0 comments/ 94380 views/ 1 favorites Swimmer Saves Marriages By: Winterfrog I'm Emelie, 32 years old Scandinavian wife married to a nice guy by name Adam. We have two nice kids and until recently I thought my life was as good as it ever could be. But then my husband turned it to real mess. I demanded him to write down his story, which I translated to English and with a helpful assistance of a co-worker downloaded it to this story site on the web so other wives in similar situation may get some useful hints of it. ADAM'S CONFESSION: I met Emelie at a birthday party and from that moment I knew that she, with her sweet smile and lovely manners, was my dream girl. To my great happiness she got equal feelings for me so within two years we had walked the love lane to engagement, wedding and the first kid. The events, which caused this story, begin ten years after we met. When one after one of our friends divorced, Emelie and I had promised each other's to keep our wows and remain as a happy family. Both of us are lucky to have got decent jobs, she as a secretary at our local hospital and I as a controller at the one of the leading companies in town. As a part of my job, I have to attend several courses and conferences. Usually rather boring events but the latest was a bit different. I was a two-day event about new taxes and how to avoid them. To my great pleasure I had got a lovely blond woman in my own age, 35, next to me and we found out that we had a lot in common so we went to lunch, coffee breaks and the dinner together. After dinner we went to the bar for some drinks and even danced a few tunes. Her name was Linda and she was a little taller than my wife Emelie and a very good dancer. With her long blond hair and bright blue eyes I found her very sexy. Emelie is a brunette with golden brown eyes. After a few tunes she told me that she didn't like the high noise level in the bar and suggested us to move somewhere where we could talk without shouting. I bought a bottle of wine at the bar and we went to her room at the hotel where we had a pleasant chat while sharing the wine. After a while we were talking about our marriages. Linda told me that she still was in love with her handsome and faithful husband but her feelings had began diminished because they had got an increasing serious problem in their marriage. Their sex life was lousy because he was prudish and refused to try anything else than the missionary position. Of course, he was not always bad and sometimes even succeed to give her an orgasm, but she was disappointed because she knew that almost every teenage girl today had a much better experience of sex than she had. She envied those young girls for that. I replied that I had no serious problems in my marriage but even my wife, though she was good in the bed and even accepted positions as riding and doggy style, had her limits. I liked blowjobs very much and got very few of those, not even one a year. I really don't know how we got the idea as we both were suffering from equal problems, we could get a taste of those usually unreachable pleasures here and now at this very moment. She told me what she wanted and as my wish was almost equal to hers with minor exceptions, we agreed to make both of us as happy we could be. Linda stood up, slowly stripped off her skirt, top and bra before she came to me and let me take off her pantyhose. Thereafter it was my turn to strip for her before we, after some kissing and hugging, lay down on the bed in position for a 69 when she took off my boxers and I took off her panties. She was a real blonde with very little hair at her well-shaped pussy. I heard her moan of pleasure when my tongue found her clit. Then she began to suck my cock in a very sensual manner. I succeed to keep my load until I felt her body vibrating in an intensive orgasm and I let it go. She got her first taste of sperm and swallowed it all and licked my cock clean. The next moment was her idea as she had seen him in TV and read about the old graphologist who was living together with a harem of four young women whom he spanked regularly with birch. The old man and his harem is writing books and making videotapes about their spanking sessions, which they are marketing on the web. He claimed that newly spanked women are very horny and apt for better sex both for herself and her lover. With his many experiences he ought to know. Linda wanted to know if he was right. We had no birch so I took the thin cord of the battery charger for her laptop, folded it to four about 50 cm long parts and pretended to be some kind of "master" who told Linda that she had been a naughty girl who had to be punished. I had her to lie down on my knees and began to spank her ass. I had done some test on my own arm so I didn't hurt her but gave her ass a real sting until it had got bright red. When I felt her pussy it was, to my great surprise, dripping wet. I decided that it was enough. Then she got on her four on the bed and I went into the bathroom and found a jar of some crème among her make-up equipment. Back on the bed I began to fuck her from behind in doggy style while I lubricated her back door with the cream. When I got in two fingers deep inside, I switched my cock from her pussy to the ass and got it in deeper and deeper slowly working forth and back. Linda was biting in the pillow and moaning and groaning. When I