Tied, Tickled & Loving It
(Posted on Tuesday, September 18, 2001)
This story was submitted anonymously.

My husband tells me that he is not a jealous man, and even tells me that his fantasy is to see me with other men, but I don't believe him. Any time that any other man gets too close to me physically, or flirts with me too much, he gets pretty testy and cross with me. He's also told me that he'd love to see me with another woman, but I'm straight and that kind of thing never really interested me. Besides, I doubt very much that I'd like another woman in our bed even I was into women as I'd rather not see my husband with some other woman, which would probably happen if I was to be involved in such a threesome.

Even though I was pretty straight and my sex life was fairly normal before my husband enterered my life, I have to admit that his kinky ways have intrigued me. My husband has a foot fetish and a bondage fetish, which I have to admit can be pretty exciting sexually. He loves to tie me up and take advantage of me, which I've learned to love as well. Because of his so-called other fetish to see me with other men, I've acted out stranger scenarios to please him, which I've also learned to love. These stranger scenarios consist of my husband blindfolding and tying me up so that he can pretend to be another man who comes in to take advantage of me. Admittedly, my climaxes are very powerful whenever my husband forces me to cum while I am tied up and helpless to stop him.

Lately I've been warming up to the idea of having my husband bring another man over to surprise me after being blindfolded and tied up, but now I've begun to think that my husband couldn't really handle the reality of such a fantasy. I began to feel as if I was stuck in limbo, learning to love something, even craving it, and then not being able to taste it. So my kinky thoughts have become fantasies that I act out whenever I masturbate myself in the early morning hours after my husband has gone off to work. I've even been masturbating to these thoughts while swimming in our backyard pool. So I guess it should be no surprise when I found myself in a rather compromising position one late morning shortly after having some kinky thoughts flash through my head.

I had been swimming in our pool when I suddenly heard our doorbell ring. I knew that a phone repair person was scheduled to arrive at about 11 a.m., but as it was only about 9:45 a.m., I was somewhat surprised. So I hurriedly jumped out of the pool and threw on my terrycloth bathrobe. As usual, I had been swimming nude, but I didn't give it much thought since my bathrobe would cover me sufficiently. Besides, it felt pretty sexy wearing nothing but a bathrobe. I rushed over to the front door and opened it to find an older, distinguished looking man who identified himself as the phone repair person. He was probably about 55 or so, which would make him almost twice my age as I am 28.

"Hi," he said to me a bit nervously. "I'm, uhh ..."

But I interrupted him and said, "I know ... from the phone company, right?"

"Yes," he answered back. "How did you know?"

"Well, Sam," I said to him with a slight laugh as I pointed to his identity badge, which had his name on it, "it's right there as plain as day. Besides, we were expecting you," I said, referring to my husband and I even though I was alone. I found it enjoyable to tease him just a bit.

"Uh, right," he said again with a laugh in his voice. "Sorry to be so early, but I'm ahead of schedule today 'cause everone's problems today have been an easy fix."

"Hey, no problem," I said to him. "Let's hope that our problem is easy to fix, too."

"I'm here to fix the DSL, so if you don't mind, let me look at what the obvious could be and start from there," he said, this time with some confidence back into his voice. Then, completely changing the subject and catching me off guard, he added, "I hope that you don't mind me telling you this, but I have to say that you have great feet," pointing to my bare feet.

I was only taken off guard for a moment. I know a foot man when I see one, and this guy was a foot man. "Ah, I see that you are a foot man, just like my husband. Do you happen to have a foot fetish?" I asked rather bluntly.

"As a matter of fact, I do. Why? Is it that obvious?" he asked.

"Not really," I told him. "But sometimes I can just tell."

Then he got right to work as if he hadn't ever mentioned his fascination for my feet and his admission that he had a foot fetish. "Your DSL line is fine from the office. Where are your connections?" he asked. Pointing to his worksheet he added, "It says here that you have two DSL connections inside, right?"

"Yep." Pointing to the office and then to the master bedroom I added, "There in the office and there in that bedroom. I'll show you."

He followed me into the office and noticed the problem right away. "Oh, look at this," he said as he pointed to the DSL line plug, which was slightly out of its connection, though I didn't really notice it at first.

