7 comments/ 59198 views/ 3 favorites The Art of Deception By: VikingLass My name is Kelli Mayers. I am 30 years old and the mother of two children, 6 and 3. I am 5'5" tall. I am proud to say that I still weigh the same as the day I married Tim. I consider myself slightly above average in the looks department. My measurements are 36-24-34, and I have medium length auburn hair. My husband, Tim, and I have been married for 12 years. We were high school sweethearts and married the summer after we graduated mainly because I got pregnant, but miscarried shortly before our wedding date. I was relieved knowing that motherhood wouldn't be thrust on me so soon, and I told Tim that if he wanted to postpone our wedding he could. Tim still wanted to go through with it after I told him, and we did. I have never regretted becoming his wife. My husband Tim has always been a decent man. I consider him not only handsome, but really kind of sexy. He has a physically demanding job, and even after 12 years still wears the same size of pants that he wore in school. Tim is 6' weighs 195 lbs. and still has a hard and lean body. I work hard to keep myself in shape, which isn't easy after having two children. I run a mile every other day before he leaves the house for work, and I watch what I eat. We have been talking about having another child, but so far, it's just talk. I don't think that our budget will stretch that far just yet. Tim has his own business. He removes, repairs, and replaces pumps for various businesses. His company is doing well and the work is steady, but it's not fabulous money being that he has a lot of money tied up in the shop he leases. Tim does bring home enough for me to remain a full time mother and we work hard to make sure that there is money in the bank. So far it sounds like I have the ideal marriage to the ideal man, right? But the truth is that after 12 years of marriage, the spark has dimmed significantly between us. Our marriage relationship is not the ecstasy that it was just before our first child, Anne, was born. It reminds me of that joke about the three stages of sex in the marriage. I'm sure you have heard the joke. It goes like this: STAGE ONE: House sex. When a couple first marry, they have sex in every room of the house, at any time. STAGE TWO: Bedroom sex. After the honeymoon, the couple settles down and now they mostly have sex in the bedroom. STAGE THREE: Hall sex. After many years of bedroom sex, the couple has grown apart and tired of the other. As they pass each other in the hallway, one shouts out to the other, "Screw You!" Well we were definitely in stage two of our marriage and I was desperate to bring it back to stage one. We both needed a refreshing in our marriage so much so that it dwelt with me constantly. I was beginning to feel that we were growing further and further apart. Then I knew that I would have to talk to Tim and very soon. I guess the rift began about the same time as Tim's childhood friend Rick Weller moved back to town. Rick was married to a very nice girl he had met at college. Laura was a very beautiful redhead and next to her I was the ugly duckling, or so I thought.Rick's father and mother both passed away and he settled his parents’ estate and inherited their house, which was directly across the street from the house we had bought. Tim had purchased our home from his mother after his father died and she moved into a condo not far from us. It seemed that every minute the two guys were free they hung out together. They went fishing on Saturday, football games, sports bars, they did it all. I was thoroughly convinced that my husband preferred his friend's company to mine. Then certain things, aspects about the two began to change. Rick shaved off his mustache and wore his hair the same as Tim. Tim began to wear the same aftershave as Rick, little things like that. Now both of them are about the same build, weight and height; but their voices and facial features are entirely diffenent. Then one final thing changed, and it really had me puzzled at first. If I should happen to ask him a question, Tim would only give me a "Uh-huh" or a "Uh-uh" answer, never using words but verbal noises. Before he had always answered my questions at length. Things continued for quite some time until Tim announced that we were going to spend a week, with Rick and Laura of course, at a resort in Montana. At first I was apprehensive, and then I finally reconciled myself to the fact. A trip would do me good! Tim and Rick decided that we would drive to the resort. I knew that money was tight for all of us and this seemed to the boys a reasonable measure to save the airplane fair. We stayed near the Idaho/Montana border after a full day on the road. The motel was clean and I was tired and dirty from a day in the car and by the next afternoon we arrived at the Butte Mountain Resort. My first impression of the resort was somewhat lukewarm. When we were assigned our room, Tim explained that we would have one bedroom and Rick and Laura would have the other. The suite was very nicely done. A large living room was in the center with two bedrooms and their adjoining master baths on either side of the main living room. "Tim. I must commend you for your attention to detail. This is very nice." I said and kissed him