began to play with her wet pussy with my hands she soon got an intensive orgasm. I let my load go in her ass. After a shower together we celebrated the evening with drinks and snacks from the mini-bar before we got to bed for some nagging which ended up in long lasting fuck with her riding me before we fell in sleep. Our morning fuck was again her riding me, a position that she liked very much. When the conference was over at lunchtime, Linda and I thanked each other's for a pleasant time and decided that not have any further connection in the future as we both were happy married. A hug, a kiss, a good bye and I thought that my cheating would be a secret memory. But how wrong I was. Of course, I had a terrible remorse when I came home and met Emelie. I succeed to act in almost a normal manner until shit hit the fan two weeks later. Linda's husband had got suspicious, found her mini-bar bill with two of everything, forced Linda to confess, succeed to find the right bank where Emelie worked and rang her. Emelie got a shock, took the day off, went home and cried for hours before she moved out my belongings from our bedroom to the spare room. When I came home, I was met with a simple. "How in the hell could you do that to me?" I had no reply and accepted her demands for sleeping in the spare room and not have any objections to what she did until this matter was solved in one way or another which she preferred to choose. One attempt from me to tell her any lies and I was out of the house forever. Hard rules but what could I do? When our kids had got to bed, Emelie began her cross-examination of everything I had done during the conference including all details about the sex with Linda. I told her the truth. After three long hours she left for the bedroom with a, "Good night." The next day was a day of silence until Emelie told me that she was going out for the evening. She dressed nice but not noticeable sexy, more like a real lady. When dressed for going out my Emelie is a very handsome and beautiful woman. I couldn't remain silent and told her what I was thinking; "You are a very beautiful woman Emelie, far above the average. Even you have been to many conferences. I have never asked you any questions but I can imagine that you are a 'conference queen' one of the most wanted trophies for the hunting men. You must felt many 'banana in the pocket' during dancing slow tunes. You must been offered unlimited quantity of drinks. You must felt groping hands under your skirt when sitting at the bar. I don't accuse you for anything, but as living human being even you, at least sometimes, must been flattered of such an intensive courting and felt a such strong excitement for some very special man that he got something more than a hug and a kiss on his chin?" She didn't answer me, but blushed so she got a visible red color in her face. Then her taxi came and she went out of the house. I was still awake when Emelie came home about half past one. She went direct to the bedroom and didn't shower before going to her bed. Not comments during the breakfast. Even the next evening she went out, but now more casual dressed and came home about eleven. Not a word to me about what she had one. At the Saturday lunch she told me that her parents had promised to have our kids during the weekend and that Linda's husband wanted to see her during the evening. Emelie took the kids to her parents and when she was back at home about four o'clock she began dressing for the evening. She didn't close the door to the bedroom so I was able too see that she had chosen her sexiest outfit with small black laced panties and bra and light brown stay up stockings. Thereafter she had a short black slit skirt and a black silk top and black high heels. Her hair was well done and without any doubt she, when she was ready, was one of the most beautiful and sexist women I ever seen. She was my wife, but I my stupid idiot had probably lost her. I told her that I loved her and asked if there was any hope for us or I was expected to start packing my things. She replied that loving husbands didn't cheat and she had not decided anything about the future and it was up to her to tell me if or when it was time to begin packing. Before she left, she told me that she didn't know when she was back and that her mother wasn't well so I had to remain sober just in case I had to take the kids home. It was the worst evening in my life. The remorse in my mind and the fear for a divorce got my nerves almost out of the body. Hadn't been for her mother and the responsibility for my kids I had been totally boozed fifteen minutes after Emelie left, but the only thing I could do was sitting down and thinking what my lovely beloved wife Emelie was doing at that very moment. I was very close a total breakdown when the phone rang about eight o'clock. It was Emelie's best friend Anne-Marie. Her husband Sven is a good friend of mine so our families use to do many things together. She was in a very jolly mood, "Hi folks, what are you doing? Sven came home a few minutes ago with a large basket of different cheeses he had won at a delicatessen lottery. Great with the Rioja wine I bought today. Come over and have some fun with us." What could I say? I told her, "You're a sweet lady A-M, but I must say no thanks because I'm alone. Emelie is away on some family matter." Anne-Marie didn't gave