"You're kidding?" I asked him rhetorically. "I can't believe that we missed that."

"It's easy to miss. If you really look, it seems fine, but as you can see, it's just a bit loose. It popped it's connection and probably got jarred loose further when the vacuum cleaner hit it or something."

"But why is the bedroom's line down, too?" I asked.

"Let's take a look," he said as we headed into the bedroom.

I was really glad that I had earlier on made the bed and things looked tidy. I didn't always make the bed right away, but I did that morning before taking a swim. I showed him the computer, which was located in a reading area of the bedroom that was off to the side and near the master bathroom. When he looked underneath the computer stand, he noted that the DSL line was tucked away underneath the carpet, which meant that the DSL hookup was someplace else. I couldn't remember where the DSL line had been placed, but he figured it out easily enough by following the phone line on the nightstand next to the bed. He explained that  the DSL line piggybacked one of our three phone lines and that the connection would most likely be there, which it was.

He crawled underneath the bed and was only there about a minute when he said, "Nope. The connection is good here. It's plugged in just fine." Then he went to the computer again and looked at the back of the computer. "There it is," he said as he popped the plug out and back in again. "It was a little unplugged here, too."

"Both places?" I asked. "What are the odds on that?" Then I realized that we rarely used the computer in the bedroom, so maybe it had been disconnected for a while and we hadn't even noticed it.

"It happens," he said to me. "Well, that was easy ... ahead of schedule again. I don't have an appointment for another 2 hours now ..." Then he looked at me for a moment and said, "Just enough time for a really good foot massage."

Perhaps it was good timing, or fate, or maybe I was just in the mood for some innocent fun, but for whatever reason, the idea of actually having a real stranger give me a foot massage, someone other than my husband, intrigued me and even turned me on a bit. I love foot massages and I wasn't about to pass up this opportunity!  Besides, this older man was not threatening to me at all, so I asked him, "Seriously?" Then the flirting side of me came out even more as I coyly added, "I'm not about to turn down a foot massage. How good are you?"

"It depends on what kind of foot massage you want," he added back just as coyly. His persona suddenly changed into a stronger one. He was now a man with confidence, which I liked. Plus, he wasn't pushy at all, not in the classic sense. He showed class, maybe because of his age, and he didn't come across as sleazy or too needy, which I hate. Maybe that was because of his maturity. He was a bit overweight with a beer belly, I had guessed, and he was even a bit bald, but I was strangely attracted to him anyway. Flirting with him was fun.

"Meaning?" I asked leadingly.

"Meaning that I could give you a quick foot rub which would last only a few minutes, or ..."

But I interrrupted him immediately as that didn't sound appealing to me at all. I had gotten foot rubs before, and only for short periods of time at that. Besides, most guys I ever knew just weren't into feet, so they could care less about giving some woman a foot rub. I wanted a foot massage. A real one! In a teasing voice, I said as if I was an animal who was hurting, "For only a few minutes?"

But he interrupted me with a pronounced, "Or ..." trailing off as if he wanted some direction from me.

"Or?" I asked.

"Or however you'd like it," he said sincerely. "Whatever floats your boat."

I was feeling very flirty and kind of kinky, too. I don't know what had gotten into me! "Okay, how about tying me up to the chandelier?"

"Hmmm, tie you up, uh?" He said with a smile on hs face. "That could be arranged," he added.

Getting back to the business at hand, I got us back on track and told him, "Well, I'm up for a foot massage if you're serious. And we don't have a chandelier, so ..." I trailed off purposely, but he didn't respond. I continued, "... so you'll have to improvise."

"So a foot massage it is then," he said as he pointed to the bed. Then he caught himself, realizing that he might have gone too far or assumed too much. "Is it alright to give you a foot massage there," pointing to the bed again, "or would you rather I give you one on your couch or something?"

The couch definitely sounding univiting and so dull. Since we were already in the bedroom, I just answered back, "Here is fine, if you don't mind me wearing just a robe."

"However you'd like to be is fine with me," he said. "Just get relaxed and we can start anytime." Then he added, "Oh, do you happen to have any special lotions or oils that you'd like me to use?"

