That (Part 1) was a few months ago.  They’ve had many more dates and he always treated her well especially in bed.  But bed was not the sole basis for their relationship.  They enjoyed each other’s company.  They shared a similar sense of humor.  And found support from each other in the various trials of their daily life.

But the sex was changing.  Slowly, gradually.  He suggested that she get more in touch with her wantonness.  At first she didn’t know what he meant, but there was no question that sex was more in her thoughts than ever before.  She wanted it, looked forward to it, and even fantasized about it in ways she never did before.  She found his imagination stimulating in a way that he got her thinking about things she had never thought of doing.  And he didn’t just do it; he planted the seed, made her think about it first, imagining how it would eventually be.  He made her desire sex, want it, in ways she never had before.

He told her that she needed to get more in touch with her sexual side and suggested that she let him tie her up.  The first time they simply pretended that she was tied up and he played with her.  She was instructed not to move or touch him.  She found it quite exciting.  Any responsibility that she might have had for satisfying him was removed.  He told her to just enjoy herself and not worry about his satisfaction.  After all, she was supposed to be tied up.  He seemed to enjoy himself.  He got off on her excitement.  So she agreed to being actually tied up.  She did after all trust him by now.

They began with a shower and she was as active in the washing and caressing as he was.  It was something they had done a few times before and both enjoyed the slippery suds rubbing all the parts of their bodies.  After they toweled each other off, he brought her into the bedroom and told her to lie on the bed on her stomach.  He lit a candle and turned off the lights.  The straps were already connected to the four corners of the bed.  He fastened two inch wide velcroed cuffs around her wrists and ankles.  The cuffs had a number of small leather circles attached to them.  Once the cuffs were in place he pulled the straps through the circles in her ankle cuffs and pulled the straps tight around the bedposts.  This opened her legs wide but not so much that it was uncomfortable.  He then fastened her wrists and stretched these straps.  She couldn’t move (maybe wiggle a little) but wasn’t being stretched.

He straddled her and softly ran his fingertips over her back.  He followed that by dipping his head and letting his loose hair fall on her back.  His straight hair just cleaned and dried felt soft and furry.  He moved his hair around her back.  She liked the soft flowing sensation.  He then moved it down to her butt and tickled her moving around it and into her crack.  She clenched her butt cheeks without thinking about it – kind of a reflex.  He turned his face up and began to kiss her behind, around the curve of her cheeks and eventually in her crack.  His hands each rested on one of her still supple buns.  He pushed on them and then pulled them open.  His warm breath floated across her tight little brown opening.  Licking it, then blowing a breath across it, she could feel each drop evaporate.

He then left her for a second and returned with massage oil and began to massage her.  He had done this before and she liked it.  This time he was gentler than normal and moved across her body with his hands slowly.  He began at her neck and moved to her shoulders and arms, then her back.  After finishing her lower back, he turned around and worked on her legs.  The openness of her legs from the straps allowed him to use both hands and surround each leg as he did them one at a time.  Then he repositioned himself and liberally using the oil spread his hands over her behind.  He rocked her hips slightly and she wondered if he knew it caused friction on her clit as it rubbed on the taut sheet beneath her.  His hands also found their way between her cheeks and slowly moved across her hole.  God, she liked that!

It was time to turn over and he came up with four more straps.  He crossed them over from the opposite bedpost and wrapped up her arms and legs again, before removing the first ties.  Was this really necessary, she thought?  It seemed a bit extreme to her.  She certainly wasn’t objecting to the massage.  After removing the original ties, there was enough slack for her to obey his order to turn over and as soon as she did, he tightened up the straps again opening her legs wide.  She realized that if she had wanted to object or stop, she wouldn’t be able to do so, on her own.  For a second it made her wonder what else he had in mind that such control was necessary.

She realized that he seemed to be a master at this and knew exactly how to manipulate and change the straps to keep her completely in his control at all times.  She didn’t think that was so bad, so far.  All she felt from being tied up was this strange sense of freedom.  The irony of it didn’t escape her.  He could do with her as he pleased and she would just revel in the sensations, the feelings that he treated her to.  She didn’t have to worry about satisfying him or being fair or balanced in her giving and taking.  Being tied up; helpless to do anything, relieved her of any responsibility for his pleasure.  It was all about her.  Once in a while this serenity was interrupted with a thought of what he could do to her if he was mean or what intentions he might have that she would not want to comply with.

He left her on the bed for a second and returned with a small bag.  From it he took one of the blindfolds that they pass out on overnight airplane flights and he placed it over her head and eyes.  He left the room and left her to wonder what was next.  She was a little uncomfortable but reminded herself that she trusted him and that he had promised there would be no pain involved.  When he returned he began to massage her front.  Spreading the oil on her neck and working his way down.  He used two hands on her breasts and worked them with lots of oil like one might work a lump of clay on a spinning wheel.  He massaged her stomach and then as on her back, he turned around and began massaging her legs.  As he straddled her, she could feel his hard naked erection on her stomach. 

When he finished with her legs, he took the bottle of oil and let it drip onto her pussy.  It seemed like he poured a lot on to her and he began massaging it in.  Again his strokes were slow and smooth.  Both hands on the outer side of her pussy rubbing the place where her legs meet her torso.  Then using one hand over her mound he went particularly slowly, not obviously trying to be sexual.  Lots of oil and a slow stroke, though, began to get her juices flowing.  He moved his hips back a bit and pressed his hard cock between her breasts rubbing slowly in the slippery oil.  He stopped rubbing with his palm and began to run one finger along her oily slit.  He playfully ran a few quick circles around her clit and she realized that she would quickly come to a climax.  As her breathing increased, he slowed his movement and left the area of her clit.  She wanted him to touch her more.  She was ready.  He returned to her clit and began flicking his fingertip quickly under it.  Ooohh, she was going to come.  And he stopped again.  He was deliberately teasing her.

But it was too late for her and she had an orgasm but without his stimulation.  It was perhaps the smallest, least exciting orgasm she ever had.  A tiny spurt of an orgasm, no waves, no lapse into sexual unconsciousness.  She didn’t really enjoy it.  And it seemed to her like he was deliberately stopping when he knew she was ready.  She was confused.  She tried to move – to roll over but the restraints, which she had momentarily forgotten about, wouldn’t let her.  She told him she wanted to get out of the straps but he told her not yet.  Not nearly yet, in fact. 