then went in to unpack our things and put them away. SUNDAY THE FIRST NIGHT: After Tim and Rick went out to spend the day fishing, Laura and I went up for some breakfast and coffee. Later we would spend the day lying by the pool sunning ourselves until our husbands came back for lunch. The boys came back closer to dinnertime. Tim kissed me and went in to shower. I had changed into a summer dress and sandals. The day was very hot and the dress kept me fairly cool. Tim reappeared, dressed and clean. I admired him, and then fixed his collar and we all went to dinner. The one high point of this particular resort was the fact that the food was first class. We enjoyed a very nice prime rib dinner with a huge salad bar. I especially like the cherry cheesecake they had for desert. As we sat around drinking our coffee and talking, the waitress told us that after the restaurant was cleaned up a band would play until midnight. "There is an open bar and snacks served. You are going to come?" She asked Rick. "Ladies?" Rick posed the question. "Fine by me." Laura said. "All right." I said. We left the restaurant at five and walked until the time for the dance to start. Now I must admit that I have never especially liked country music and that is what assaulted my ears when we entered the restaurant. But I had already said that I would go so I now allowed Tim to seat me and tried to look like I was getting into the music. "Care to dance, honey?" Tim asked me. I stood and walked to the floor with my husband and did my best to match his step as he held me close to him. When the song was over and we went back to our table, there was a huge margarita waiting for me. "I got you ladies a drink, but I didn't realize they were that big." Rick explained. "Just right." Laura said and giggled. She had been working on her drink already. Rick poured Tim a glass of beer from a pitcher and we all sat silent for a few moments while we sipped our drinks. I had two more of those huge margaritas and was definitely feeling no pain when we returned back to our room for the night. I had enjoyed the dance. Both boys had asked Laura and me to dance with them; we were a little rowdy as we went to our rooms for a good night's sleep. I got under the covers. Tim was still in the bathroom. The lights in the bedroom were off. Tim came out of the bathroom and went out into the front room for a few minutes as I was settling into my pillow and about to fade off to sleep. Just as I was about to doze off, I felt his hand rest on my mound. "Mmm." I said as he rubbed me softly. I lifted my hips and he pulled up my nightgown to my waist. Quickly sitting up, I waited for him as he removed my nightgown. After he was done, he pulled back the covers of the bed and spread my legs apart gently as he buried his face between my thighs. Between the moaning from our room and Laura's moaning which I clearly heard, it was a wonder that anyone slept that night. I know that I had come three times before he ever entered me and gave me a well deserved screwing that left me totally weak and unable to move. Now I will be the first to admit that when I have had a few drinks, Tim usually has his way with me. It was no different that night as I fell asleep with him still deeply imbedded in me. MONDAY THE SECOND NIGHT: When I awoke, Tim and Rick were already gone fishing. Laura was up and drinking a cup of coffee. "Do you feel as fabulous as I feel this morning, Kelli?" She asked. Her whole face radiated health and vitality. "Yes. That was some night." I conceded to her. "My god, I haven't had sex that good in a long time." She admitted to me. "It must be the mountain air." We both laughed at that. "What ever it is, I sure hope we can bottle it and bring it home with us." She brightened and we both laughed again. The boys met us for lunch and suggested that we join them for a boat ride out on the lake. Laura and I jumped at the suggestion and decided that we would pack our bathing suits also. The day was very warm and the sky was clear as we sat in the back of the boat. Rick was driving and we sped out into the lake. After twenty minutes or so he killed the engine and let the boat drift towards a small island near the far shore. He turned to Tim and asked him something and Tim nodded and stood up and walked to the bow. He picked up the anchor and dropped it overboard. "The water is warm here. Let's jump in." He suggested. Neither Laura nor I had put on our swimming suits yet. "Ah...Rick there is one small problem. We haven't changed yet." She said to her husband. Rick nodded and produced a blanket. "Here. Change under this." He said. Tim had walked back to where we were and stood next to Rick. We changed, very ungracefully I might suggest, with the blanket wrapped around us into our suits. Laura was wearing a lime two piece bikini that did her body justice. I wore my usual orange one piece Speedo. It was not as kind to my body as it had a habit of squishing my breasts and creeping up my cheeks. But Rick was right. The water was warm and we frolicked for two hours in the water before becoming time and chilled. The sun was beginning to set and dinner would be served in an hour. We set back for the resort. Dinner that night was just as delicious as it had been the night before. T-bone steaks and jumbo