up, "So what, that's no reason for you to sit the there alone? We are friends, aren't we? Please come over." I told her that I had got a terrible headache and therefore had to say no thanks to her kind invitation. Then I almost panicked when she offered to come over nursing me. When I had succeeded to avoid her offers, I was a total wreck. Nine o'clock the phone rang again. It was Emelie, who with a surprisingly soft voice told me that Anne-Marie had rang her cell phone and been very worried about me. She wanted to know how I felt. I told her that it was the worst time in my life but I knew that it was my own fault and had no right to complain. She asked me if her decision in one way or another about our future would make me feel better. I said yes, whatever you will decide will be better than sitting here fearing for the future. To my great surprise she told me that this evening would be as important for us as the engagement and the wedding. Therefore she wanted me to take a shower, shave my face and get properly dressed within a half hour and be ready for the final solution of the problem in our marriage. I was ready when Emelie came home. She was incredible nice that evening, at least nine points of ten available. I was happy to be married to her but the cruel truth was that I, for my own stupidity could have lost her within an hour. Without any further talk she asked me to sit down in the living room, went into the kitchen and came back with an ice bucket and bottle of "The Yellow Widow" the same French Champagne we use to have when celebrating our wedding day. Then she sat down opposite to me, poured Champagne to our glasses, sat down, crossed her nice legs and said, "A toast for all the happy times we had before this damn mess." Then she poured some more in the glasses and said, "A toast for you telling me the truth and for your co-operation after your confession. An honest man is always appreciated by us women and without any doubt, if you will be a honest man it will increase your chances to get a pretty woman to share your future with." Now she had got me down for counting to 9 and I feared what to came next. She must have noted my fear and took a long pause so her words really made the expected effect. Then, "A toast for me, though I had plenty of opportunities, I didn't fell for the strong temptation for cheating you as a revenge for what you did to me." Thereafter Emelie told me that at her job they have found out that for people after been cheated in a happy relation the average time for healing from the pain and forgetting the humiliation was about five years. When she continued saying that five years is a too long time for her to wait I had almost lost all my hope and must been pale as snow. Then she asked me if I was ready to hear her decision about our future. I said yes. After some silence she told me that she had never accepted to wait any five years for saving our marriage but as she expected us to be able to be back to a normal relation in much less than one year though she still was mad at me, she had decided to forgive me. Her reasons were: She loves me, I was a good father to her children, both Linda and her husband Eric had begged her to forgive me because what I did had saved their marriage and even our friends Anne-Marie and Sven had begged her to forgive me. But I had to accept Emelie's five conditions. She wanted a "Yes" or "No" without any comments. My sight of release must been heard outside the house and for the first time since this mess began she gave me a sweet smile before she continued with her conditions. First: Valid for both of us. No cheating, one more cheating and our marriage are history. Second: I'll write down my confession. Third: Talk to each other's if there is any problems in our marriage. Fourth: We shall have a dinner with Linda and her husband next Saturday evening at a hotel in their hometown and they will see us for lunch somewhere on Sunday. Fifth: If I accept her other conditions, everything what Linda and I did, I'll do the same to her, but better. Of course I, accepted her conditions and when she heard my "Yes" she came to me and gave me a long kiss and poured the remaining Champagne in our glasses and said, "A toast for our marriage" Thereafter she took my hand and led me to the bedroom where she slowly stripped everything except the stockings. To my surprise I noted that she had shaved her pussy for getting more pleasure of my licking. After the very sensual 69 she got a birch from her wardrobe and told me that only real thing was good enough for her. She got what she wanted and had even prepared the anal session with a jar of Vaseline under the pillow. We got dual orgasms during both the 69 and anal positions and ended up with a real intensive lovemaking in the missionary position. The morning fuck got to three times before we went up for brunch. Emelie told me that during her first night out she and a fellow worker of hers had been to a dance at a popular inn and she indeed could have chosen between several handsome men who tried to court her but had no such intentions. The husband of her friend had promised to catch them there and he took her home. The second evening out she and Anne-Marie had been to a cinema. Emelie had no intentions of cheating, neither with Linda's husband nor with somebody else. The Saturday evening she had spent with Anne-Marie