I wrote back in 2018 and more recently in January of this year about this image above from the great artist, C.A.B.
Here are those links:
https://thelaughtermechanic.wordpress.com/2018/11/27/ritas-coming-out-tickle-party/
Sadly, the artist who drew the above comic is no longer on the Deviant Art website 😦
As a writer, sometimes you read your old stuff and long for a slightly different story line.
Here’s my slight diversion for Rita into the tickle multiverse.
Rita And Ron (version 2)
“Oh, Stan! Isn’t this fabulous?! I think this tickling thing will REALLY spice up our sex life together!”
“Oh, Rita. We’re in our 50s, dear. Let’s keep our expectations in check. I don’t think any one thing can do that.”
“C’mon, Stan! Let’s just give it a shot, ok?! I was vulnerable with you about how much getting tickled turns me on. Don’t you at least want to TRY it tonight with me all cuffed to the bed…you getting to have your way with me with ALL these feathers?! Oh, God, Stan, I’m getting so hot and bothered just thinking about it!”
“Look, honey, I’ve got a REALLY big day at work tomorrow. I actually REALLY need to get to bed early tonight. Tell you what though…why don’t you ask our friend, Ron, down the street to come over and tickle you for a little while? As long as it’s just tickling I think I’m ok with it. As long as you don’t get too crazy, maybe HE can satisfy your ticklish desires until I can destress from my work?! Really sorry honey, I know it took a lot for you to come out to me with this tickle thing of yours, and I really respect you for it, but I’m just buried right now and wouldn’t be a good partner for you tonight. Ron seems harmless and this tickle thing seems harmless too. What do you say?”
“Oh, Stan, that’s the most loving thing I think anyone’s ever said or done for me! Are you serious?! You’re OK if I ask Ron over for a little tickle play time tonight?! Seriously?!”
Rita was beside herself with excitement. Ron was incredibly handsome to Rita, and he always had this fun air about him. And he was always stealing glances at her feet and complementing how cute her toes looked after pedicures. She tingled between her legs when she was in a room with him.
“I’m totally OK with it. Again, don’t get too crazy, Ok? I’ve got to be up pretty early in the morning, but I’ll have my earbuds. They’re not 100% guaranteed to block out all sound, but they’re pretty darn good. Have fun! You deserve it!”
“Oh, Stan! You’re the sweetest! Thank you!!! Thank you!!!”
And with that Rita proceeded to set up her much anticipated tickle playdate with her single neighbor friend, Ron.
Ron had never married. He was a bit of an anomaly in the neighborhood as he looked like your average dude, maybe early 40s (?) married with kids, holding down the steady job in town, but he was everything but average. Ron was a multi millionaire from real estate investments he made in 2009 and 2010 that allowed him to retire from his day job as a salesman. He never could commit to any one woman as he loved being with SO many women. He always told women that he dated that he was just in it for the pure fun of it. No relationship outside of just enjoying each others’ company and possibly each others’ bodies later. Most women he dated were very thankful for that upfront conversation, and most women were perfectly fine just having conversations over dinner that led to sex and other things.
Ron’s other things were things that Rita suspected were in alignment with HER other things.
She couldn’t believe her luck that her own husband was giving her permission to engage in these other things with Ron.
“Oh, this is going to be SO much fun!” Rita thought as she rang his cell phone.
“Hi, Rita! How are you?!”
“Hi Ron! Did I catch you at a bad time?”
“Oh, no, perfect time. Just watching a baseball game. Giants are getting killed though. What are you gonna do?!” Ron laughed that lovely, fun laugh that Rita just adored.
“Well, you’re not going to believe this, but Stan asked me to ask you if you might want to come over tonight for a little play date.”
“A play date?! Interesting. What kind of play are we talking about. Is it what I’m thinking you’re talking about?!”
“Yes! Yes, it is! I ordered the cuffs and feathers and bondo like you asked me to. And just as you predicted he said he wouldn’t be into it. And he asked me to ask you to tickle me!!! Oh, Ron, you’re a genius! An absolute genius!”
“Well, Rita, let’s just say this isn’t my 1st rodeo. Had a lot of life lessons in this arena if you will.” Ron laughed again heartily which made Rita pleasurably weak between her legs.
“Well, hopefully after tonight I can be one of your best rodeos?! Could you make it over to our place tonight?!”
