The above drawing was recently seen on MTJ Publishing’s Deviant Art website at:
https://www.deviantart.com/search?q=Ticklish+bombshells
Thanks Bandito and Josh Flynn for an amazing art piece!
Here’s my backstory/front-story.
Your coworker, Sam, has a thing for your drop dead gorgeous wife, Elena, and, fortunately or unfortunately, Elena for Sam.
Your marriage has been on the rocks for years.
You both are looking for ways to ‘spice things up”.
During a late night confessional, Elena suggests that Sam could come over to the house and watch her clean in her high heels. You can stay in the other room and listen in as Sam ‘gets her in the mood’. No other details forthcoming from Elena except that seeing her house cleaning in heels really turns Sam on. And seeing Sam turned on, well…it turns her on.
Fair enough you surmise.
Elena offers that once things are ‘hot and heavy’ with them, you can pop out from the other room, and you and Sam can have your ‘threesome way’ with her.
Deal?!
As the sub that you are to your dominant, sexy wife, you accept.
Sam’s over the next day.
Elena’s dressed up in heels and vacuuming.
You set up shop in your office.
All you can hear for many minutes is the whirring of your 2002 joint purchased home appliance.
You feel your heart matching those racing hertz cycles on that sucking machine that’s just beyond your home office door.
Suddenly there’s that laughter that wafts in from beneath the door and through the walls that you know is from your wife. And it’s laughter that can only come from someone (Sam!) putting his meddling hands all over your wife’s body and tickling her to his and her delight.
“What’s he doing?!” you mutter to yourself.
“Is she already barefoot? Did he take off her heels or did she kick them off? Is he tickling her feet, or her perky ample breasts? Is she really letting him fondle her breasts already?! Is she really already topless in front of him?! Has he already planted his face in between her gorgeous smooth legs for days?!” again all mutterings.
“Oh God! This is going to be hard!”
YOU are hard! You are VERY hard! Blood rush-eth in to your manly areas in ways you didn’t think possible outside of a Viagra pill.
“Holy Shit! It still works!” you say out loud to yourself in amazement.
You are certain that, if called upon, your sex sheath could pleasure any woman any where on this lovely planet for any length of time, especially your hot wife of many, many years, 21 to be exact.
The vacuuming stops and now her laughter is deafening throughout the house.
You’re going to lose your mind not being able to see what he’s doing to your wife to get her to laugh like that.
It’s not a shrieking laugh. No, this is a laugh mixed in with moaning that says ‘This feels so good! I love this! I want more! Make me laugh more! Tickle me more!”
“How come you couldn’t provide this laughter filled afternoon for your wife?”
“How come Sam gets to? What makes him so special?” your subconscious rages.
“You’re as good-looking as he is.”
“What does she see in him?” more raging subconscious thoughts arise.
Many more minutes pass and the laughter is now lessened, but Elena’s moaning has picked up quite a bit.
“Oh, Sam!” and “God, Sam! You’re driving me insane with your tongue down there!” comments gush in from the other room.
You know that you are close to wanting to leave the planet at this point and forget you’d ever laid eyes on this sexy, insatiably horny woman that you said “I do” to in Vegas many moons ago.
“Oh, Sam! I’m coming! I’m coming! Oh, Sam! Oh, Sam! Oh, Sam! What are you doing to me?! Oh my God! I’m coming!!!”
Those words hit you like forty 40’ tall brick walls collapsing at once.
Sam’s apparently been able to do something you haven’t been able to do in 10 years, make your wife come.
Either Sam’s tongue or his own sex sheath has apparently hit your wife’s womanhood with the same velocity and force of those brick walls.
Sam apparently has done something else too.
Something you’ve NEVER been able to do to your wife.
You hear a faint squirting sound coming from beyond the drywall that separates you from your wife and her new lover.
“It can’t be! It just can’t be!” you mull inside.
“Is she squirting?! Did he make her SQUIRT?!”
“Oh, Sam! I hope I didn’t squirt you in your face! I’ve never squirted before! My husband tried so many times over the years to get me to squirt, but YOU, you make me gush out all this sexiness in 10 minutes! God! I had no idea it felt THAT good!!! Oh my God! It’s incredible! I’m still coming! I think I’m going to squirt again! Oh God! Oh God! Oh God!!!”
All you hear is Sam mumbling the word, “Mmmmmm” and “Come to me, Baby! Let me drink you up!”…
and the kicker…
“I could drink you all day, Elena!”
More moaning.
“Oh, Sam! Tell me you could drink me all day again! Say it to me again!”
“I could drink you all day, Elena!”
“Oh, God! Oh, Sam! Oh God! One more time!”
“I could drink you all day, my Goddess!”
“Oh, Sam, I’m coming! I’m coming again!!! Oh God! I’m squirting again!!! What are you doing to me?!! Oh my God!!!”
What has just happened?!
How did you agree to such a scolding cuckholding with your wife?!
Will you recover?!
You will.
You open the door and your erect manhood is shimmering in the afternoon light to both parties. Sam demures.
Your wife doesn’t.
She looks on at you with desirous eyes, and welcomes you to the twosome, now threesome.
Sam drops to the end of the couch where Elena’s bare feet dangle off the edge and he begins to suck all of her toes.
You straddle your wife on the couch, and she welcomes you inside her.
The three of you work together through the night to bring your beautiful wife to orgasmic heights unseen.
Elena’s orgasms and ticklish laughter fill your home for hours and hours, over and over and over again.
You wish you could record it all and play it back later.
‘Spiced up’ is the understatement of both yours and your wife’s rebooted sex life.
You, Sam, and Elena have started a beautiful erotic house cleaning tradition.
The End.
Thanks as always for stopping by,
TLM
The Laughter Mechanic 