He left her tied up while he left the bed and had a cigarette.  She didn’t realize when he finished but suddenly she felt his face gently slide between her legs.  It’s too late now, she thought, I just had an orgasm.  But he snuggled his face in between her opened legs and began to lick at the oil around her pussy.  Soon he was licking her slit and wafting his tongue over her clitoris.  After a few minutes of contact with her clit, she could feel herself getting warm and wet again.  His tongue began to move around her clit in the steady rhythmic way that she liked.  It surprised her how quickly she was getting excited the second time.  Much quicker than normally.  And it felt very nice as he worked her over.  Intense.  He stopped the steady motion and began to kiss her vaginal lips in slow succulent movements.  It was almost calming and felt good.  He moved down to the bottom of her slit and pushed his tongue inside her, more than a few times.

He moved away and she felt new straps being placed under her knees.  The straps on her ankles were loosened and the new straps tightened, causing her legs to be pulled toward the headboard, above her.  It left her pussy open and pointing itself to the world.  Even though she couldn’t see herself with the blindfold on, it made her feel whore-ish, slutty and dirty.

He replaced his face in her pussy, kissing it like he would her face, moving around to different places on the pussy platter in front of him.  He then worked his way lower and found her back hole.  She was embarrassed to have her pussy on display like this and when he breathed his warm breath over her asshole, she was completely mortified.  But it did feel good.  She had never had so much attention paid to her genital area and he was finding sensitivities that she didn’t know she had.  Somehow having him play with her asshole no matter how good it felt seemed wrong.  She told him to stop.  She said no, not that – in a soft unconfident voice and he ignored her.  There was still oil over her butt and he rubbed his finger down and in her crack while he blew hot breath and quick licks from his tongue.

His finger inserted itself slowly into her ass.  Very slowly, with a back and forth movement.  Each time increasing the depth he penetrated ever so slightly.  Her anus was relaxing to his touch and seemed to be wide open to his probing.  He was moving deep within her now and working his finger in a circle like he was trying to widen her opening and it seemed to be working.  He stopped and she heard him fumble in his bag and then put a larger object at the entrance to her hole.  She instinctively clenched her anus, which was difficult to do in this position.  Yet the object slid in easily with a little extra lubrication he had put on it.  Its shape was such that when it was inserted her anus closed around the end of it and held it in.  It felt locked into place so that it wouldn’t go any deeper and wouldn’t come out.

It felt odd to her at first and he moved the part the stuck out side to side causing the part inside to move an even greater distance inside of her.  He licked her pussy again and moved the butt plug around eventually working his tongue up to her clit for a few quick licks.  He avoided his usual consistent rhythm around her clit and just continued to tease her.

Again into his bag and he took out a very small bottle of a special oil – a peppermint oil.  He put it on his finger and applied it to each of her nipples.  The oil was hot.  Or felt hot causing her a burning sensation on the delicate tips of each breast.  They hardened to resist the burn.  Or was it cold?  Could it be ice?  Whatever, it certainly made her nipples feel like someone was constantly touching them and she alternated between thinking there was a candle on them to an ice cube.

He then released the straps on her knees one at a time and returned her legs to her original position, tightening those straps to spread her legs apart.  It felt good to her to have the stress of the stretching of her legs above her head ended.  And as each leg relaxed the plug seemed to get larger in her ass or so it seemed from the new angle.  Laying on her backside it seemed to penetrate deeper.  She heard him fumble in his bag again and he placed his hand over her mound.  A vibrating sound broke the silence and the hand on her mound started to vibrate slightly.  He apparently was pressing the vibrator onto the top of his hand.  Or maybe it was one of those vibrators designed to vibrate the hand.  Some slight remnants of the peppermint oil were still on his fingers and were being transferred to various places in between her legs and inside her lips.

His hand vibrated in between her legs and he moved it up and down the crevice between her legs.  After doing this for a few minutes, he lifted her ass with one hand and put his vibrating hand against the bottom of her ass.  He had her ass lifted up off the bed and pushing back on his vibrating hand.  She could feel his hand sending its vibrations into the butt plug in her ass.  A wave came over her from hip to the top of her legs.  A wave that relaxed every internal muscle she had.  She imagined that it was like having an enema and a douche at the same time. 

He placed a pillow under her ass, removed his vibrating hand. He began using just his vibrating fingers – poking and prodding her crevices.  Then he reached for the part of the butt plug that was sticking out and rolled it slowly in a circle.  She could feel the circular motion the most at its deepest penetration but her relaxed muscles enjoyed it. 

When he finished, he removed the straps and turned her over telling her to get on her knees and put her hands down by her sides.  He then strapped her wrists to her ankles and pushed her legs apart a bit.  Again she felt slutty.  Her face was lying on the pillow and her ass was in the air, spread open with some sort of a rod sticking out of it.  It was a bit humiliating but warmed her pussy in a strange way.  He got on the bed behind her and began playing with the plug again.  His circular motions coincided with a slow withdrawal of the plug and she could feel it circulating through each ring of her inner passage. 

As soon as he removed it, he lubricated his cock and slowly slid it into her ass.  She had never had anyone fuck her up the ass before.  She had always thought that ass fucking was something just done by gay men and sodomists, not good people.  The experience was definitely different and she didn’t have the concentration to stop him.  She wondered if he would stop even if she asked.  He moved in and out very very slowly and she could feel her muscles tightening a bit around it.  As he began to speed up her muscles tired of tightening and she gave into his thrusts.  Her nipples were still burning from the oil.  Her wrists still locked to her ankles.

A wave of submissiveness came over her.  “Use me,” she thought, her voice actually began saying. “Ow” softly each time he entered.  He was pounding away at her now, going deeper into her forbidden hole.  He grabbed a fistful of her hair with one hand which reminded her of her subservient place in this lovemaking.  His other hand reached under her waist and played with her oily clit.  The restraints locked her into her position even as he pounded harder.  His hips were slapping against her ass.  Her g-spot was being affected somehow and there was this overwhelming sense of sluttiness that came over her.  She was such a shy girl grown into a woman. She had never talked about anal sex, never done it, hardly ever thought about it.  Now she was fully enjoying this pounding in her rear, feeling used, abused.  Giving in to her worst wanton feelings.  Her mind told her she shouldn’t like this but her body had given in.  She was being submissive to the temptations of Satan and that made it more exciting for her. 