“Sure! What time?! And is Stan actually going to be there?”
“Let’s plan for 8:00pm. He will be, but he’s got a big presentation tomorrow and will have his earbuds in and in another part of the house entirely, listening to his ambient music to help him sleep. I doubt he’ll hear a peep from us.”
“Fair enough! 8pm it is! I’ll see you soon! Bye, Rita!”
“See you soon! Bye, Ron!”
The eight o’clock hour arrived and Ron was punctual.
Stan went to the guest bedroom on the other side of the house to work. His earbuds were already playing ambient sleep music as he walked over there after greeting Ron and welcoming him into their home. Stan would never even hear another sound from his wife or Ron that evening. With the ear buds functioning quite well. Stan would not be privy to all the consensual lasciviousness that was about to occur under his own paid for roof with his wife Rita laughing her head off and moaning with pleasure as Ron had his ticklish way with his wife’s feet and other ticklish parts of her body.
While Rita wasn’t a skinny, tall Parisian model look a like, Ron really appreciated Rita’s beautiful curves and the way she cared for her drop dead gorgeous feet. And oh did she have some amazingly beautiful bare feet! Ron just loved how her size 8s looked in heels and resting comfortably on hers and Stan’s coffee-table. He’d seen her kick off her shoes at barbecues that she and Stan had hosted. Ron ALWAYS made it a point to tell Rita how beautiful her feet were and how much the world was missing out with her not being a foot model. Rita, drank up Ron’s foot complements like multiple mojitos prepared just for her on a hot July summer day.
And Rita had an amazing personality and laugh.
Her curves, her feet, her personality, and that fun laugh were all just SO sexy to Ron.
“Rita, you look exceptionally beautiful tonight, my dear! I love your toenail color you chose. Bright pink. I’ve never seen that color on you but you wear it well. Maybe a good foreshadowing of how tickled pink you’ll be by the end of tonight?!” he laughed heartily.
She in return.
She drank in all of Ron’s complementary style and substance, and her womanhood reflected all of that imbibing. Had Ron wanted to plunge his manhood into Rita at that moment without all the ticklish foreplay, he most certainly could have. Rita’s vaginal walls were as inviting and slippery and dripping wet as a warm bar of soap in a hot shower.
Ron would waste no time as he gently laid Rita down on her bed and cuffed her wrists and ankles to the head and baseboards.
He began lightly tickling her in between all of her beautiful toes and along the tops and bottoms of her soft bare soles.
He’d move up her long legs and to her breasts after a while, and then work his way with the feathers in between her thighs.
And yes, finally, things would get a little naughty after midnight with Ron running feathers all around Rita’s sex watching it pulse with desire as he did so.
Rita was SO turned on and in such a fit of laughter as the clock struck midnight that she begged Ron to plunge his manhood into her ‘right this instant, young man!’ and satisfy her deep, carnal cravings.
He smiled and unzipped his semen stained pants to reveal a lovely, large, fully erect manhood to her.
She thought this was the moment, but again he teased her.
Instead of inserting his sex into hers, he lowered his face between her legs and began to lightly run his tongue all around her smooth vulva and labia.
The pleasures were beyond exquisite.
She gushed forth more salty love juices for him to lap up. And lap he did. Over and over and over again.
And while he lapped, Ron would keep touching and rubbing and tickling Rita’s bare soles and toes with his hands and fingers and feathers.
The combination of his tongue tickling around her vagina and plunging inside her sacred temple as well, and all the laughter she felt while he tickled her feet, sent her into a pleasure spasm the likes of which she wasn’t quite prepared for.
As he kept plunging his tongue into her like a phallus, and hearing her breathing get faster and more moaning with pleasure, he began to suck on her big and second toe and tickle lick (lickle) them.
This combination proved the over the top maneuver for Ron on Rita and she began a full on squirting orgasm that lasted a 3 minutes and 40 seconds. Yes, Ron timed it.
Ron would let her rest for a moment and then he would plunge his aching manhood into her and lick her toes while he pounded her over and over and over again. She erupted into a screaming orgasm that almost penetrated her husband’s earbuds on the other side of the house. The female copulatory vocalizations did reach over to the next house over. A lonely housewife reading an erotic novel got just the catalyst she needed to edge her into a similar situation, albeit not quite as rapturous as where Rita lay.