and Sven at their house. The phone call was included in their plans and she had planned to stay there to Sunday morning but when they heard how miserable I sounded Anne-Marie had persuaded her to show me mercy and make my pain 12 hours shorter than she had planned. I'm very grateful for that. The next weekend we went to a nice hotel at Linda's hometown. Emelie had talked several times with both Linda and her husband Eric, who had told her that he had no hard feelings against me because what Linda and I did had opened his eyes for their problems and his long lasting phone calls with Emelie had opened his mind for a more open view of sex and saved their marriage which in his opinion had been in a much deeper crisis than Linda had thought. Both Linda and Eric had appreciated that I hadn't made any attempts to blame Linda for anything and had begged Emelie to forgive me. After frankness talking Emelie and Linda understood each other's very well and there were no hard feelings remaining between them. Of course, I didn't like the idea to meet Eric but had no choice. However, he was an easygoing fellow who told some funny jokes which opened up all of us. Emelie and Linda found out soon that they liked each other's even when they met. Linda and I skipped all apologies and had no problems talking as good friends. So to my great surprise we all had a pleasant evening and succeed to avoid talking about the damn the conference. Linda and Eric invited us for lunch at their house the next day. They seemed to be a happy family with two kids in almost same ages as ours. They had a nice home and Linda was a good cook Once again we four had a good time together. In the car on the way home Emelie told me that she had found Linda and Eric to been a happy family and even that a cheating could never been justified, but saving Linda's and Eric's marriage did it much easier for her to forgive me and that she had invited them to visit us during a weekend. I had no objections. EMELIE'S SECRET CONFESSION: When Eric rang me I got mad, totally mad. I had never expected that anything such could happen to me. My lovely beloved husband cheating at me with kinky perverted sex at a conference. After ten years I still am in love with him and thought that he should be the last man on the earth to cheat his wife because both of us hated cheating and had promised each other's that if it happened, our marriage was over. However, there was one serious reason why I didn't immediately asked him to leave the house, preferably to a very hot place which name begins with a H. The same reason prevented me from all thoughts about cheating on him as revenge. The reason was a swimmer. Thanks to him, my husband had got a secret bonus, which, for one time only, made him immune against divorce. But as my husband didn't know about his bonus, he now feared the worst to happen to him and I had no reason to palliate his pain. On my way to a dance for making my husband jealous he asked me about my own behavior at conferences and his words hit me as arrows because everything he said was totally right. I was very close to hug him, confess my sins and beg him to forgive me. But at the last second I got the power to skip it because it had only increased our problems and I wanted to save our marriage as soon as possible without any extra problems. The swimmer who saved our marriage had been in our national swimming team. I met him at a conference six months ago. I must confess that I, as many other women, had secretly admired his very well-built body many times during TV broadcasts from both our National Championships and the European Championships where he, as far as I can remember, even got some bronze medal. Surrounded by many horny women after the conference dinner he had asked me for a dance and thereafter bought me a drink and invited me to sit down and chat with him at a discrete booth where his right hand accidentally happened to rest on my hips and sometimes even made fumbling efforts under my skirt. Swimmer Saves Marriages Ch. 02 You are suggested to read "Swimmer Saves Marriages" before you read this story. Many thanks to -slither for editing this story. ADAM'S STORY It has been almost one year since Eric called my wife Emelie and told her about my affair with his wife Linda at a conference, which caused a terrible mess in our marriage. Emelie really "kept me in the freezer" for some time and I had a terrible remorse and fear of being dumped. However, after a while we succeeded to get back on good terms again and our marriage is now better than ever. Today, we are very good friends with Linda and her husband Eric because even if it sounds very unbelievable, it was my and Linda's conference night which saved their marriage. Now that they have solved the problems that caused the crisis in their marriage, they are very happy with each other again. During the past year, Linda and I have met during two conferences and, as the good friends we are nowadays, we have spent a lot of time together during those events. Of course, we have even danced to slow tunes, but neither of us have made any attempts or suggestions to go any further. Both of us regard real friendship to be worth much more than an affair. Linda and I even call each other now and then about matters regarding our jobs. Neither Emelie nor Eric are jealous of out friendship. Now it was Emelie who was away on