"Not particularly," I told him. "But if you want to use something, there are some of our favorite massage oils over there," I said to him, pointing to the nightstand. I laid face down on the bed and asked, "Is this okay?"

"Face down is fine." Then I heard him sigh and say, "Oh my God. You have beautiful soles"

"Thank you."

The moment that he touched them with his bare hands he exclaimed, "Wow, and they are so soft, too. Absolutely perfect!"

"Thanks again."

Then there was silence. I figured that he might like my feet, especially since he obviously had a foot fetish. I keep my feet in top condition with regular pedicures. My arches are relatively high. I have fairly long toes that are perfectly proportioned, and my feet are a size 8 1/2. The soles of my feet are beautifully wrinkled, just so, and my skin is very, very soft. Even I like touching and playing with my feet!

For the next half hour or so, I was in heaven. This man gave me a very thorough foot massage, a real one, and conversation between us was practically nonexistent, which was fine by me. Sometimes a little too much chatting can take away from what's going on. Occasionally he would glide his fingers along the soles of my feet, or in and around my toes, ever so lightly, which felt great. Sometimes he would hold my ankles down together and tickle the soles of my feet almost too much as I struggled beneath him. My feet are pretty ticklish and it got to the point where it was almost too much for me to take. He seemed to enjoy it whenever I was tickled that much, especially when I couldn't help but to squirm. But mostly he was gentle with my feet, and at times, even loving. He was definitely a foot man!

I could pretty much tell that he was occasionally brushing his tongue along the soles of my feet and in between my toes, but he was doing it so sneakily that it was hard to know for sure if he was actually tonguing my feet or not. I kind of liked the idea that he was so into my feet that he just had to have them! I sometimes tried to sneak a peek, just out of curiosity, but every time that I began to look down his way, he would stop and just massage my feet. As I was loving the attention he was giving my feet, all of it, I would sometimes coo a quiet, "Hmmm, that feels really great," and then let out an almost inaudible satisfying sigh.

At one point when I thought that he might be tonguing my feet and toes again, I blurted out, "Hmm, if you are as good at massaging bodies as you are at giving foot massages, then you can come over anytime!" I half meant it, too, and would have fully meant it had I not been married. "Now if my husband could only bring someone like Sam home, I'd go along with a threesome in a second," I thought to myself. Then I had to wonder, "Did my husband set this up?" I mean, "both DSL lines going down at once?"

I was thinking so much about the what ifs that I practically glossed over the fact that Sam was now massaging the lower part of my legs. It felt great, but I was feeling somewhat dirty because this man was not my husband and I was allowing him to caress my body. We had only agreed to a foot massage. Nothing more, nothing less, though I had egged him on somewhat to do more. "Or did I," I thought to myself again. Okay, he was only massaging me, but still, "it is wrong," I thought to myself. My mind was playing all kinds of tricks on me and I began to think of ways to justify what this man was doing to me. I couldn't believe myself. I didn't want it to stop. In fact, I actually wanted things to go further.

As Sam got closer and closer to my butt, I wondered what he might do next. "Will he try to get sexual with me?" I asked myself. Then I doubted myself and wondered, "Would he even want to be sexual with me?"

Then he suddenly reached up past my butt and laid a hand down upon the small of my back, asking me, "Would you like a back massage?"

"Would I like a back massage," I rhetorically asked myself. "Of course I would," I answered myself in silence as I said to him outloud, "Well ... I wouldn't want to impose ..."

"It's no imposition at all," he said. "So, is that a yes?" He asked.

"It's not a no," I said to him with a little laugh.

"So no means yes?" He asked, apparently amused.

This conversation was getting funny. At least it was amusing to me. I was enjoying the implications of what could happen and was flirting with sexual misconduct.

"That depends," I told him. Then my mind went wild. I thought of my husband's fantasy of how he wanted to see me with another man. In my mind I could see my husband watching this other man massaging me and seeing my husband getting turned on by the whole scene. "If you were to ask me, I'd have to say no. After all, I'm a married woman. But if you were to ask my husband, he'd probably tell you yes," I explained.

"Ah, a favorite male fantasy," he replied. "So he likes to watch, huh?"