It was all a bit too exciting for her.  She started to cum in a huge orgasmic spurt.  Too much liquid she thought.  So much, and synchronized with her pulsating orgasms, the spurts gave way to shudders as she realized he was coming with her.  She couldn’t stop the gushing liquid.  She spurt, she lengthened her ‘ows’, she shuddered and shook.  She was slightly aware of his hot spray inside of her reminding her that he was in a different hole.

Her arms still locked to her ankles, he gently laid her on her side in a fetal position and kissed her on the cheek and neck and back as she wafted back to reality.  This would be all for tonight.  But she knew this was just the beginning of new direction in their sex life together.

She was really a very shy girl and now as a woman she still had trouble dealing with men.  It wasn’t that she was unattractive, the opposite, in fact.  She was beautiful and her shyness was brought about, in part, because she developed plump breasts so young.  Her ample breasts attracting unwanted attention when all the other girls were still in T-shirts.  Walking through the cafeteria line at school became an embarrassing column of eyes all focused on her chest and snickers when she walked by.  Even now she found herself conflicted.  As a mature 40 year old, sex was still uncomfortable.  She couldn’t explain it.  Didn’t really understand it, but had learned to accept it.

She met Dan at a club and they had seen each other four or five times.  He was a very attractive and successful man a few years younger than her.  She knew tonight it would be required to invite him in for a drink at the end of the date and while she had done this before, tonight would be the night she “put out” or else he would lose interest.  And it wasn’t like that really.  She found him attractive.  They clicked.  She liked his sense of humor and they shared a lot of the same interests.  It was just that all men seemed to expect more of her than she was interested in giving when it came to sex.  Her sex drive just seemed lower than the men.  It wasn’t that she wasn’t willing to give.  It was just that she often found herself in a lose-lose situation where she lost them if she didn’t invite them up; she lost them if she brought them up and turned them down; and she lost them if she gave it up too easily. 

Tonight for dinner she wore an attractive summer dress that slipped over the curves of her hips and it drew the appropriate compliments from him.  At the end of the night she invited him up to her bedroom, and they lay together fully dressed and kissed each other.  His tongue rolled playfully around the inside of her lips and tickled the roof of her mouth.  He caressed her breasts with a gentle pushing and squeezing.  He seemed to have good hands and a sensitivity that she liked in her men.  He kissed her sensually along the side of her neck, behind her ear and along her shoulder – at least as much as he could get with her dress on.  She found this exciting, particularly the mixture of his warm breath and wet kisses along her neck.  His hands slid along her legs but he was taking his time and resisted reaching for her crotch area.  There was something she found exciting about lying next to him with her dress up above her panty line, even though he couldn’t see much in the near total darkness. 

She suggested a change of lighting and got up brought a candle to the bedside and lit it.  As she was sitting on the bed turning off the light, he sat behind her and ran his hands along the length of both sides, kissing the back of her neck.  She let herself relax under his kiss.  He suggested a few less clothes and tugged gently on the bottom of dress.  She lifted her hips and quickly her dress went over the top of her head and as they remained sitting with him behind her.  He moved his body away a bit as his face placed kisses around her shoulders and back.  He unhooked her bra as he kissed her, slid the straps off of her shoulders and his hands found their way to the front of her bra.  As he removed the bra his hands cupped both breasts.  They were only a handful now since she had had them reduced.  Once in awhile she wondered if the men in her life would have liked her to keep them at their original size, but she was glad every day that her breasts were now a more normal size.  It was hard to tell if her back hurt less as a result but she liked to think it did.  He continued spooning her from behind, his kisses on her neck and his hands on her breasts until her nipples became tight, stretched and more sensitive to his gentle caresses.

She turned around toward him, feeling uncomfortable that she was in just her panties and he was still fully dressed.  She asked him to remove his clothes while she stretched out and watched him.  When he was down to his shorts, he kissed her on her legs – first on one then the other, back and forth between them.  She felt that he wanted her to open her legs but in new relationships she was always too shy to just open them up.  It was as though she would be giving into her wanton desires in an unladylike way.  Deep down she was so afraid of becoming a slut.  He moved past her panties and kissed her on her belly and she reached down with her hands urging him to return to her face, which he did.

He kissed her rather hungrily around her face and neck while his body lay on top of hers.  She liked the feeling of his body on hers, crushing her slightly with his nudeness.  She was getting more turned on by this kissing then the kissing of her legs.  He was turned on too and she could feel the hardness between his legs rock over her mound.  Her legs did open now to his movement.  Her conflicts were beginning to disappear.  She was touching his back and feeling his rather pronounced muscles.  They were large and hard and smooth and it was exciting her just to touch them.  He moved down a bit on her and kissed her nipple, holding her breast firm with one hand.   His body moved slightly off of her and his other hand gently ran across her panties and in between her legs.  A finger found the slit below the cotton and it ran slowly up and down her swelling lips.  He returned to kissing her lips and she actively returned the caress of his lips.  She was enjoying his ministrations around her moistening pussy.

His fingers slid under the edge of her panties and he pulled them to one side.  His whole palm pressed against her naked mound and crept slowly downward.  A fingertip played with the opening to her tunnel, just rimming a circle around the edge, picking up some moisture and pulling it up into her slit.  Again repeated.  And again.  Only entering her tunnel to the depth of one knuckle.  In and out; up and down.  Then he stayed, playing in her hole, hooking his finger in deeper and stretching it - first this way and then that way.  He followed with a few deep thrusts into her tunnel but before she could get into a rhythm, he left her tunnel and moved along her slit toward her clitoris.  She was feeling good and ready to give into her feelings.  Her feelings that she really was a slut.  Her feelings that she was about to let this man who she knew slightly have his way with her.  His manipulating hand felt so good. 

His finger barely touched the end of her clit and he began a flicking movement right at its edge.  Like the flame of the candle next to her bed his finger brushed quickly and lightly across her way too sensitive clitoris.  This motion immediately drove her crazy.  Her hips started to move as he kept up the rhythm, working a little faster each time but never putting much pressure on it despite the fact that her thrusting hips caused his finger to move around slightly.  She was cumming and she wondered if she should try to hide it.  It was so quick yet although she knew she could have multiple orgasms, she just didn’t want him to think their lovemaking was over.  He seemed to sense this and kissed her in a sensitive spot just below her ear burying his face into the nook of her shoulder and neck, while she let out a long obvious moan. 

