed our hostess' lead, and positioned ourselves around my wife's bound and naked body. Including me, there were seven of us. We all played with her at the same time, and forced her to cum countless times.

It seemed clear to everyone involved that my wife's most sexually satisfying time was when she suddenly began squirting her cum into the air with a female ejaculation that seemed to go on for at least thirty seconds with multiple ejaculations. Her female ejaculations seemed to start just as both of her feet were being heavily tickled at the same time that other erogenous zones of her body were being stimulated. How my wife took it I don't know, but instead of screaming for us to stop, which I expected she would do, she ended up gasping, "Oh, my God! What are you doing to me?! Oh, God! I'm cumming! I'm cumming!"

Tears streamed down her face from the exquisite pleasure that she was being forced to endure. I knew that if she had wanted us to stop, she would have cried out, and simply told or begged us to stop. No code words would have been needed. Again, I was very surprised that she didn't do exactly that. She always begged me to stop whenever she became too sensitive from her climaxes, and of course I would stop as I always did. This time was different.

As my wife explained to us afterwards, I learned that she was "very close" to begging for her sexual ravishment to stop because "it was just too much to take," but that the pleasure was "so exquisite," she simply chose to allow it to continue. She definitely wanted to do it again, but "not right away." She "had to recover." Since then, she's been at the center of attention a number of times. She even lets me tickle her at home now, but only when she's in the right frame of mind to endure such an exquisitely satisfying sexual experience.