Tickle Fun with Amy

Amy was walking down the contender’s hall, heading for the locker rooms.  She still hadn’t been able to take her eyes off of the gold medal she had just won in the swimming event.  When suddenly, she stopped and saw something that did take her eyes off her medal.  There standing before her was I, her husband.  Amy immediately cried out with joy and ran right towards me.  I picked her up and held her in my arms as she threw hers around me.
“I knew you could do it!” I told her as I her hugged her.
Amy looked up at me and said, “I don’t think I could’ve done it if you hadn’t been there for me!”
And with that, our lips met.  I knelt to the floor as I hugged and kissed my beautiful pink little hedgehog.
“I think this calls for a celebration,” I suggested after our kiss.
“And I think I know what it might be!” she said.
We gave each other a little wink, and then continued down the corridor hand in hand.

A short while later we were back at home and Amy’s medal had put on special display.  Amy was still in her Olympic swimming outfit.  She had received her usual dress and boots from the locker room but never changed into them.  The two of us had other plans for our ‘celebration’ that involved her keeping her bathing costume on.
Amy was standing in the centre of the lounge room with her left foot in front of the other.  And I was kneeling beside her foot with my feather tickler in hand.  This was our part of our favourite game to play, which was our idea for our ‘celebration’.
“One good victory deserves a good tickle, don’t you think?” I said to Amy, before tickling her with the feather tickler at her neck.  Amy giggled aloud.
I then went on to tickle her on the knee, beneath the arm and at the ankle.  Every time she’d giggle aloud like the first.
“Now I think is the perfect time for the grand finale, or what you and I would call ‘Tickling Toes!’” I said.
And with that, with my free hand I reached down to Amy’s foot and slipped off her swim shoe, revealing a cute, little pink toes.
“Hello again, toes!” I said, admiring my wife’s beautiful toes.  She even gave them a little wiggle for me.
“Hope they’re ready for a good tickle,” I said to Amy.  “But before that…”
I put down my feather tickler, and picked up a small tub of massage lotion and applied a small amount to my fingers.  I then rubbed my right hand along the edge of Amy’s toes, and then rubbed down just where the toes meet the foot with my left.
“Now I believe they’re ready for tickling!” I said, picking up my feather tickler.
I then began to tickle Amy’s toes like crazy, and at the same time Amy was laughing like crazy as well.  Her shoulders were shacking and eyes were squeezed shut as she raised her head as she laughed out loud.

About a minute later, I stopped tickling to let Amy catch her breath.  Amy bent down to rub her recently tickled toes.
“You okay, honey?” I asked, placing a hand on her shoulder.
Amy looked up and put my face in her hands.
“I’m better than okay, darling,” she replied, and kissed me.
She then made her way over to an armchair and sat down.
“In fact, I’m still itching for more,” she told me.
She then took off her other shoe and then raised her foot by crossing her leg at the knee.
“How about tickling my other foot all over, like you did that time on our honeymoon,” she suggested, and wiggled the toes of her raised foot.
I was itching for more as much as Amy was as that moment.  So without delay, a picked up my feather tickler, knelt beside Amy’s raised foot and began to tickle it all over like crazy.  Amy immediately began laughing out loud with her eyes squeezed shut, the toes of her raised foot wiggling while being tickled, and the toes of other foot taping on the floor.

About another minute later I stopped tickling.  Amy just dropped her foot to the floor and sat there as if she’d collapsed from exhaustion.  Just as I put a hand on her shoulder, she immediately got up and threw her arms around me.
“Well I think that’s enough fun for one day,” I told her.
“I agree.  Let’s go settle for a good night sleep,” Amy suggested.
With that, I lifted Amy in my arms (much to her surprise) and carried her to our room, where we got changed into our pyjamas.  Just as Amy began to climb into bed, I asked her once more for her feet.  I gave each foot a kiss on top, as well as a light peck on each of her toes.  I then climbed into bed with her and turned out the light.  And, once we said “good night” to each other, we snuggled up together and fell asleep.