His hand stopped moving as she finished cumming but it stayed resting against her mound.  She started to say something and he cut her off with a kiss on the lips.  His hand moved caressingly over her crotch not focussing on her hotspots but calming her.  And then along the insides of her thighs and the kisses began again.  He certainly was not stopping.   She kissed him gratefully.  He began to move his face down her body kissing her sides and nipples and breasts.  As he continued lower he pulled her panties down along her legs.  She put her legs together to make it easier.  Again his face was in her stomach and approaching her pussy.  She wondered why she felt so embarrassed to have a man put his face in between her when she loved it so much once it was going.  Of course, some men were better than others, but she was pretty sure he would be great.  Nonetheless, she waited for him to open her legs rather than volunteer what she wanted.  His face felt wonderful in between her legs as he kissed each inner thigh and placed kisses around her pussy before focussing on any particular spot.  His tongue licked the length of her slit and opened it up.  Up and down his tongue moved depositing additional moisture to the area, especially over her clit.  Her hands were gripping the strong muscular of his shoulders – her fingertips pressing in the crevices between them.

He made his tongue loose and flat and ran it over her clit putting more moisture on it.  She couldn’t tell if it was her moisture or his, because she was sure leaking plenty of moisture on her own.  She loved what his tongue was doing, licking in a circular motion around her clitoris and along its sides.  Steady, constant, to an unheard beat.  Her hips were rocking to a slow beat almost without her being conscious of it.  Actually consciousness was rather hard for her to find at the moment because all she could think or feel was about his tongue and her clit.  She was going to come again and felt a little guilty that he was doing all the work but she was not going to interrupt him. 

On their dates when he would talk about sex, he would always brag about how good he was.  She realized he wasn’t just bragging.  And he hit the spot again.  Wow.  She was going to explode and she moaned loudly.  Suddenly he wrapped his lips around her clit and began to suck on it just as another orgasmic wave enveloped her.  Ohhh.  Her hips arched up.  And as her hips started to relax back to the bed a fingertip in her ass (oh god) making her quickly arch again.  And this time she was spent and she had to get some space between them.  She became too sensitive to his touch.  He complied but not before teasing her a bit with a tickle here and there.  And she was very ticklish.  She pushed him away from her, laughing while she did.

He turned on his side, his back to, toward the outside of the bed and lit a cigarette.  She snuggled up against his body her eyes peeking at his hard on under the boxer shorts.  The cigarette would give her just enough time to relax.  She sniggled against the muscles of his back and slowly caressed him with her hands.  She realized that she often felt as though she had a duty to please a man.  Kind of an unwritten tit for tat.  But right now she felt a strong desire to please him.  She wanted him to feel as good as she did.  She wanted to please him like no other woman had.  She realized she wanted him back early and often.

As he was putting out his cigarette she reached out and gently caressed the length of his cock.  He responded immediately turning slowly toward her touch.  She kissed him along the side of his back and moved slowly toward his crotch.  He lay on his back as she pulled his pole through the slit in his shorts.  She quickly positioned herself over his middle and lowered her mouth over the head of his stiff projectile.  It was quite long but not too thick and she easily brought the top of it into her mouth.  Using her hand and her mouth simultaneously she moved up and down along the shaft.  She was glad that he remained still.  She disliked it when men forced their penis into her mouth by moving their hips in and out.   She was afraid of getting it in too deep and choking.  It had happened before.  He had his hands in her hair but he wasn’t pulling her head, which could have the same effect as pushing his hips.

After about 10 minutes his hands urged her head up to his face and she kissed him.  She preferred sex in the missionary position and she invited him to come inside her, lying on her back while he took off his shorts.  He positioned himself over her but kept his weight on his arms, so that his body floated above her.  He probed her pussy lips with the tip of his prick.  Rocking slightly, he prodded her opening.  Then surprising her, he found her moist slit and ran the soft fleshy tip up to her clit.  She loved the feeling as he moved it up and down along her slit with the head of his cock...  She could feel her juices flowing.  He continued this for some time and quietly laid his weight down on her, never breaking the movement between them.  He reached down and putting his hands under her knees lifted her legs opening her pussy wide.  He positioned his cock at the entrance to her tunnel again and slid it in just an inch, pulling it out.  Back and forth he played with the first inch of her pussy until she wanted more of him in her.  She tried to thrust her hips at him with each movement he made downward.  Her legs were draped over his shoulders and when he leaned forward, he was able to control her rocking and thrusting better than she was.  Nonetheless her attempts and the added friction it created added to both of their abandon.  She was grabbing more and more of him with each thrust.  She could feel the animal in him taking over and the careful manipulator giving way to raw passion.  He was pumping her fast now and nothing was going to stop him.  She was usually a little scared when men lost control in sex.  She had her usual quick flash of being raped then realized how much she was enjoying this, how wet she was.   She hugged his back and his biceps tightly, she was grunting something to encourage him, and she was about to cry.

Previous Parts posted yesterrday and the day before.

KEN’S TURN

“Well, I promised Ken a reward.  Do you want to watch me give him a blow job, Debi?  While you finish your wine.”

Debi didn’t say a word but just watched while her sister moved over to the couch where Ken was and undid his pants.  She pulled them off his legs and left his boxer shorts on.  Ken’s cock was sticking up through the slit in his shorts as his wife wrapped her hand around it.  She put her face in front of it and licked it and kissed it.  Ken found it especially exciting that Debi was watching and he faked closing his eyes while staring at her through the slits.  He was hoping that in this light she couldn’t tell that he was staring, but she knew he was.

Her mouth was now over his cock and she was simultaneously sliding it in and out and using her hand to pull his skin taut.  It didn’t take Ken long to be close to an orgasm, but just before he was ready to cum, she stopped, looked over at Debi and asked her if she wanted a taste.  She declined, but Ken thought was an instigator his wife was and how she loved to tease him.  Her offer got his mind racing as soon as his wife returned her mouth to his cock, he started to cum.  He held the back of her head grabbing handfuls of her long silky hair.  She swallowed the warm hot stuff quickly as he came.  She liked the taste when it was still hot and flowing but she avoided letting it hit the air when it starts to get sticky.  She looked up at Ken as she sucked in the last few drops and then over to Debi.  Debi wondered if she could ever learn to swallow.  She had avoided it so far and it really didn’t appeal to her but the way her sister did it, it seemed so neat.  Ken was leaning back and looked like he could fall asleep at any moment, completely satisfied.  As he drifted between sleep and wake he thought, I’ll have to be the first up tomorrow morning.

