The Good Guys embarked on their next road trip, this time to California. They went five and four on the trip, first losing two of three in San Fransisco, and then winning two of three in both San Diego, and Los Angeles. They returned home about Midnight on a Sunday night, to begin a nine game homestand, that would complete the first part of their full season schedule.
When Mitch got home at Midnight on that Sunday, Naomi was again not home. She had taken in a late movie at the island multiplex with friends, and told Mitch she would not be home until 2am. Mitch lied in bed, reading, waiting for his wife to come home. About 2;15, she entered the bedroom. "So, you ready to fuck?" Mitch said in jest. "I didnt even know you'd be up. Yes, we can if you want to" Naomi replied, kissing him. As she undressed, she headed to the bathroom:" Let me take a quick shower, and then I'm all yours" She said. At that point, Mitch had a request for Naomi that he knew she didnt like, but decided to bring it up anyway:" Come here and give me your feet. I want to smell them" Mitch said. Naomi knew that Mitch had been into foot smelling when they met, and she had done her best to break him of that, by giving him everything else but. He was usually satisfied with that, but, on occasion, would bring it up, which she didnt like. "No, I dont want you to smell my feet. I've had shoes on all night, and they stink. It makes me uncomfortable. When I'm all clean, you can kiss them and suck my toes" Naomi replied. "Aren't you my wife? Aren't you supposed to do what I ask?" Mitch said, testily. "Listen, buster, one more outburst like that, and you are going to get the guest room. Yes, I am your wife, and I do almost everything for you. What you are asking me to do is gross. We've been over this. I don't want you to, and I wont. If you wait five minutes, and stop acting like such a baby, I will be out of the shower, my clean toes will be in your mouth, and I will be laughing hysterically, and fucking you soon after, so please dont back me in to do something that I feel is gross. I want to be clean when my husband plays with me, not have him have his face in my sweaty feet that have been buried in shoes all night." Naomi said, lovingly but forcefully.
Naomi went into the bathroom, and showered, soaping up her feet good. As she did, she felt a sense of anger and despair come over her. She was a most accomodating wife, who almost always catered to her husband's needs. Mitch was apparently acting like a spoiled brat with a bruised ego, and she knew that she just couldnt give him his way with what he wanted, as it was the thing she was most admant about. When Naomi emerged naked from the bathroom, and got into bed, Mitch brought up the subject again. "So, you are my wife, and I am forbidded to smell your feet if I want to?" Mitch said. "Okay, you know what, you are making me really angry. I am lying here naked, preparing to ask you to fuck my brains out, and you are fixated on something that you know I hate. The only way you can smell my feet is if they are clean, as you are worshipping them, during sex. I will not let you do the other thing. It is gross, and it makes me feel very uncomfortable. I am the most accomadating wife. I let you tickle me to death, you worship my feet for long periods of time. I stand barefoot on ladders for you several times a homestand. I should be allowed to say no to one thing that is really gross, without you busting my chops for it. What would you do if I had an ass licking fetish, and wanted you to lick my ass every night? You would think it's disgusting, and you know you would refuse to do it. You would say no, and I would understand, so do me a favor, kiss me, and get inside of me, and fuck me like you are supposed to, and stop acting like a 3 year old baby because I will not give you your way about this gross thing!" Naomi said, forcefully. With that, Mitch felt it best to let the subject drop. He needed sex, tickling, and foot worship, even of clean feet, and he got all of those, as the couple did have a nice evening, in spite of Mitch's complaints.
The next night, after the foot rebellion, the Good Guys opened their homestand, with a game against the Washington Nationals. Kate Hudson was on the hill. Kate was very good that night, striking out eight in seven innings, and departing with the lead. It was a lead the Good Guys would hold on to, in a 3-2 win. Gil Bellows pitched the next night, and he, too, was fine. Gil allowed no runs over six innings, and then got a no decision, as the Good Guys got a three run homer from Ed Burns in the 8th, and pervailed, 3-0. Charlize Theron took the ball on Wednesday night, trying to complete the sweep. It would not happen, as she gave up four runs in the first, and the Good Guys got shut out, 4-0.
Thursday was an off day. After a morning couneseling session, at which the foot smelling request by Mitch was brought up, and dealt with, at Naomi's insistence, the team met at the ballpark for a light workout, and then went to the casino, for gaming, and lunch.
