This is something I've been trying to write out. Busy schedule aside, I'm going to write out a new fantasy I've been mulling over. At 27, I'm starting to kinda refine my tastes for this fetish. I try my best to be open minded to certain scenarios. And I like the idea of being a plaything. To be blunt, I'm very much into the idea of being tickled by a married couple. And when I say that, I'm not talking about the alternative couple with piercings and tattoos. I'm not talking about the super hip, swinger couples. Nor am I talking about super wealthy types who are "doms on the side". No, I'm talking about that midwestern couple in their mid to late 40s, early 50s. They're the unassuming type. People you'd never expect to get up to these kind soft activity. Maybe she's a home ec teacher and he works in an office. They found each other through their mutual love of tickling and have been together for who knows how long. Maybe they had a couple kids who've at this point moved out. Or perhaps they never did and chose to live be the wacky aunt and uncle or God parent to a close friend. Who knows? But in this scenario, I meet them at first through an online message board. At first I primarily talk to the husband. Maybe it's just to get a feel for me, but over time a group chat develops between the three of us through text. We all get to learn a little a more of each other until one day, we feel good enough to set up a date. The days slowly tick past as the anticipation ticks past slowly as the day approaches. It slows even worse the morning of. Up until the point where I get off work and make my way to my location. I drive until I'm told by GPS to turn off onto a country road. Houses spaced out by miles. Until i get to a driveway with a one story house at the end of it. An old, but pretty well kept together station wagon in the driveway. Anxious and feeling like my legs are about to fall out from under me, I take the leap without letting myself second guess. I grab my bag and step out of the car. Taking my time to approach the door, i hesitantly ring the door bell. I hear heavy foot steps and a soft, feminine voice calling to let me know she's coming. Let's say, Martha opens the door. She's short. Maybe 5'3". At least 45 with brown hair and blue eyes. Chubby, but with a bright attitude and personality. She's wearing a long skirt, lace shirt, visibly barefoot with her toes painted a sparkly bright blue. For a moment she catches me looking before welcoming me in. You follow her to the families living room to be introduced to Richard, her husband. Marty isn't particularly attractive to me. Definitely taller. Thin, but not in a frail way. A bit of a gut, and slightly balding. Wearing khaki shorts, a button up shirt and some long brown socks. But he's incredibly nice and offers me a beer and a seat so we can chat and watch whatever sports game he has on television. We get to know each other. He tells me stories. Up until we're both called in to the kitchen for dinner. The three of us sit and eat. We enjoy our food, have some alcoholic beverages and for a moment, we decide to all sit on their back patio to watch the sun set. And once night has fully set in, the two of them lead me into a room at the back of their house. It is, for lack of a better term, a dungeon. Not really. More like an extra room they put a bed in that has those adjustable straps you can slide under a mattress. Without prompting, I take it as a sign to undress and lay down. Only down to my underwear. They don't undress. Before I'm restrained, we go over ground rules. And once they're set, I become their toy. They come at me from either side. Martha and Marty expertly squeeze at my sides, count my ribs and spider scribble across my tummy. Nerves and inhibitions already in disarray from the extra glass of wine made even more chaotic as the couple uses their tongues simultaneously on either one of my nipples. Sucking and twisting them with their mouths. While their combined strengths pin my forearms tightly to the bed. Each of them using one arm to pin and the other to tickle my armpit, drenched in sweat by the heat of the situation. Almost like something feral had taken over this repressed middle aged couple. Each moan and groan that escapes in-between my fits of laughter almost encouraging them. Martha at one point hops up onto the bed next to me. Cuddling up and getting close to my ears and neck. Gently kissing at my neck and whispering coochie coos and tickle tickles into my ears. Only causing the moaning to worse. Meanwhile Marty has decided to be mean. He's sat on my shins, and firmly pinned my legs between his before he begins squeezing at and between my thighs. The mixture of both sensations causing me to jump and twist. I struggle to deal with the feeling. Hard as I was before when we first started, my tip is buzzing and my cock is throbbing. And they both know it. But they won't do anything about it until they've had their fun. Of course they both work over my feet. They take turn holding my ankles in place while the other tickles. Their favorite technique is holding my toes back so I can't hide my soles as much. Martha is of course much sweeter about it. At times apologizing but firmly, almost in a maternal tone telling me that this is what I wanted. And I should be a good boy and just take it. Her style smoother. Her manicured nails almost gliding. Made even worse by the oil I'd been prepped with. I'm screaming. Begging for it to stop. But all she's doing is gently pinching at the base of my toes. From time to time, planting warm loving kisses on my soles. Making me jump and gasp before falling right back into a miserable pile of giggles. If only I had known what was coming. Marty was, again, meaner. He was faster. More relentless. More of a bully. He'd dig in between my toes. Being the only one to use tools on me, a hairbrush would be applied to me. Causing me to scream as loud as I could. Bucking and thrashing. His taunts more like a man, knowing he has me close to coming. Like he'd picked up on the erogenous zone in my feet by instinct. After sometime they come back up to my upper body and back. And fourth and so on and so on. The climax coming in a way they feel I deserve. I'm unstrapped at the wrists. Martha sits me up. Having me adjust so I'm laying back on her. She strips her shirt, revealing her bare breasts. She hugs me from behind and slowly envelops me. My head gently rests upon her large chest as she reaches around with one hand. Gently sliding my briefs down to allow my pole to rise. With her other hand, she grabs the bottle of oil. Squirting some in one hand before putting the bottle down and lathering both of her hands up. Marty can be seen doing the same, but while sat on my ankles. He proceeds to gently tickle my soles. While at the same time, Martha reaches around and begins to slowly stroke me. At first the feeling is so intense. I want to cum almost immediately, but I softly her "not yet baby" whispered into my ear by Martha. I allow myself to be given over to everything. The tickling that would occasionally turn into a massage. Marty's firm hands working my size 10s to nerve. Martha, expertly gettin me to the boiling point before somehow bringing me right back down. The volcano only erupting when given permission. We all sit there for a second. After a moment to catch our breaths, we all decide to call it for the night. It's late and I've had a few drinks. The room has its own connected bathroom, so I can clean up in there. In the morning we all have breakfast. No mentions of the night before. Only about what's going on today. And what a good time to meet again would be. We say our good byes. And move on til the next time if there ever is one.
Hope y'all enjoyed the ride.