THE NEXT MORNING

He woke up early and snuck out of the bed so as not to disturb his wife’s sleep.  Since he slept naked he grabbed a clean pair of boxers and he went into the hall to put them on.  Debi was still in bed and her door was ajar just an inch or so, not enough to allow a view into the room.  He went to the bathroom and then to the kitchen where he make coffee.  He also put some bacon on.  There was nothing he enjoyed more than waking up to the smells of coffee and bacon. 

So he was turning the bacon with one hand and drinking his coffee in the other when Debi emerged from her bedroom fully robed.  “Well aren’t we the early one,” she said as she passed the kitchen on her way to the bathroom.  She was immediately struck by his cute ass, flat stomach and startled by all of his flesh exposed, but she behaved nonchalantly.  He wasn’t a classic bodybuilder type but he was a strapping young man with a fit body if not overly muscular.  She had spent most of the night reliving in her thoughts and her dreams the touches of last night and the experience of entering into some more intimate relationship with her sister and brother-in-law.  Something about the evilness of it turned her on.

In the bathroom, she decided that she would take off her panties and just wear the robe.  While Ken would never know it (probably) she would and it would be exciting for her.  She put the panties in the pocket of the robe and returned to the kitchen.  Her terry cloth robe was wrapped and tied modestly but she didn’t use any of the buttons.  As she poured her coffee, she commented, “So, now that we’ve seen each others private parts, do you plan to wear just your shorts when I’m around.”  He paused for a moment before replying “Yes, seems right to me.”  “Well, don’t get carried away with last night.”

He looked at her with deep probing eyes that roved over her body from her feet slowly up to her face.  Looking her in the face, he said, “I remember every curve on your body, after all I touched every one of them, didn’t I?  You did have a good time last night, didn’t you?  You never even said thanks, you know.”  Standing next to him she leaned forward said thanks and kissed him.  He saw it coming and made sure it landed lip to lip and he put some effort into it.  But both of his hands were occupied so he was unable to control the duration which she made rather short.  The bacon was done and they both sat at the kitchen table, talking and flirting waiting for Ken’s wife to get up.

Debi knew her robe was open across her legs and it she didn’t keep them crossed there’s no telling what he would be seeing.  She frequently re-crossed her legs, quickly putting the robe back in place as it slipped.  When she leaned forward or laughed, the top of the robe billowed open exposing the tops of her firm breasts.  Ken was suggesting to her that she take the robe off since he had already seen her naked and his persistent hardon was obvious in his shorts.  She commented about how much he seemed to be enjoying thinking about seeing her naked again and maybe it was still worth saving it for the right time.  When he got up for a second cup of coffee his cock stuck out in a clownish way and they both were laughing about it when Ken’s wife came into the kitchen to say hi.  She was off to the bathroom and when she returned she seemed to be in a good mood, dressed in a see through silky slip and blue bikini panties.

“Ken was telling me that I now owe him a backrub from last night,” Debi told her.  “I don’t remember that deal, do you?”  “There was no deal, but maybe it would be the courteous thing to do.  Maybe we should both give him a massage after breakfast.  Do you have time, Debi, before you leave?”  “Let’s see,” she hesitantly replied.  “We could always, massage him and leave him wanting for more,” her sister said.  “That would fix him,” Debi replied.

After breakfast, Ken’s wife had it all organized again.  She remade the makeshift bed in the living room, covering the pillows with a sheet as they had done last night.  She moved some furniture away so there would be room for two of them to move around.  Ken lay down on his stomach and his wife pulled his shorts off.  She told Debi to get on one side while she got on the other.  Their massage was different with more caressing strokes and less rubbing and kneading.  Her sister told Debi to do on one side what she was doing on the other and she ran her hands all the way down his back across his butt and down his legs.  Following her sister’s lead, they each pulled one leg apart spreading them open.  As they moved around him on the floor, Debi’s robe would open from time to time exposing all of her nakedness underneath.

Ken’s wife then ran her hand up the inside of his thigh and grazed her fingers along his balls.  Debi was unable to fit her hand in his crevice along with her sister and so she moved across his butt and along his back.  “Ever notice how a man’s balls get tight when he is excited,” her sister asked her.  “Ken, get up on your knees so I can show her and he complied.  With his butt sticking up in the air, both his wife’s and Debi’s face were only a foot or two from his butt.  His wife was cuddling his balls and showing them off to Debi.  “Feel him under here Debi,” she said and she reached under him stroking his cock.  When she removed her hand, Debi followed her instructions and enjoyed touching his long hard cock. 

“Kiss his ass, Debi, he loves that,” and she put her mouth to the cheek closer to her kissing him.  “Here’s how he really likes it,” she said as she leaned deep into the crack of his ass and planted a couple of kisses right on his brown hole.  “Here, hold his cheeks apart for me Debi.”  When she did, she watched her sister blow, then kiss, then lick his brown hole.  She could hear Ken’s breathing deepen.  Debi’s sister continued to play games with his ass for a while as she pulled his cheeks apart. 

“OK, Ken, turn over.” His wife commanded and he obeyed.  The two of them went back to equal caresses on each side of his body.  Gently stroking his chest, moving down across his stomach and onto his legs.  They continued this avoiding touching his straining cock.  Debi found it exciting to see this man lying with his cock pointing all the way up almost to his belly button.  Ken’s wife began to mix in a few caresses of Ken’s cock with the other stroking and encouraged Debi to touch his cock.  She did, feeling a slight bit of anxiety that her hands would not be as skilful as her sisters but Ken found her touch very exciting and this was obvious to everyone.  “That’s the way, Debi; he loves the way you do that.”

They alternated playing with his cock and long strokes along his body.  His wife leaned forward and kissed him deeply and long while Debi stroked his cock.  She was stroking him slowly and he seemed to like this a lot.  He was moaning while he kissed his wife.  “OK, Debi, it’s sitting time.  Do you want to sit on his face or his cock?”  “I’ll take his face,” she said which Ken was a bit disappointed at.  He wouldn’t mind fucking his sister-in-law.  They both straddled him and as his tongue found his way to Debi’s snatch, his wife lower her pussy around his cock.  The girls faced one another and Debi was surprised when her sister leaned forward and kissed her.  It was sensual, sexual, tongue and open mouth kiss.  Debi was turned on from Ken’s tongue and her sister’s mouth.  She suddenly felt that this was wrong, but knew she did not have the will power to stop.  She was beginning to realize that once she was turned on, anything goes. 

