friend showed up on our doorstep a few weeks back, came up to help out his family, but can't actually stay with them. DH up hot wives wants fuck and offers him the spare room, and we came home the next day to the back yard mowed, fruit frozen for smoothies, and a somewhat smug looking houseguest when we applauded, and proclaimed him the best houseguest ever. Turns out he's a frustrated chef, and really likes the way my kitchen is set up, so we started collaborating on stuff I never bother with normally (eggs, t-bones on the grill, using the pizza stones for actual pizza gonna have a clambake this weekend if the weather holds ) and my husband got a kick out of the 'kitchen affair' we had going. I habitually poke DH in the ribs when I need to get past him, and did the same to Kid on my way through one night at which point he jumped, and let out something that sounded eerily like a scream and came down with his hands up, before he registered it was me. yes, he's ticklish. and I found that freaking out DH's tough, capable military? was an amazing amount of fun .enough so that I felt compelled to bring it up to DH at bedtime, and like we do with everything, we much beat the subject to death no, we're not going to even discuss opening the relationship back up, yes, he can the appeal, and Kid could certainly do with a bit of stress-relief, so yes, I could what happened, and we spent quite some time hammering out boundaries. over the next few days, I discovered that he is brutally ticklish, and that he has an uncomfortable relationship with it that he's undyingly loyal to my husband, and responded to everything much as DH predicted until I told him, with my nail tips resting along his lats, that he just had to tell me 'never' and I wouldn't any more and ok, maybe I did it in my best voice, like I knew exactly what I was asking, and offering he covered my hand with his, and asked me not to hurt him. the last week or so has been utterly fascinating on a whole bunch of levels.