"So he says," I admitted. It felt good to tell Sam of my husband's dirty little secret.

"Then you've never tried it before?" He asked. "Or have you?"

"Well, sort of," I said to him, wondering how much I should be confessing.

"Let me guess," He offered. "He pretends to be somebody else and you pretend to like it, right?"

"Something like that," I said to him.

"So how does this work?" He asked with some seriousness in his voice. "By the way, do you like it?"

"Like what?" I asked. I was temporarily confused as I was thinking of how to answer Sam's first question, and even whether I should answer it at all.

"Do you like it when your husband pretends to be somebody else?" He asked.

"It's fun," I admitted. "Sure, I like it."

Surprising me with an interesting proposition, Sam asked, "How would you like it if I pretended to be your husband?"

"If you pretended to be my husband?" I asked, not quite getting what that might mean. Not quite knowing where this might be headed, I slowly answered back, "Okay ... so how would this work?"

"Let me think," he answered back, seemingly as confused as I was about what he had just proposed.

At this point Sam had slipped my robe off of my shoulders and rolled it down so that it now rested on my butt as he continued to massage my back with expert massaging techniques. His massage was so thoroughly wonderful that I was becoming confused. A loss of control started to overwhelm me, which only served to turn me on. I thought that it had been nice that he hadn't just throw my robe off after slipping it off of my shoulders. He could have simply tossed it away and left me completely nude, though at this point, it would have been fine with me. I could have cared less.

Sam's hands reached up along each of my arms as he deftly raised them above me as he massaged them together at once. In between massaging me, he would alternately lightly tickle my arms with light strokes from his wandering fingers. I would undulate my body just a bit as he lightly tickled my arms, basking in the goosebumps of sensuality that covered my body, not wanting it to end. He continued to massage my arms and my hands, and then held my wrists together over one another with one hand as he lightly tickled my arms from wrist to armpit with the exploring fingers of his other hand.

"Well," he started out somewhat nervously, "let's just say for the moment that I was your husband. How does he go about pretending to be somebody else? Does he wear a disguise perhaps?"

"No, no disguise."

Then he interrupted me. "I know. You can't see him. You wear a blindfold. That way, he can be anyone he desires."

Teasing him a little and enjoying the moment, I asked him, "Are you sure that my husband didn't send you here and set me up?"

Playing along, he answered back, "Ah, and what if he did?"

"Hey, no fair," I thought to myself. For a second I thought that he was serious. "What if my husband had arranged all of this?" I wondered to myself. But I knew that he hadn't. At least I thought that he hadn't. So I told Sam, "Then I'd be in trouble."

"What kind of trouble?" he asked.

"My husband would be upset that I'd be with somebody else," I explained.

"Oh, that kind of trouble, sure." Then with some thought behind it he added, "But if that is his fantasy, then you'd be fulfilling it, now wouldn't you?"

"That's what he says," I confessed to him again. Then I thought to myself, "It would prove him right," referring to my husband.

"Is that the only kind of trouble you'd get into?" He asked.

I was confused. "What do you mean?"

"What if he really did bring somebody else in to play with you while he watched?" He asked.

I'd be helpless to stop him," I replied.

"Stop whom?" He asked of me again.

"I wouldn't be able to stop the stranger from playing with me," I tried to explain.

"Ah, I get it," he said as he suddenly held my wrists together again, this time much more firmly. The he let go and lightly tickled my arms again with both of his hands. Playing along, and also because it felt so naughtily good, I acted as if my crossed wrists could not move as I held them into place. He continued to lightly tickle me, this time from head to toe, and I kept my arms in place as if I was tied. I could tell that he was enjoying this, and it was probably very clear to him that I was enjoying it, too.

"So your husband ties you up and blindfolds you, right?" He asked.

I barely moaned out loud, but answered by nodding my head and saying, "Yes."

"Are you tied up now?" He asked, knowing full well that my wrists were completely free to move at any time.

I was having fun playing this game, so I pretended that my wrists were tied together and acted out our little scenario by keeping my wrists in place as I answered, "Yes, my wrists are tied and I'm helpless to stop you. What are you going to do to me?"