Her sister leaned forward on her hands, her hair falling into Debi’s breast while she began to hump up and down on Ken’s cock.  Debi could realize from the lack of consistency from Ken’s tongue that he was getting very excited.  After about 15 minutes, his wife slowly pulled off of Ken’s cock.  She opened a condom and slipped it over Ken’s cock.  “OK Debi, let’s switch places.  Debi at first said no but her sister insisted and Debi couldn’t help but admire Ken’s rigid member and she did want to feel it inside her.  So they switched places and Ken could barely contain his excitement.  Again the girls faced each other and as Debi bounced up and down, her sister squeezed Debi’s breasts.  Debi was surprised at how fast she was approaching an orgasm and as Ken’s excitement rose, hers rose with him and when he exploded she released as well.  She stayed on top of him until his cock started to soften and then the three of them lay side by side with Ken in the middle cuddling, the girls caressing each other’s arms across Ken’s chest.

Debi knew their relationship would never be the same.

Part 1 in the yesterdays weblog.  Warning: explicit description of sexual activity is included.

NIGHT TWO

Debi had all day to think about it, too.  She kept recalling the sight of his huge cock, lying against his naked stomach when her sister pulled the covers back last night.  He wanted her.  He wanted her bad and she did notice his crotch all day and saw the outline of his hardon a couple of times.  Poor baby, she thought and realized that she enjoyed teasing him.  She thought she was doing her sister a favor by teasing him.  She certainly seemed in a good mood this morning.  So she kept flirting with him all day.  She used word play with suggestive double entendres.  She touched him frequently with her hands.  Occasionally bumping into him, body against body; her firm breasts pressed up against his shoulders or his back. 

She decided that if she had the opportunity, she would take him up on his body rub tonight.  But as they lay down around the living room, after dinner, she became impatient with waiting for one of them to raise it and finally asked.  “Is your offer for a massage, still open?”  She was lying on her side in the middle of the living room.  “Yes!  Yes!” he said trying in vain not to sound too anxious.  She put the throw pillow under her head and rolled over onto her stomach.  “Well I’m ready,” she said.

“No, no, we must do it right,” her sister jumped in.  “Let’s get set up.  You need to take off those clothes in order for him to use his long smooth strokes.  While your doing that I will put some cushions on the floor.”

When Debi returned from the bathroom wrapped in a bath towel, the lights in the room had been replaced with the light from about eight candles spread around the room.  The cushions from the couch had been placed on the floor and a sheet wrapped around them.  Her sister was sitting in the single chair that framed the open space now filled with the makeshift bed.  Ken stood next to the bed towering over it watching Debi with intense eyes as she walked into the room. 

Debi quickly got down on the sheet removing the towel from her as she lowered herself, laying it across her behind.  She was proud of how gracefully she was able to make this move in one easy movement.  Ken got a glimpse of her breasts and she knew that.  He also noticed she was still wearing her white cotton panties.   It signaled her blushing innocence and Ken found that even more exciting.

He had his special massage oil which could be used sparingly and had a pleasant scent.  He warmed it in his hands and used large broad circular strokes across her back.  Spending plenty of time on her back, shoulders and neck, his strokes were firm, squeezing the larger muscles but quite gently relaxing Debi.  He did each arm individually even rubbing each finger.  He returned to her back after doing both arms but this time his strokes were very slow and gentle, almost giving Debi goosebumps.  He had a hardon the entire time and his wife seemed almost fixated on it.

He then focused on her lower back and worked his way below the line of the towel but didn’t go below the waistband of the panties she still wore.  As he kneaded her hips and lower back, he couldn’t help but admire the naked slope of her creamy back.  She was a beautiful young girl, he thought.  He could tell the effect was beginning to get sensual.  He replaced the towel and moved around to reach her feet.  This time he massaged her feet while she was on her stomach by lifting each foot so that her knee was bent to a 90° angle.  In this position the towel lifted just enough and her legs were spread just enough for him to see that she was actually wearing a white thong.  So as he massaged her feet, he was peeking at her ass.  His wife said, “Have a nice view, honey?”  And he responded that her sister has as nice a back as she did.  “It must run in the family.” 

After putting her second leg back on the makeshift bed, he began to massage her legs rubbing up and down – each time going higher and higher.  He moved all the way up her leg, surrounding it with both hands and slowly just creasing the inside of her pussy with the top of his inside hand.  He wouldn’t stay there – just crease her pussy and roll his hands away, move down the leg and back up again.  First he did one leg and then the other.  Debi had her eyes closed and was in total enjoyment.

“Only two more muscles left on this side and we’ll do the other.  How are you doing, Deb?” he asked.  She murmured as she thought about what she will use the one towel to cover when she turned over.  If she wasn’t so relaxed she would have been startled as Ken moved beside her and lifted the towel from one side to show half of her ass.  But she was enjoying the whole thing too much to complain and it should be her sister who complains if it goes too far.  Ken put both hands on the semicircle of her rump and squeezed and kneaded and pressed and Debi loved it.  He moved over to the other side and did it the same way.  After a bit of a vigorous action, his fingertips did find their way along the insides of her crack, although he replaced the towel.  She was still wearing her thong, so he never got into any truly sensitive spots.  (Or at least, that was how Debi was justifying it.)

He then straddled her in the small of her back with one knee on each of her sides and his face facing her feet.  He reached under the towel and very gently began to rub her ass in large motions that contoured her plump ass.  When both hands slide over the bottom of her ass cheeks, it felt great, and Debi was quietly moaning.  He could almost feel the vibrations of her moan within the arch of his legs.  His wife gave him a fingered hi-sign while she grinned her approval.  She was sitting leaning forward in her chair with her legs crossed.  The leg on top was swaying back and forth strongly enough to shake her hips in rhythm. 

He continued to rub her ass and lower back and he eventually removed the towel with no objection from Debi.  Her moans seemed involuntary and were at their height when his hands moved slowly and gently from top to bottom with his thumbs running along the inside of her rump.  Sometimes he would gently pull her crack open causing her to feel the strap of her thong to fit tighter in her crack.  Sometimes he would gently run the thumbs one right behind the other right down the middle of her crack touching the strap of her thong with the tips of his thumbs.  Debi would just moan, louder now so her sister could hear.

“Time to turn over, Deb” and she responded with something mumbled about being all done.  “No your not!” said her sister.  “I’ll help you turn her over.”