prawns made in a beer batter. I could not finish my plate. It was simply too much. But, as is the usual case with me, I did save room for desert. It was a chocolate mousse cake with a whipped cream sauce that was simply out of this world. It was Tim that asked Laura and I if we wanted to go to the dance that night, or we could go to the casino at 7 P.M. There would be a bus that would take us there. I am not one for gambling so I said that whatever the others wanted to do as fine with me and they all were pretty cool to the casino idea. "Let's listen to the music and unwind." Laura finally said. That settled it. The music that night was more to my liking, rock and roll from the 70's. The band did a near perfect "Hey Jude" as Rick and I danced a slow dance together. Tim and Laura went to get the drinks and were waiting in line as I danced with her husband. "You know Kelli, I have never seen Tim this happy." He said. "Well being away from home does tend to ease some of the stress." I said. "No. That's not what I mean. I have never seen him as happy as he is with you. He's really a lucky guy to have you, Kelli." I didn't know what to say. I had known Rick as long as I knew Tim. Rick and I had gone out on a couple of dates before Tim and I dated. Rick was a nice guy, but he wasn't a Tim. "Thank you Rick." I said. "You're welcome. Well they're back with our drinks." He said as the music concluded. We danced some more and I was determined not to drink as much as the night before, but ended up drinking one more then I had the night before. So by the time the dance ended, I was a little unsteady on my feet and very giggly. Laura was in the same state that I was and we both needed our husbands' arms to help us back to our suite because the pathway was covered with gravel. After I had crawled into bed, this time I crawled under the covers nude because getting into my nightgown was just too much bother, I called out to Tim. "Honey, don't be too long." I said. He was in the front room talking to Rick about something. The lights went out and I heard our bedroom door open. I heard him undress and when he crawled under the bed covers his hand brushed by side. The palm was smooth. I barely noticed, but something in the back of my mind blared out a warning to me. Tim's hands are calloused. He works on machinery. He has always had calloused hands. Rick though is a buyer for grocery chain and has very smooth hands. I had held his hand when we had danced earlier, so I remembered what his hands felt like. But I was only able to think of this fact as I was being taken for the ride of my life and even then I wasn't too sure about anything. As soon as 'my husband' got under the covers I was flopped over onto my belly and a pillow was placed under my tummy. Mounting me, he was soon inside and driving into my pussy like there was no tomorrow and I was loving every second of it. As I said before, I am very easy when I have had something to drink. I don't know, it must heighten my senses or something. But I do know that at that moment I didn't care if it was a 300-lb. gorilla that was pounding away at me. I was having one hell of an orgasm breaking through at that moment as I was being drive hard against the mattress. From the sounds that were carried from the other bedroom, it sounded like Laura was also having the time of her life. TUESDAY THE THIRD NIGHT: "Laura. Did everything seem normal to you last night?" I asked her as we sipped our morning coffee. "Uh...I guess. I know that I was a little drunk. Why?" She asked. "I swear. You are going to think that I am crazy or something. But I swear that whoever made love to me last night was not Tim. When I felt his hands, they were not calloused. Maybe it's my imagination. God I hope so." I said. Laura listened and she did not say anything. She thought for a moment and then set down her coffee. "Kelli, has Tim ever asked you about swapping partners?" She asked me. "No. Never, why?" I asked. "Rick asked me about a year ago. I told him that if he wanted to have sex with another woman then go ahead. I wouldn't stand in his way. I would just divorce him. I was just wondering if Tim ever approached you. But if he didn't, then I think that neither one of them are up to anything." She said and picked her coffee cup back up and sipped it. I thought hard. No Tim had never asked me if I would ever consider swapping. "But what if this isn't my imagination?" I asked Laura. She smiled. "I have the solution. I am going to mark my partner the next time." She said enigmatically and continued sipping her coffee. All through the evening neither Laura nor I had anything to drink. We wanted to have our wits about us for later. Besides, the margaritas had fogged our minds even after we had been up and about the past two days. We all enjoyed the dance that evening. The boys were a bit quieter that evening and we retired at 10 P.M. After the lights were out and Tim and I were in bed. I turned to him and lay my head on his chest. I reeked my hand down and took one of them into my hands and carefully recorded the feel of it in my memory. It was calloused just as I thought. Now I think I knew what they were up to. But I wasn't all that angry. In fact I was somewhat secretly pleased to find out that Rick might have actually made love to