"Oh, I don't think that your wrists are tied well enough," he said as he continued to trace little circles all over my body. "See how loose they are?" He asked as he pretended to tug at my imaginary restraints.

During our roleplaying of me being tied up and helpless, Sam lightly tickled me from the soles of my feet to my neck and back. All the while I acted as if my wrists were tied as I moved about on the bed as if I was really tied. "No, no," I said to him as I got wet in the process of our roleplaying. "Don't. What you are going to do to me?" I asked again in a soft voice.

Then, out of character, Sam kissed me gently on the cheek and whispered into my ear, "Pretend that I'm your husband, okay?"

Not knowing what he had in mind, but enjoying the game we were playing despite my confusion, I meekly answered back, "Okay."

As he straddled my back and leaned in to pin my arms down and hold my wrists together, Sam again whispered into my ear and said, "I'm going to blindfold you and tie you up, and then bring someone in to make you cum while I watch."

It was eerie to hear Sam say this to me because he was a lot like my husband. I couldn't help but to go along with the scene and get into it as I often did with my own husband. "No, don't." I softly protested. "No. What are you doing to me?"

All this while I had kept my eyes closed, imaginging all kinds of things. I thought that I had imagined having my wrists tied together while Sam was straddling my back, so I tried to move my wrists apart, but Sam held them together. I realized then that it wasn't all of my imagination as Sam was actually tying my wrists together. He saw me open my eyes to look. Almost as an afterthought, Sam whispered into my ear again, "You don't mind of I tie your wrists together, do you?"

I couldn't believe that he was asking me. How polite! Then again, he was pretty much asking me after tying my wrists together. I answered back with the thought that was in my head at the moment. "I don't mind, but I think that my husband might."

He surprised me by saying in a devilish tone, "But he isn't here, now is he?"

I could have made a serious protest, but admittedly, I was enjoying myself. I allowed myself to be tied up. I could hardly believe it! He was so gentle about it, and loving, that I didn't mind at all. When he carefully turned me over onto my back, with my wrists still tied together, I wondered what he had in mind. His mind was on my pussy, so he started giving me head, and quite nicely I might add. He was much better at it than my husband, and he was actually able to make me cum. My climax wasn't huge, but it was wonderfully satisfying.

Thinking that Sam was finished playing with me, I was surprised when he began making some interesting preparations. He went into our bathroom to retrieve two huge bath towels, lifting my ass and legs up and then laying them underneath me. He had also retrieved a number of my husband's old ties that were folded into a corner of the closet. These old ties were the very ones which my husband often used on me when he tied me up. I had noticed that Sam had used an old tie to secure my wrists together, which he had retrieved from under the bed's upper frame. It had been left there by my husband, tied in place at one end to the frame itself. I realized that Sam had seen it there when he had been under the bed to check the DSL line.

I was completely relaxed and still turned on by what was happening. I was also curious. "What are you going to do to me now?" I asked.

"I'm going to try something that I think you are going to like," he said to me matter-of-factly. "Wait and see."

So I did. He tied my ankles together, then my legs, above and below my knees, and then he began to suck on my toes, each and every one of them. I loved it! He did this for a long time before taking a break and asking me if he could use a vibrator on me. My own of course, which I had to tell him where it was as I had it hidden away in the closet. I wondered what he was up to now.

He straddled my legs and gently pressed the vibrator up against my pubic bones, sliding it over and around my pussy as if he was in search of something. My pussy by now had been thoroughly drenched with my own juices as I had cum a few times when Sam had given me head. The orgasms hadn't been huge, but they were numerous and all of them were quite satisfying.

Then my body began to tremble a bit and my breathing became noticably shorter. I was suddenly aware of a most unusual sensation that was vaguely familar, and yet, very foreign to me. For a moment I looked down and saw that Sam had spread my pussy apart with one hand while gently pressing the vibrator down on what looked to be my clit. It was my clit!

"Are you alright?" Sam asked.

"Oh, yes," I said.