And she got up and grabbed her head and shoulders while Ken took her feet and with a little help from Debi they had her turned over in a an instant.  Debi put her arms in front of her breasts and felt naked.  You could still see much of her breasts.  While they were probably a B cup, they were full and looked like they might even still be growing.  They were at that stage of breast development where their growth was keeping the skin taut and the shape firm even lying down. 

She didn’t know where the towel was, but Ken retrieved it and placed it over her breasts.  He massaged her face and head, around her ears.  Debi found this (and the surprising towel move) relaxed her.  Kneeling above her head with his back to his wife, Ken massaged her neck and the top of her shoulders.  He then moved to her side, removing the towel from her breasts and placing it over Debi’s face.  It felt to Debi a bit like an ostrich hiding their head while the rest of their body is exposed.  His hands roamed over her entire chest including breast and non breast parts.  Her nipples were rock hard and standing at attention.  If she could see what Ken saw she would be embarrassed.

He reached across and pulled up the skin from her far side up toward her breast, eventually both hands converging around the volume of her breast sliding gently across her nipples.  He switched his movements to one hand following the other, each stroke starting at her side and moving toward her middle over her breasts and over her stomach.  The movements became gentle and fast and Debi was back in her ecstasy.  He moved around her to do the other side.  Ken noticed that his wife was sitting with her legs akimbo on the seat of the chair and her hands resting in the crotch of her sweatpants.

Ken finished her chest with fluttering touches across her stomach and breasts.  He alternated with a few slow well contacted strokes.  His hands would roam down across her stomach and even across the front of her panties, then down the top flat sides beside her mons and to the top of her thighs.  He used slow gentle strokes that started at one end – her feet, for example – and then slid all the way up her legs, across her torso, around the curves of her breasts and up her neck to finish with all ten fingers working their way through her hair to the top of her head.  And then he would reverse it going down.  Debi put her hands under her head and stretched, arching her back, while Ken continued his stroking.

“Should I give her the full hand treatment?” Ken asked his wife.  “I hear no objections from Debi.  Give her your magic touch finish.” 

Ken focused on Debi’s breasts, especially her nipples.  He tweaked them and tickled them by running one finger tip across and around her areola.  They were probably as big as they had ever been but Debi could just feel them and imagine.  Ken moved slowly down her front toward her sides.  He slipped his fingers into the waistband of Debi’s thong and smoothly removed them as he slid his hands down her legs, pulling them over her feet.  The sides went down easily but the very center strap stuck to her pussy before Ken’s continuous slide tugged it out.  She was soaking wet.

Ken lifted one of Debi’s limp legs and opened her up.  He sat in between her legs and started each hand on her ankle and moved up both legs at the same time.  As he neared the junction of her legs his hands stopped forming a circle around her pussy.  He ran the edges of his thumbs lightly through the light blonde hairs of her pussy.  She trimmed her pussy but still left most of her natural thin hair.  It was a very fine texture.  Here he was, thought Ken, with his hands all around Debi’s naked pussy. God, life was good to him.

He started slowly using light patting movements over her hairy mons.  Debi was having trouble containing all of her excitement in her stretches and her hips were moving.  “Do her right and you will be rewarded royally, Ken” his wife whispered so all could hear.

Ken then look some oil and dripped it onto her clit directly from the bottle.  It felt cool to Debi but didn’t have a cooling effect.  With one finger he rubbed the oil into the folds of her region, giving equal time to all the parts between the top of her clit to the top of her pussy.  He hardly had to move his finger at all as he followed the movement of Debi’s hips, letting his finger go farther down as she lifted her hips.  He gradually shifted from one finger to his whole palm, caressing across the full space of her swollen lips.

Ken shifted to straddle one leg so he could get a better angle with his hand.  He pulled the skin above her clit up and taut, exposing her clit.  The oil still provided a lubricated surface and he used one finger of his other hand to rub lightly along the side of her clit.  He found a spot and Debi started to rotate her hips wildly but Ken continued to focus on her clit like a rider on a bucking bronco.  He shifted his hands so one continued to play with her clit – this time with two fingers running up and down on either side, pulling and moving the outer skin of her clit.  His other hand moved lower and his finger poked at the opening to her vagina.  Debi was completely out of control.  Her hands were still under her head but she was writhing now and Ken sometimes had to reposition his hands. 

He moved around and straddled her stomach, in part as a way of keeping her pussy still and went to work on her clit and her cunt at the same time.  He could tell Debi loved it when his finger poked into her opening and he played mostly on the rim with an occasional penetration.  Sometimes he would stop the movement of one hand to focus her attention on the other.  In this way he continued to drive her into frenzy, moving from activity on her clit to her cunt.  She was ready to cum anytime, he knew.  After teasing her for a few more minutes he rubbed her clit unrelentingly, letting the tension continue to build within her.  Her hip muscles were tired from wriggling under his weight and she opened her legs, lifting her knees.  She was letting her sister’s husband – Ken, who always had a hardon around her – see her at her most exposed and touch her wherever he wanted.  She just knew she didn’t want him to stop. 

He continued on both orifices at once with two fingers penetrating her cunt and looking for her g-spot.  His other hand was not quite touching her clit but it was rubbing very fast now near it and pulling it up and down creating an almost vibrating experience for Debi.  She came loudly and her sister chuckled softly.  But Debi’s moans were serious and deep with multiple orgasmic releases coming one after another.  When she thought she was done, the orgasms continued for a few more uncontrollable spasms.  When she began to push at Ken’s back, he finally stopped and just laid one hand to rest over her mons as a sort of an ending. 

Debi was exhausted and more aware that she was the only one in the room that was naked.  Ken got off her and had more than a little trouble standing up with his hardon stuck in his pants. He went and got another sheet for Deb to wrap around herself while his wife went to get Debi a glass or wine.  Soon they were all comfortably sitting in the living room again with Debi wrapped modestly in her sheet, talking about how good Ken’s massages were.

To be continued....

Warning: My stories contain explicit descriptions of sexual activity.

He couldn’t get it out of his mind.  The suggestion and her sister.  He was sitting on his couch and his sister-in-law, Debi, was sitting on the floor while he was massaging her head.  His wife sat across the room in her favorite chair.  Her sister was staying with them for the weekend and she had just driven 200 miles to get there, complaining of a headache.  They had dinner and were on their second bottle of wine, when he offered to rub her head.  The three of them chatted idly while he pressed his palms into Debi’s forehead and rubbed her temples.  He continued rubbing all of her face and the back of her neck.  Debi was having trouble keeping up her end of the conversation and a lull fell across the room.  She was murmuring softly to indicate her enjoyment of his rubbing when her sister broke the silence.