me the night before. Tim stroked my hair and with his free hand began to rub my butt. It felt good. It fact it felt great and I knew that it was doing something to me as he teased my skin and caused chills to my back. I turned over and lay on my back. Tim's hand went to my pussy and he teased the clit with his fingertip as he rubbed it. "Ohhh." I moaned softly. My hips twitched as he found a sensitive spot and rubbed it. I spread my legs further apart to give him access to me and he began to insert a finger into me. "Turn over on all fours." He said. I complied gladly. I enjoyed it when we did it doggy style. He would kiss the back of my neck as he rubbed my breasts all the while he was moving in and out of me. It always satisfied me. Tonight was no different and I was soon dead asleep and satisfied from our session. WEDNESDAY THE FOURTH NIGHT: Tim still lay asleep next to me. It was 8 A.M. "Not going fishing this morning honey?" I asked him as I sat up in bed. "Nah. Too tired to. Just wanted to sleep in a little this morning." He said and rolled over to face me. "Well I could get dressed and get us a carafe of coffee." I suggested. "No. Come here you." He said and lifted up the covers. I ducked under them and lay next to him. We were nose to nose and he kissed me. His hand went to my breasts and he traced the nipples, one by one, with his index finger tips. I shivered as the sensation was transmitted through the thin cotton material of my nightgown. "That feels good." I said and wrapped my arms around his neck and impaled his mouth with my tongue. Slowly he began to move his body on top of mine. I hiked up my nightie and made room for him to lie between my legs. "Tim. I want you to make love to me. It has been so long since we have done it in the light. I want to see your face as you come inside of me. I want to feel you as you come and look at your face." I said. Tim smiled and kissed me. "Anything for you Kell. God I love you so much." He said. I reached in between us and grasped him. Holding his erection over my pussy, I rubbed my clit with the head of his penis. "Mmmm. God you are so hard...and big." I complimented him. He slid in easily. I was very wet. Partially from my own natural lubrication but mostly because I had not wiped away the residue from last night and his sperm was still inside of me. We began to move against each other as one and soon we reached that lovers' nirvana that we both eagerly had sought. After dinner we all decided to give the casino a try. Now none of us were gamblers by any means. But the bar scene had gotten stale. We all boarded the bus and sat in the back. Rick pulled out a pint of brandy and four paper cups. He poured out the amber liquor and we toasted. "To our long and happy friendship." He said and we touched our cups together. The bus ride took only twenty minutes. We had seen the casino when we came up this road to the resort. The casino was on the highway, and the resort was the first left after the casino, and ten miles up a gravel road. The casino was a small one and Laura and I decided that we would watch our husbands play 21. After an hour, both Tim and Rick were $25 ahead, but I could tell that they were tiring of playing. "Let's cash out and do something with the girls." Rick suggested. Tim nodded and stood up picking up his chips as he did so. "Where to?" Tim asked. "Let's get a drink." Laura suggested and the four of us walked back to the huge bar. The rest of our evening was spent talking and sharing three more drinks. The boys as usual drank beer, while Laura and I were enjoying the fruitiest margaritas I had ever tasted. They were simply delicious. Again I had drunk more then I wanted to, but you must understand, I very seldom drink at all when I am at home. I simply told myself that this was a vacation and as long as I wasn't becoming a drunk or a pest, then I would enjoy every drink that was offered to me by my friends. The Art of Deception I did. And I also had to be guided out to the bus when we decided to leave at midnight. Tim helped me into bed after he stripped off my clothes. "God Tim, you must think that you married a lush." I giggled as he pulled back the bed covers and held my hand as I lay back into the bed. "No. Not at all. Kell I want you to have a good time and enjoy yourself. I know that we've...I've been ignoring you in the past. I love and I want you to just let loose. All right?" He said and bent down to kiss me. "Thank you." I said as he headed towards the bathroom to wash and undress. I snuggled under the covers and lay on my left side, facing away from the bathroom light. I heard the toilet flush and Tim came out of the bathroom. "Gotta check to make sure the front door is locked. He said. We had been warned to lock our rooms when we went to bed and when we were away to discourage thieves from walking in and stealing our valuables. I lay nude under the cool sheets. He got in beside me. His hand rubbed my butt and I turned to lie on my back. I spread my legs slightly and he found my pussy with his hands and rubbed the inside of my thigh with one hand and my clitoris with the other. I placed my hand over his as his finger began to plunge deeper into my moist sex hole. “Mmmm.” I moaned loudly and lifted my hips to meet his finger as it dug deeper into my warmth and wetness. I held his other hand in mine. My eyes opened as I felt the palm of the hand I was holding. I was smooth as my own! He positioned himself over me and his mouth went between my thighs. A tongue flicked my clitoris and I jumped. I was paralyzed with lust, as my mind comprehended what was just now unfolding. Rick was at this very moment giving me the best tongue job that I had ever had and I knew it and I was enjoying it. 