a two day conference. It was about eleven o'clock in the evening, our kids had gone to bed and I was sitting alone in the living room reading my new cell phone manual when the other phone rang. It was a man who sounded as if he was a bit drunk who asked me, "Are you the poor wimp who is married to Emelie Olson, the conference slut?" "What do you mean?" "I've fucked your damn slutwife and now she's joined a gangbang gang for more cock." "Who the hell are you?" "Just regard me as a real friend who is feeling sorry for you. Poor cuckold, do you dare to DNA test your children?" And then the line went dead and there was no reply when I called back. I felt like I had been hit with a baseball bat, but I had some hope that it was a stupid joke or possibly an attempt at revenge by some nasty bastard who had tried to get into her panties and been told to take a hike. She might even have teased somebody who'd gotten very disappointed when he didn't get what he had expected. In the worst case scenario, she had had a quickie with somebody who expected the whole night or some asshole who envied a friend who'd had a quickie with her, and got mad when she denied giving him an equal favor. Whatever it was, something nasty was going on there and I wanted to know what. I called her on her cell phone. It was on, but she didn't answer my call so I left a voice message and asked her to call home. I even sent a text message. Then I rang the hotel, but nobody answered in her room. Of course, I could have driven to the hotel in less than an hour and a half, but I didn't dare to leave the children alone at home and get a baby sitter at that time wasn't possible. I did the only thing I could do for the time being, I called her every fifteen minutes. At half past twelve, her roommate Anna, a co-worker of Emelie's, took my call. She told me that Emelie had been together with a different group of people during the evening and she thought that Emelie was still at the bar. I convinced Anna to go back to the bar and ask Emelie to ring home. At one o'clock a tipsy Emelie called me, "Hi my poor darling, do you miss your pussycat so much that you have to call me to say good night?" "Where are you? I've tried to reach you for almost two hours." Now she understood that I had some reason to call her at that time and sounded a little less tipsy when she replied, "I'm in the bar and it is very noisy here so I couldn't hear the phone. What is it? Why are you calling me at this time?" She told me a lie because there was no noise around her. I asked her, "I can't hear any noise, how did you get everybody to be totally silent when you rang me? Please don't lie to me, where are you?" Now she was angry, "Why the hell are you calling me in the middle of the night asking me that?" "Because one of your friends there called me and bragged that even he had fucked the famous conference slut Emelie Olson and that you were eager to join a gangbang gang tonight. Did I interrupt you in some damn orgies? If I did, please go back to your orgy and stay there for ever." Now she sounded almost sober, "Oh my God, did you believe him?" "Where there's smoke, there's fire. I'll be there tomorrow and whip the truth from some asshole." She had began sob, "Please believe me, please believe me, it is not what you think. I'll come home at once and explain everything to you. It is not what you think." "What the hell is going on there?" "It is not what you think. Please believe me." "What the hell should I think? Your phone has been on and why the hell didn't you take my call? Because an orgy is more important? I'm puking." "Please believe me, I can explain everything, I promise to explain everything." "You have a lot to explain because he suggested me to have the children DNA tested." Now she was in a total mess and screamed, "No, no, no, no, it is not true, it is not true!" "I'll be there tomorrow, good night" I hang on. She called me twice more more but had no more to say than the usual "please believe me". At five o'clock in the morning she came home in a taxi. She was in a total mess and I sent her to the bedroom to sleep, which she accepted to do after I had promised to listen to her story when she woke up. I took a day off from my job and at nine o'clock Eric called me. Emelie had called him and Linda during her journey at home in the taxi and we had a long chat about the Emelie's problem. To my great relief he never mentioned that I had put him in a similar situation, and he didn't sound happy that I had gotten a taste of my own medicine. He was worried for Emelie, and begged me to think at least twice, and hopefully ten times, before I did something at all, and suggested I shouldn't do something stupid in this matter because I could hardly find someone who could replace her. I agreed and promised listen to what she had to say and do my best to reach a fair solution. Then Linda called me and she too asked me to be kind to Emelie. I promised to be that. At ten o'clock Emelie came out from the bedroom, and after a shower and breakfast, she was almost the usual pretty wife again. I asked her to sit down in the same chair she sat in when she gave me her decision after my affair. I told her, "You promised to tell me everything, please begin." EMELIE'S CONFESSION She began her confession with telling me that the man who rang me last night was an ex-national team swimmer. How she