“He has great hands, don’t you think?”  “Mmmmmm,” she responded.  “Can you imagine how good it feels when he applies them all over your body?”  Silence.  “Take it from me, it’s great.  Or maybe you shouldn’t just take my word for it.  Maybe I should let him give you a full body massage.  I don’t think he would object.  Would you, Ken?”  “No objection here,” he responded quickly, a bit shocked at his wife’s suggestion.  He continued rubbing trying to put all the sensuality he could muster while attending her neck and shoulders.  “Well, would you like to have him give you a full body massage, Deb?”

Debi, who was only 20, nervously – almost unconvincingly – said ‘Not right now.’  While Debi was very cute she did not have a lot of experience with men.  She had dated but her natural shyness and proper upbringing resulted in a few relationships with men that had actually developed into sexual ones.  She wasn’t a virgin but was still a bit naïve.  The comments by her sister broke the mood and she thanked him for the head rub, got up and excused herself to the bathroom.

“Would you really have let me give her a full body massage?” he said.  “Yes, I would have, if she wanted it.”  Debi returned and sat on the opposite end of the couch from him.  “Have you ever had a foot massage,” he asked.  “It’s not a full body massage but would you like to try that?”  “OK, I’ll try that,” Debi responded.  She spread out her legs toward him on the couch.  Her feet were already bare, so he got to work with his magic hands on her feet.  Debi who had never really had a foot massage was amazed at how relaxing it was and how good it felt.  He massaged one foot using both hands to squeeze a single foot and running his thumbs down the middle of her bottom.  When he switched feet he rested her first foot in his crotch.  He had a hardon (he had it since his wife had made that suggestion) and her foot rested just at the bottom of it.  As he massaged the other foot, Debi would casually stretch the other one or move it slightly almost imperceptibly.  But it was hardly imperceptible to him and it caused him considerable extra excitement, which he used as incentive to continue rubbing her feet.  As he switched back and forth between feet Debi would take the opportunity to rub her feet up and down his crotch.  Debi’s sister sat in her chair and watched with a relaxed smile on her face.  Actually it was quite a devilish smile, thought Ken.

Before long it was time for bed.  He was the first into bed and is wife followed shortly.  Debi was in the bathroom.  He was lying in bed on his back, the existence of his hardon clearly visible under the covers.  His wife left the door open as she changed into her nightshirt.  “I see you liked rubbing. Debi.”  “Yes,” he said, “your suggestion drove me crazy.  Did you really mean it?”  “Sure, why not.  Debi deserves some fun.  I think I would enjoy watching that.  In fact, maybe we should invite her into our bed tonight, now that she has had some time to think about it.  What would you think of that?”  “I would have absolutely no problem with that, but wouldn’t you get jealous?”  “Not with my sister!” she said, “Not if she wanted it.”  “How far would you let me go?” he asked.  “As far as she would let you go.  Remember, she is just a few years into her womanhood and she might not be ready.”

She crawled in under the covers, just as Debi came out of the bathroom.  “Hey, Deb, come here a second.”  She appeared in the door.  “There are more towels in the linen closet and an extra blanket in your bedroom closet if you need them.” his wife said.  “OK,” Deb responded.  Then his wife reached over the covers and cupped his bulging crotch with her hand.  “Look at this Deb.  I think he liked the massage more than you did!” and she laughed.  “Here, take a better look.”  And she threw the covers back exposing his boxer shorts, grabbing his cock and pulling it out in plain view.  It stood at complete attention in her hand which was wrapped around the middle, fully exposing it bulbous circumcised head.  He was flustered for a second but recovered and decided he enjoyed watching Debi look at his excitement.

“Would you like to help me put an end to his swelling?”  He was shocked and unfortunately so was Debi, whose face turned a bright red.  “No, no, I think that’s your job, sis,” she said and turned away toward her bedroom.  As she was walking away, his wife yelled, “If you change your mind, just come on in.”  His wife laughed, enjoying her joke on everyone.  Debi had left all flustered and confused and he had been embarrassed by having his privates exposed.  Something about the situation tickled his wife and she continued laughing as she began to stroke his cock.

The light was still on and the door open, but she resisted his suggestion that they close either.  “Maybe, she will change her mind,” she whispered in his ear.  “Or maybe she will just want to peek.  I’ll bet she masturbates tonight.  Can you imagine her masturbating in the other room Ken?”  Ken was so excited.  His wife was driving him crazy with these thoughts of his sister-in-law.  He rolled over, slid his body against hers, lifting her nightshirt to feel her nakedness and rubbing his hips against hers.  It wasn’t long before his uncontrollable hips, rubbing against her, brought him to a hard spurting orgasm.  It would only be the first of three before they went to sleep. 

The last orgasm came in the dark while his wife slept and he listened carefully to the low moans coming down the hall from Debi’s room.  He thought he was spent until he heard her moan in the quiet night.  Thinking of Debi masturbating and wondering what she was thinking about.  How good a massage would feel.  How she might help her sister comfort him in his time of need.  Sneaking down the hall and watching.  Did she watch he wondered?  With the light on and the door open it was be easy for her to watch undetected.  Is that why she is masturbating now, an hour and a half after bedtime?  Was she deliberately moaning loud enough for him to hear?  Did she want him to go to her?  He began thinking about licking her tight pussy and playing with her clit.  Thinking about her rubbing her clit right now as stroked his own cock and he came for a third time, perhaps just when she did because she seemed quiet then.

He slept solidly and got up late – after the two women were up and dressed.  He had hoped to be awake when they went prancing around in the morning.  Oh well, Deb was staying for another night and he would probably have a hardon all day thinking about what might happen.

To be continued...

Hi All,

I am a writer of erotic stories and I publish on a few other sites.  I am wondering if Xanga might be a good outlet for my stories.  I did notice that there is a ratings capability and I found that encouraging.  How people will find out about me, I have no idea.  But like all the other sites, it's a learning experience.

I think it is fair to say that my stories are well received but do contain explicit descriptions of sexual activity, so they are not meant for all readers.  If anyone has any thoughts or suggestions, I'm wide open to ideas.  Thanks in advance for any input.

Rush