The Phillies entered Paradise on Friday night. Neve Campbell was on the mound. Neve got hit hard, allowing five runs in six innings, as the Good Guys lost, 5-1. The team needed a big effort from Rachel Leigh Cook on Saturday night, and they got one. She allowed one run over eight innings, and tied, 1-1 in the eighth, the Good Guys got four runs. They had to hang on in the ninth, and come away with a 5-3 win. Kate Hudson took the ball on a changable sky, humid, Sunday, in front of a sellout. Kate did not have her A game stuff that day, as she was banged around for four runs. Kate did stay around for eight innings, though, fanning nine Phillies. The Good Guys trailed, 4-2 in the eighth, when Mitch hit a homer with two on. Hilary Duff came away with the save in the ninth, as Kate gained credit for a win in a game she really got roughed up in, in a 5-4 triumph.
The Reds came to town on Monday night, in the last series of the homestand, before the Good Guys went away again. Gil Bellows took the pitching assignment on Monday night. He pitched well, but not well enough, as the Good Guys got no runs, and Bellows got shut out, 2-0. Charlize Theron had the baseball on Tuesday night. She allowed but one run in eight very strong innings, and, this time, the Good Guys got some run support for her, exploding for six runs, to come away with an easy 6-1 win. Neve Campbell took the mound on a hot, hazy, humid Wednesday, in front of just short of a sellout. Neve, after being hammered in her last outing, kept the team in the game, allowing only three solo homers, and nothing else, in six innings. The Good Guys trailed, 3-1 in the seventh, after Neve departed. Then, out of nowhere, they exploded for five seventh inning runs, on two homers, to take the lead. The bullpen did the rest, with Duff saving the game in the ninth, as the team came away, with a 6-3 Good Guys win, that appropriately completed a six and three homestand. Once again, fine play dominated on the field, and, off the field, Mitch was making his own problems, by demanding too much from his ever patient wife. Naomi loved him, but she was very resentful at what he asked her to do.
In the meantime, the team held it's Saturday night tickle party. The featured lee would be a cute brunette who worked in the team's bookstore, and always wore pumps that flopped off her feet. She had never been a tickle subject before, but had agreed to the request from the team, to be a good sport. She stripped to a bra and panties, and was tied hands and feet to the bed, in the middle of the fetish club. Second baseman Russell began the tickle on her neck with fingers, as the brunette squealed, and her head moved from side to side:HEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHE! NO! Moving down, left fielder Dawson was next, tickling the brunette on her underarms, sides, ribs, and belly with fingers, as she shrieked, and squealed some more:HEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHE! OMG THATS TICKLISH! NOOOOOOOO! HEHEHEHEHEHEHEEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHE! Working down, Center Fielder Ed Burns was next, tickling the brunette bookstore manager on her hips, inner thighs, and behind her knees with fingers, causing her legs to buck, and more squeals:HEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHE! ACK NO! HEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHE! Finally, Mitch was the last tickler, tickling the soles of the brunette's soft feet. He attacked her feet with his ten fingers, two feathers, ice, and an electric toothbrush, over her soles and toes. This drove the brunette beserk, she wiggled her toes every which way, and squealed with laughter, begging for mercy:HEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHE! OMG PLEASE NO MORE! I GIVE UP! NO PLEASE NO! HEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHE! Finally, the tickle ended, and the brunette was untied.
The next night, a rather somber Naomi and Mitch drove to the airport, so that Mitch could catch the team flight to Washington. Naomi broke the silence:" You know I love you, American, and that I would do almost anything for you. You just put me on the spot to do something that you know I dont like, and wanted to pressure me into it. People in love respect each other's feelings. Dont think for a minute that I dont still love you, and wont do absolutely anything else for you, but please understand if I tell you I cannot do something, and dont put me on the spot. Have a good trip, and I love you, and hope when you get home next time, that we can have lots of fun" Naomi said. "Okay, I am sorry. I wont ask you to do that again. Yes, I know you do a lot of things for me, and you know I appreciate it. I love you, and next time I will control my desires, and not ask you to do that again" Mitch said, kissing Naomi goodbye, and heading to the plane.