had seen him on TV in many national and international championship games and had admired his well-shaped body for a long time when he was on the top and how happy she had been when she had met him at a conference about a year and a half ago, and how flattered she had been when he had chosen her over all those younger girls who wanted to be his escort for the evening. She told me everything about how they stripped at his room and how disappointed she had been after his "rabbit fuck with a mini-penis" and she had left him. She continued with the terrible remorse she had felt when she came back home, and rather than telling me the truth, she decided to give me 'a secret bonus' and forgive me if I ever did something as stupid as she had done. Then her world had almost collapsed when Eric called and told her that I had spent a night together with his lovely wife and we had performed what Eric at that time regarded as very perverted sex acts. She asked me to remember that she had never pronounced the word 'divorce' after my cheating. Of course, she had no intention to fuck neither Eric nor anybody else as revenge for what I did to her. She intended to keep the decision she had made after her own cheating and forgive me. But as she regarded my cheating to be much worse than her own, she wanted to give me some extra punishment which almost got out of control, and she had interrupted it at once when she understood how much I loved her and in how bad a condition she had gotten me. Emelie had even been very close to stop everything and confess her own cheating when I had asked her about how she could avoid all that temptation she faced as one of the most beautiful, and therefore most courted, ladies at her own conferences. However, she had forgiven me and now regarded our marriage as better than ever. She told me that she had never regretted that she demanded we should meet Linda and Eric, which obviously had been helpful for them while they worked hard at saving their marriage, and that they were among our very best friends today. In fact, Linda and Eric were the only friends she could tell about her present problems. She had called them last night during her journey home in the taxi. Yesterday Emelie had met the swimmer again. When she and her co-worker Anna arrived at the hotel, he was one of the first persons they met, and she had noted on his tag that he was attending the same conference as she was. He had gotten a little fatter and a bit worn out since they had met about eighteen months ago. She had even felt a slight smell of alcohol when he said hello to her. She knew that many sport stars got personal problems when their time in the spotlight was over. Many of them went downhill very fast. Emelie had thought "poor bastard" and didn't consider him to be a problem during the conference. But he had not forgotten her, and after the lunch he had caught her and suggested a 'quickie' in his room, but accepted her 'no thanks, I have work to do' and gone away to try his luck with somebody else. During the evening, she had had dinner with a gang of four men and three other women and the gang had even been together at the bar after dinner, danced with each other and had had a good time. The swimmer, now rather drunk, had come to their table and asked her to go with him to his room. She had told him a polite, "No thanks." He had gotten mad and shouted in a loud voice, "What's the matter with you damn slut, have you forgotten that we have fucked before?" She could not resist her anger and had replied in a loud voice, "How can anybody forget such a tiny mini-willy, the size of my finger?" She had held up her left index finger in the air, which had caused a loud laugh both among her friends and among people at the surrounding tables as well. The swimmer had left with a, "Wait and see bitch." Nobody around the table had made any further comments and Emelie had forgotten the incident. But the swimmer had not forgotten his humiliation. He had obviously found a list of participants with their home numbers and phoned me. The reason why she had not heard my calls was that the gang had moved to the Swimming pool area where they had put all their valuables in locker before they began to play strip poker to get ready for the jacuzzi. As there were eight people, the game took some time. Emelie had only her panties left when Anna had found them and then it took some time to get her phone and find a quiet place from where she could call me. When Emelie had returned to the gang and cryingly told them that the swimmer had called me and probably even lied to me to make me believe that she had been fucking around at this conference too. She had told them that I was terribly mad at home and she feared a divorce. The gang had immediately interrupted their plans for jacuzzi and the four men had decided to give the swimmer an unforgettable lesson for breaking the common rule that "what happens at a conference stays there forever." They had found the swimmer at the bar and one of the girls had succeeded in persuading him to follow her out to the parking lot to share a joint in her car. She had no joints but something else had happened to him. Emelie didn't know what, but she was told that he had left the conference and checked out from the hotel with a black eye and a swollen lip. After thinking forth and back for a while Emelie had decided to skip