The pure hedonism between Ron and Rita went on for hours and hours before they both noticed the sunlight coming thru their window.
“Oh, Shit! Ron, Stan’ll be up soon!” Rita called out to her beautiful, naked, groggy, lying on his side, companion. Rita was also equally beautiful, naked, groggy, and sleepy lying on her side, but, due to the immediate circumstance, was slightly more motivated to change her current sluggish status.
Ron hastily dressed and slipped out the back door right before Stan awoke from his earbud induced sleep coma.
Rita was able to stealthily head downstairs and make a quick egg scramble with toast and prepare a carafe of hot coffee for her husband before he had to leave for work and give his presentation.
“How was it? Ron tickle you pink? You both were so quiet last night. I didn’t even hear one peep from you two!”
“Technology, Dear. Technology. Those earbuds must really live up to their noise cancelling function. Ron drove me crazy with those feathers. He had me cuffed to our bed all night and running them all over my feet and legs. You know how ticklish my feet are! Oh my God, it was exhilarating!”
“I’m so glad you guys had a good time. I’ll be late tonight. After my presentation, the boss wants to take everyone out for drinks. Don’t wait up. If Ron wants to come back and tickle you pink some more, please feel free. Again, I want you to enjoy yourself and Ron seems like a good guy.”
“Oh, he is, honey. He’s very good! And thank you. I may take you up on that offer. While my stomach muscles are a bit sore from all the laughing I did last night, I could probably stand a little more. Thanks again, Honey. I hope your presentation goes well. You’ll do great! I’ll see you later this evening.”
And with that, Stan headed out the door.
Just as he was about to enter his car, the lonely woman next door came out to who water her plants. She was barefoot and in her nightgown, and gave Stan a big, sightly unusual smile.
“Good morning, Stan. You and the Mrs. were quite loud last night, I must say. Have fun?! Sure sounded like it.”
“Oh, Rachel, I’m so sorry. Hope we weren’t too, too loud.” Stan desperately searched his mind’s databanks for a lie remotely good to help get him thru the next moment with his neighbor.
He continued, “Yeah, my wife loves this really funny movie, and we watched it together last night.”
“That must have been a long movie! I heard you guys going all the way through the night and into the wee hours of the morning, my dear, Stan. All I can say is, ‘Wow!’ You sure have the stamina of a marathoner there, Mr. Stan! If the Mrs. ever kicks you to the curve, I hope you’ll consider this an open invitation to my bedroom. Hope I’m not being too forward, but what you did to your wife last night sounded like an epic lovemaking event! Congratulations! Happy wife, happy life, aye?!” Rachel laughed.
It was at this moment that he knew that his wife had done way more than just a tickle play date with Ron. Things had gotten heavy fast apparently.
“What to do?” Stan thought hard. went racing in a completely different direction with Rachel’s comments.
“What exactly happened last night?!”
“Was it more than tickling?!”
“Did Ron have sex with my wife last night in my own bed?”
“Did I enable this whole process to happen by being so preoccupied with my work?!”
All of these questions rushed in and crowded out all the other information stored readily and neatly inside Stan’s brain. At the opportune moment, Stan was, a moment before Rachel’s comments, quite ready for delivering fact after fact after glorious fact to an audience of his team members and during their presentation today.
Stan tried desperately to compartmentalize the information he’d been given, store it away for later, and focus on the task at hand…getting thru his presentation.
Alas though, Stan’s mind would not let Rachel’s misplaced wide eyed assessment of his sexual stamina last night go. On the one hand he was turned on as Rachel was a stunning, middle aged single woman living right next door to him. He’d secretly fantasized about having sex with her multiple times during his lovemaking with Rita.
But at the moment, him needing to get to work soon, and the realization that Rita may have been up all night with this guy, Ron, getting penis pleasured by him rather than tickle pleasured or maybe both, sent his mind spiraling in a dark direction.
“I counted, Stan. Eight times you brought a woman to orgasm. Eight! Incidentally, make that sixteen! Because each time the sound of you two carrying on carried over my way, I orgasmed too. God, it was so hot listening to you two! You should get a room!” Rachel teased.
She continued, “And you should keep your windows open like that ALL the time when you two make love!”
Knowing he had to go, Stan hastily smiled an awkward smile at Rachel and said goodby to her.
Rita watched the whole scene unfold from the kitchen window and made plans for what to do next.
The End
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TLM
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