'But if Rick was riding me with his tongue, then what was Tim doing?' I asked myself. 'My God! He's in bed with Laura!' I shouted inside of my head.But I didn't care, not one whit! The pleasure was exquisite and I would ride this donkey all the way to payday! Hell if my husband could knowingly do this, then I would too! Rick was certainly a gifted cunnilingis artist. By the time I had come twice I was begging 'my husband' to screw my brains out. He willingly complied and my pussy welcomed the foreign intruder into it. I could hardly lay still, my mind was racing as I visualized Rick on top of me, his face as he hammered away at my sopping wet female sex. "Ahh! Ahhh!." I cried out as the strongest climax I ever had gripped me slammed me back against my mattress. I was drained and unable to say a word. But Rick was not done yet with me, he had not climaxed yet. He gently rolled me over onto my belly and put a pillow under it. His finger probed my pussy as I moaned aloud. With his hand he rubbed my anus with the mixture of his own saliva and my own natural moisture. I could not comprehend what he was about to do as he lay over me. Then I felt it. "No! Please don't!" I gasped. He was entering my backside, slowly. Inch by inch my body yeilded to him as he seated his root deeper and deeper into my backside. I was in no position to stop him. His weight had me pinned against the bed. "Aannngggghhh." I groaned as I felt his full length inside of me and his testicles slap against my vagina. My whole body spasmed as he continued to drive himself in and out of my ass. God the feelings were so intense! I had allowed Tim to do this only a few times, mainly when I was first pregnant with Anne and intercoarse was painful because my body was changing so rapidly. But this...this was like nothing I had ever experienced. Rick's fingers were furiously rubbing my clit and I was bucking against him as he sodomized me. Then it struck me full force. I screamed and then I collapsed onto the mattress, drained, helpless. I do not even remember him coming inside of me or pulling himself out of me. THURSDAY THE FIFTH NIGHT: Laura was extremely cheerful the next morning as we sipped our coffee. The boys had gone fishing before we awoke. "Well, Kelli. If they did swap last night, then when they return we'll know for certain." Laura said. "I know that they did. So what are we going to do about it?" I asked her. Laura thought about it for awhile, then replied, "I think you and I should take them for a walk. You and Rick, me and Tim. By the way if Tim has a hickey on the right side of his neck, well...you know the rest." She said. "Okay. So we take them for a walk. Then what?" I asked. "Confront him. Have him explain the whole thing to you. Then you and I will meet back here and decide what we should do and how we feel about it. Right now I am not mad. God, the sex has been just too good!" She said. I smiled and nodded knowingly. "It has been terrific. Something I have missed for too long." I admitted. "Same here." "So do we forgive them, or play our hand?" I asked Laura. "Both." She said and we both burst out laughing. By the time the boys returned for lunch, we had already compared notes about last night and already knew what our spouses had been up to. Laura was horrified when I told her that Rick and I had had anal intercourse. "Did it hurt?" She asked. "Somewhat. But I assure you that it was pleasurable if your partner is gentle. Tim and I have had it in the past." I explained. "Is Tim gentle?" She asked genuinely curious. I must had piqued her curiosity. "Very. That's what I love about him so much." I said. "Yes. He was last night too. Was Rick gentle when he...and you did it." "Somewhat. He was aggresive. But like I said, I have never come that hard in my life. I passed out from the last climax." I said. "Kelli...Rick has been after me since we were married to do that. I have always been afraid to. But with your permission, I'd like to teach my husband a real lesson." Laura began and we laid out our plan of action.. It had been a very warm day, and Tim had gone shirtless when he returned. We were in the bathroom, cleaning up for lunch. He had just stepped out of the shower and I was putting the finishing touches to my hair. I had noticed that Tim's neck had a big band aid covering it. "What happened here, honey?" I asked him as I touched it then kissed it. "I got a spider bite." He explained. "Oh. I'm so sorry." I said and kissed it again. Then I whispered in his ear, "You were some lover last night, tiger." I rubbed his crotch and snuggled closer to him. "Did you like it?" He asked me, surprise in his voice. "Oh yes. You really did surprise me!" I said in my sexiest voice, "You should do that more often." Tim smiled, I think it was from relief. During lunch Laura and I did our best to maintain our composure. It was so