Then the sensations suddenly became overwhelming. Before I could say anything more, a most familiar feeling overcame me. I was definitely having an orgasm, a climax to beat all climaxes. With no warning whatsoever, my body began to tense up dramatically and I started shaking uncontrollably. In no time at all, I was almost to the point of screaming out in ecstacy as my pussy began to spew out a geyser of cum and liquid that I had never seen before. As Sam pressed the vibrator more firmly onto my clit, knowing that he had hit the right spot at the right time, that geyser of cum and liquid seemed never-ending as I climaxed repeatedly and uncontrollably. Sam sure knew what he was doing. I surely didn't.

"Oh, my God!" I exclaimed. "What was that?"

"It was beautiful. A female ejaculation." Sam explained to me.

I was drenched with my own juices and thought that I had peed myself, but I hadn't. I also had never experienced a female ejaculation before. It was wonderful, but it was also quite embarrassing. "I'm so embarrassed," I said with a red face.

"Don't be," Sam told me. "In fact, I am so turned on by what just occured, that I'm afraid I'm going to have to take advantage of having you tied up and helpless." As he said this, he retrieved a condom from his pocket and promptly pulled off his pants and boxers.

I knew what he had in mind, but I was in no position to stop him. Not that I wanted to stop him, though, because despite that very unique series of orgasms, I was even hornier now than I had been before. I wanted Sam badly. Even though it was cheating, I wanted him badly and my body language showed it despite my playful protests which stirred Sam on even more.

"No, please don't," I roleplayed my protest as he prepared to fuck me.

He knew differently, knew how turned on that I was, and knew that I wanted to be fucked hard and fast. He untied my legs, but kept my wrists and ankles tied together with my wrists secured to the headboard. He placed himself inside of me by lifting my legs up over his shoulders and entering my sopping pussy easily. My pussy was still tight, but the wetness inside of me made slipping inside of me easy. He entered me gently at first, which was a good thing because he was a couple of inches bigger than my husband.

"Ohh, you are so big," I said to him. "I can feel you all the way up inside of me."

I continued to make mock protests and struggled to keep him from fucking me. All that did was to turn me on even more and make me wetter and hornier. My protests clearly turned him on, too, as he seemed to get even bigger inside of me. Even though I am very limber, I was suprised at how Sam had pretty much trapped me against my own body. He had my legs over his shoulders with my own knees pinned against my chest on either side of my breasts. With my ankles still tied together, I could barely move. As he fucked me hard and fast with his face mashed right into my wrinkly soles, he suddenly hit my g-spot.

"Oh my God!" I screamed with unbelievable pleasure. "You're right on my g-spot. Oh, God! Oh, God! Oh, God!" I kept yelling out. "What are you doing to me?"

"I'm going to make you cum," he told me as he fucked me.

"No, don't make me cum. I won't. I won't." But then I couldn't help it. The floodgates opened up and I started cumming like I had never cum before. Sam climaxed at the same time, which made my orgasms that much more intense.

Being tied up and forced to cum made my experience with Sam the most sexually intense time of my life. He loved it, too, which was obvious. His condom was full of cum. Full of it!

What really blew my mind away, though, was what Sam did to me afterward. I was both angry at him and elated with him, too. My body was spent, so I was in no position to stop what he did to me next. I have to admit that had I been able to physically stop him at the time, I would have. However, after the experience and my recovery from it, I'm glad that he ended up tickle torturing me the way that he did.

He again turned me over onto my stomach with my wrists still tied together and secured to the bed's frame. He again tied my legs above and below my knees. He also placed a very effective ball gag into my mouth and covered it with a band of thick cloth that was secured around my head. Then he sat on the back of my legs and tickled my soles without mercy. My feet are very ticklish, so I was hardly able to take all of the heavy tickling. I was literally crying from all of the tickling, so much so that I almost passed out. But Sam is a very experienced tickler and knew exactly when to stop.

Afterwards, he took the gag out of my mouth and fucked my soles until he came all over my legs and feet. He started tickling me again, but let up after I promised to let him come over again so that he could stimulate my feet and toes again ... and then some.

I would love to have my husband invite him over officially so that it is his idea to have him over, but I haven't figured out exactly how to do that properly. Hopefully that will happen sooner than later because Sam is a wonderful foot lover, and then some! Hey, it was my husband's idea!