Courtney’s Tickling Husband (Christian’s Playful Torment): An Explicit Erotica Story

I was thrilled to see the immediate change in my husband when he finally got the promotion he’d been working so hard to obtain. It was like the man I met in college was right back in the house! It was exciting and wonderful and romantic.

And it was torment!

Who knew part of getting back to his roots meant Christian would decide to tickle the hell out of me while we were making love?


Warning: This ebook contains very explicit descriptions of sexual activity and includes tickling, oral sex, explicit sex, and more. Only mature adults who won’t find that offensive should read this story.

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From the way he moved, it seemed to Courtney that the promotion had really loosened Christian up. He climbed right on top of her, and she reached for him to kiss him, but he was in a different mood altogether. Instead, he abruptly reached down and poked her ribs. She giggled, and he immediately backed up, grabbed her legs, and lifted them up. She didn’t know what was going on, but she felt a burst of terror at it—involuntary terror. She wasn’t afraid for her life or anything, but when his fingers suddenly grazed the bottom of her foot, she cried out, “Oh, God, no! Stop, stop!”
The laughter in her voice was evident, though, and there was something joyous and wonderful about the way that he was actually being playful and fun. For four years, he’d worked so damn hard, and she’d thought that side of him was lost. On the other hand, what his fingers did over her feet was completely unbearable! He’d never really tickled her before, except for brief moments as they waited in line or when he was trying to get her to stop fighting with him. Now, though, he held onto her ankle and tickled her like it was his job.
She giggled and laughed—“Stop! Stop!”—and she batted at his arms with her hands, but it didn’t matter. He just kept it up, moving from one foot to the other while she writhed and struggled on the bed.
“Jesus, stop! Stop!”
He didn’t listen. He just kept it up. Finally, she was able to wrest herself free from his hold. He fell back on the bed, laughing, and she laughed too, but she pointed at him and said, “You better watch it, Buster!”
He smiled, reached forward, and grabbed her shorts. The next thing she knew, her ankles were pinned together because he’d pulled the shorts down and let them gather there. He spread her knees so that, now, her ankles were joined together as he leaned down and put his mouth on her. She moaned loudly and rested her bound ankles on his back as his tongue began working.