hard not to burst out laughing as the two boys were talking. Everything did go according to plan. "Well ladies. What would you like to do before dinner, we had planned on spending the rest of the day with you." Rick asked us. Laura was the first to suggest, "Let's go back to the room and just relax for awhile. I'm really tired and I think it would be nice to just relax for awhile." "Kelli?" Tim asked me. "Yes. That sounds good." I seconded. Rick poured us all a drink. All he had was some vodka, so he made us all screw-drivers and we sat in the living room making small talk. Laura kept looking at the bandage on Tim's neck. My husband was beginning to fidget, and Rick looked a bit uncomfortable also. "Tim. That looks bad. You ought to have Kelli look at that bite. It's beginning to swell." She said. I set down my drink and began to get up. "No. Not necessary. It doesn't hurt. Just itches a little." He replied. "If you're sure?" I said and leaned back on the couch and picked up my drink. "You know, honey, I must admit that this was really a good idea." Laura said to Rick. Rick just sat there. "Especially the idea about you two switching places." Laura continued. The two men looked at each other. BUSTED!!! "Yes, and we probably would have never figured it out except for one thing. Tim your hands gave you away. Kelli knew it as of last night." Laura began but Rick tried to interrupt. "Laur, I..." He began. "Richard Weller! You will shut up and listen. One more word out of you and I will leave. Understood?" Laura was very angry. Rick sat back, defeated. He nodded. "Now. As I was saying. Being that you two have decided to deceived Kelli and I; I think it's only fair that Tim gets to do exactly what my husband did to Kelli last night." Laura said. She had a determined look on her face as she stood and crossed the room to where Tim was seated. She help out her hand to Tim. "Come with me, Tim. It's time that I do some explaining to you about my husband and his 'needs.'" She said. Tim nodded and went with Laura. They headed back to her bedroom. "Well Rick. It looks like you two really messed things up." I said. I would play my part also. Rick was looking very defeated. "Now what?" He asked. "Now Laura is going to let my husband do exactly what you did to me last night." I said. "I think that's fair. I don't think Tim will be too happy when he finds out that you forced me either." I explained. "Kelli...I'm sorry about that. But I did explain it to Tim this morning. He was pretty angry when he heard it too. I told him that we would stop this deception right now." Tim's gaze remained at the floor as he spoke. "Well Rick. I must say that even though I didn't want you to do it at first, that was the most intense orgasm I ever had. I even knew that it was you that did it to me." As I spoke, the room was filled with Laura's moan. She had left her bedroom door open so her husband could hear as she was being filled with my husband's cock. Rick looked uncomfortable as Laura screamed out, "God give it to me Tim!" I smiled at this and stood and crossed the room to Rick. "You know. You two are really bastards but we really do love you. Laura and I have never had such good sex as we have this past week. I just wish that you two could have given us what we needed when we really needed. I need it now." I said and held out my hand to him. Rick looked up at me. He nodded and took my hand. "Come on." He said and we went into where Tim and Laura were. Rick began to undress me. I was already sopping wet. From looking at the other two as they were engaging in anal sex. Laura was so caught up in the act that she never knew we were there until I lay down on the bed next to her. "Hi. Thought we'd join you." I said. My fingers went to my pussy. Rick pulled them out and licked my fingers off. One by one. Then we screwed like it was our very first time, until we had no strength left. Well, that's how the next two days went. Nonstop sex. Laura and I even engaged in our first lesbian act and I found out that she really was a redhead! It was different but I still preferred sex with a man and Rick and Tim made sure that this needs was well taken care of. Even after we returned home, there were many nights when I knew that the boys had switched. I could always tell the second that I was touched by a hand, whether it was Tim or Rick. But the sex was still just as good as it was when we were in Montana. Neither Laura nor I have any complaints, and we still compare notes every morning. Laura just found out last month that she was pregnant. She conceived two months after we returned home from our vacation. She knows that Rick is the father, but then she is much more deceptive then her husband ever could be. It seems that Rick opened a real pandora's box. "Rick," she said when she first broke the news to him, "I'm pregnant. I sure hope that you were present when I conceived." But only her and I know the truth. It's still good to keep our husbands off balance. Believe me, Rick is very nervous! Now our marriages are fuller, more exciting. Tim and I are back at STAGE ONE and I plan on staying there as long as possible. When our marriage begins to slip, well I could always figure out something new, I too have learned how to play. After all, that's the secret to the art of deception!