TICKLED KINK (A BONER BOOK)

My sadistic tickling neighbor Hal Written by: Matt I have lived in an upscale neighborhood on the outskirts of Dallas for about a year – a transplant from Hurricane Katrina; my wife and I found a nice town and good jobs to help rebuild our lives. One late August afternoon I was in my upstairs bedroom folding some clothes when I heard a raucous laughter coming from our next door neighbor’s house. I peered out the window and noticed my neighbor Hal holding his pretty wife’s feet in a headlock as they sat by the pool and he seemed to be giving her a nice foot tickling while she laughed and yelled at him to stop. She was obviously ticklish, but in the same breath, not really enjoying it. After a few minutes he released her feet, and she got up very angry and stormed into the house. I found myself very aroused by the whole scene since I have been a closet lover of tickling for years… I noticed Hal stroking himself through his trunks as he sat by the pool and wondered if he too shared my love of tickling. The following weekend we were supposed to join a couple of other neighbors for a cookout at Hal’s and thought it would be a dream come true if I could get Hal to somehow tickle my wife like that… Even for a few minutes. I fantasized as I stroked myself and let my mind play out several scenarios. My wife though is not into tickling and several times I have gone over the limit with tickling her and she has gotten very angry with me…so I know any tickling would be by luck…but I promised myself to somehow bring up the subject with Hal next weekend. All week long I figured I could get the conversation steered toward tickling by just bringing up the episode I witnessed last weekend with Hal. Hal is forty-six years old, six feet one, and two hundred pounds and solidly built with just a hint of gray in his hair. I have seen him working out most days in his home gym. I’m thirty-eight years old, six feet tall, one hundred and eightyfive pounds and athletic but have only played golf as my exercise the past few years. We went to Hal’s around one PM on Saturday and as luck would have it, Hal and I were the only men at the party, the other two neighbor’s husbands were either working or out of town. So with five women and just Hal and I, it seemed like a good chance to bring up my favorite subject with Hal. After an hour of small talk and some good food and beer the women were in their own conversations and Hal suggested we go to his..