So, it had been a fine homestand on field, and a bit of an issue filled one off field, which had hopefully been settled. Now came a ten day road trip. What would happen next? That answer to come the next time we join the Tickle Team From Paradise Island, at their tropical Paradise in the Bahamas.
The End
When Mitch got home at Midnight on that Sunday, Naomi was again not home. She had taken in a late movie at the island multiplex with friends, and told Mitch she would not be home until 2am. Mitch lied in bed, reading, waiting for his wife to come home. About 2;15, she entered the bedroom. "So, you ready to fuck?" Mitch said in jest. "I didnt even know you'd be up. Yes, we can if you want to" Naomi replied, kissing him. As she undressed, she headed to the bathroom:" Let me take a quick shower, and then I'm all yours" She said. At that point, Mitch had a request for Naomi that he knew she didnt like, but decided to bring it up anyway:" Come here and give me your feet. I want to smell them" Mitch said. Naomi knew that Mitch had been into foot smelling when they met, and she had done her best to break him of that, by giving him everything else but. He was usually satisfied with that, but, on occasion, would bring it up, which she didnt like. "No, I dont want you to smell my feet. I've had shoes on all night, and they stink. It makes me uncomfortable. When I'm all clean, you can kiss them and suck my toes" Naomi replied. "Aren't you my wife? Aren't you supposed to do what I ask?" Mitch said, testily. "Listen, buster, one more outburst like that, and you are going to get the guest room. Yes, I am your wife, and I do almost everything for you. What you are asking me to do is gross. We've been over this. I don't want you to, and I wont. If you wait five minutes, and stop acting like such a baby, I will be out of the shower, my clean toes will be in your mouth, and I will be laughing hysterically, and fucking you soon after, so please dont back me in to do something that I feel is gross. I want to be clean when my husband plays with me, not have him have his face in my sweaty feet that have been buried in shoes all night." Naomi said, lovingly but forcefully.
Naomi went into the bathroom, and showered, soaping up her feet good. As she did, she felt a sense of anger and despair come over her. She was a most accomodating wife, who almost always catered to her husband's needs. Mitch was apparently acting like a spoiled brat with a bruised ego, and she knew that she just couldnt give him his way with what he wanted, as it was the thing she was most admant about. When Naomi emerged naked from the bathroom, and got into bed, Mitch brought up the subject again. "So, you are my wife, and I am forbidded to smell your feet if I want to?" Mitch said. "Okay, you know what, you are making me really angry. I am lying here naked, preparing to ask you to fuck my brains out, and you are fixated on something that you know I hate. The only way you can smell my feet is if they are clean, as you are worshipping them, during sex. I will not let you do the other thing. It is gross, and it makes me feel very uncomfortable. I am the most accomadating wife. I let you tickle me to death, you worship my feet for long periods of time. I stand barefoot on ladders for you several times a homestand. I should be allowed to say no to one thing that is really gross, without you busting my chops for it. What would you do if I had an ass licking fetish, and wanted you to lick my ass every night? You would think it's disgusting, and you know you would refuse to do it. You would say no, and I would understand, so do me a favor, kiss me, and get inside of me, and fuck me like you are supposed to, and stop acting like a 3 year old baby because I will not give you your way about this gross thing!" Naomi said, forcefully. With that, Mitch felt it best to let the subject drop. He needed sex, tickling, and foot worship, even of clean feet, and he got all of those, as the couple did have a nice evening, in spite of Mitch's complaints.
The next night, after the foot rebellion, the Good Guys opened their homestand, with a game against the Washington Nationals. Kate Hudson was on the hill. Kate was very good that night, striking out eight in seven innings, and departing with the lead. It was a lead the Good Guys would hold on to, in a 3-2 win. Gil Bellows pitched the next night, and he, too, was fine. Gil allowed no runs over six innings, and then got a no decision, as the Good Guys got a three run homer from Ed Burns in the 8th, and pervailed, 3-0. Charlize Theron took the ball on Wednesday night, trying to complete the sweep. It would not happen, as she gave up four runs in the first, and the Good Guys got shut out, 4-0.
Thursday was an off day. After a morning couneseling session, at which the foot smelling request by Mitch was brought up, and dealt with, at Naomi's insistence, the team met at the ballpark for a light workout, and then went to the casino, for gaming, and lunch.
The Phillies entered Paradise on Friday night. Neve Campbell was on the mound. Neve got hit hard, allowing five runs in six innings, as the Good Guys lost, 5-1. The team needed a big effort from Rachel Leigh Cook on Saturday night, and they got one. She allowed one run over eight innings, and tied, 1-1 in the eighth, the Good Guys got four runs. They had to hang on in the ninth, and come away with a 5-3 win. Kate Hudson took the ball on a changable sky, humid, Sunday, in front of a sellout. Kate did not have her A game stuff that day, as she was banged around for four runs. Kate did stay around for eight innings, though, fanning nine Phillies. The Good Guys trailed, 4-2 in the eighth, when Mitch hit a homer with two on. Hilary Duff came away with the save in the ninth, as Kate gained credit for a win in a game she really got roughed up in, in a 5-4 triumph.
The Reds came to town on Monday night, in the last series of the homestand, before the Good Guys went away again. Gil Bellows took the pitching assignment on Monday night. He pitched well, but not well enough, as the Good Guys got no runs, and Bellows got shut out, 2-0. Charlize Theron had the baseball on Tuesday night. She allowed but one run in eight very strong innings, and, this time, the Good Guys got some run support for her, exploding for six runs, to come away with an easy 6-1 win. Neve Campbell took the mound on a hot, hazy, humid Wednesday, in front of just short of a sellout. Neve, after being hammered in her last outing, kept the team in the game, allowing only three solo homers, and nothing else, in six innings. The Good Guys trailed, 3-1 in the seventh, after Neve departed. Then, out of nowhere, they exploded for five seventh inning runs, on two homers, to take the lead. The bullpen did the rest, with Duff saving the game in the ninth, as the team came away, with a 6-3 Good Guys win, that appropriately completed a six and three homestand. Once again, fine play dominated on the field, and, off the field, Mitch was making his own problems, by demanding too much from his ever patient wife. Naomi loved him, but she was very resentful at what he asked her to do.
In the meantime, the team held it's Saturday night tickle party. The featured lee would be a cute brunette who worked in the team's bookstore, and always wore pumps that flopped off her feet. She had never been a tickle subject before, but had agreed to the request from the team, to be a good sport. She stripped to a bra and panties, and was tied hands and feet to the bed, in the middle of the fetish club. Second baseman Russell began the tickle on her neck with fingers, as the brunette squealed, and her head moved from side to side:HEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHE! NO! Moving down, left fielder Dawson was next, tickling the brunette on her underarms, sides, ribs, and belly with fingers, as she shrieked, and squealed some more:HEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHE! OMG THATS TICKLISH! NOOOOOOOO! HEHEHEHEHEHEHEEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHE! Working down, Center Fielder Ed Burns was next, tickling the brunette bookstore manager on her hips, inner thighs, and behind her knees with fingers, causing her legs to buck, and more squeals:HEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHE! ACK NO! HEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHE! Finally, Mitch was the last tickler, tickling the soles of the brunette's soft feet. He attacked her feet with his ten fingers, two feathers, ice, and an electric toothbrush, over her soles and toes. This drove the brunette beserk, she wiggled her toes every which way, and squealed with laughter, begging for mercy:HEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHE! OMG PLEASE NO MORE! I GIVE UP! NO PLEASE NO! HEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHE! Finally, the tickle ended, and the brunette was untied.
The next night, a rather somber Naomi and Mitch drove to the airport, so that Mitch could catch the team flight to Washington. Naomi broke the silence:" You know I love you, American, and that I would do almost anything for you. You just put me on the spot to do something that you know I dont like, and wanted to pressure me into it. People in love respect each other's feelings. Dont think for a minute that I dont still love you, and wont do absolutely anything else for you, but please understand if I tell you I cannot do something, and dont put me on the spot. Have a good trip, and I love you, and hope when you get home next time, that we can have lots of fun" Naomi said. "Okay, I am sorry. I wont ask you to do that again. Yes, I know you do a lot of things for me, and you know I appreciate it. I love you, and next time I will control my desires, and not ask you to do that again" Mitch said, kissing Naomi goodbye, and heading to the plane.
So, it had been a fine homestand on field, and a bit of an issue filled one off field, which had hopefully been settled. Now came a ten day road trip. What would happen next? That answer to come the next time we join the Tickle Team From Paradise Island, at their tropical Paradise in the Bahamas.
The End