the jacuzzi and the whole conference and go home and confess everything. ADAMS' STORY That was what she told me. I told her that it was high time to put all her cheatings in the same garbage can and confess everything she had done during conferences, company parties and girls' nights out. I promised her that my bonus to her, valid only as long as she sat in the chair, was to forgive all other cheatings than the damn swimmer. I warned her that if any other cheating came to my knowledge after she had gotten out of that chair, she was out. She promised me that the swimmer was the first, only and the last cheating she had done in her marriage. To my question about what she had expected to happen after the eight naked people, or better to say, four tipsy couples, had spent some time in the jacuzzi, she replied, "Nothing at all." Because all of them had agreed that it was only for fun and no sex would be involved. I can't deny that I found it very hard to believe that, but it didn't matter now because if her story was true her call to me and their bringing justice to the swimmer had interrupted them. She went up to her room for her suitcase. Therefore she didn't know if the others went back to the Jacuzzi and she had left the hotel, so she didn't know what they did. Emelie looked me straight in the eye and asked, "What are you going to do to me?" "We have both learned the hard way that the old saying 'what happens at a conference stays at a conference' is far from true. Therefore if you've told me any lies about other cheatings I'm sure to find out about them sooner or later, and then you are out. I really hope you told me the truth because it is at least much better for you but I don't know what to do yet." She sobbed, "Of course I told you the truth. I love you and I've forgiven you for what you did and I've forgiven Linda. Please forgive me." I replied, "I don't want a divorce because that damn swimmer probably saved our marriage once again. I'm sure that four naked tipsy couples in a jacuzzi had, without any doubt, would end up in an orgy, which would have terminated some of the eight involved peoples' marriages. Ours for sure." I continued, "They say that time heals all wounds, and I'll do my best to forget this damn shit as soon as possible, but it will not be easy. You treated me as some damn crap after my fling with Linda, though you at that time already were of the same shit yourself. You have no excuses, you didn't know that the asshole had a tiny willy when you went to his room and stripped for him there. What had happened if he had been well equipped? Would you have found excuses to see him regularly? It is not difficult for me to imagine what would have happened in that damn jacuzzi with you sitting naked and tipsy between two naked, tipsy, and horny men. You must be incredibly naive if you don't understand that at least one of the men would have gotten his fingers into your pussy, gotten you horny, and you would have been fucked by one, two, three, or all four of the men in a real gang bang orgy. Are you still sorry that the damn swimmer got your pleasures cancelled? You ought to send him a bottle of whiskey for saving your marriage. The worst thing in this sad mess is how you, a slut yourself, treated me after my cheating and made me almost crazy with remorse and fear of losing my dream girl, my wife, a real saint, who I loved so much. I couldn't imagine that there was such a small step from an admired saint to an average conference slut. You sat there in that same chair where you are now, like a damn judge with your conditions and champagne, and got a good laugh behind my back for scaring the shit out the wimp. Of course, there are no excuses for my conference cheating, it was a very stupid thing, but why did you, a conference slut yourself, act like a wounded saint?" Now she was crying almost hysterically and sobbed, "Please forgive me and please believe me, I had terrible remorse after my affair and your affair was so painful because I love you so much. I can promise you that it was a real hell. I wanted to punish you because I wanted be sure that you would never do it again. I have never, and I really mean never, regarded you as a wimp. Believe me, I have regretted the Saturday when I pretended to meet Eric many times and did my best to be a good wife. I've been unfaithful once, confessed it and beg you to forgive me. You can test our children if you don't believe me. I can work extra overtime and pay for it. Please tell me your conditions for forgiving me." What should I do? She was the perfect wife, a good mother to our kids, kept our family economy in good order, kept our home in good order, a good cook, very beautiful, and great in bed. Only an idiot would kick out such a woman. Of course, she had done a stupid thing and wasn't a saint any longer. But who was? Not me, because I had done the same mistake, and therefore neither could, nor wanted, pretend to be some fair judge in this mess. EMELIE'S THOUGHTS After I had talked with Adam I understood that it was the damn swimmer who had called him and bragged about fucking me and made Adam furious. I didn't want him to come and make a scandal at the conference so therefore I decided to go home as soon as possible and do my best to save my marriage. Anna and I had gotten there in her car so I took a taxi, which cost me a fortune but I don't care. At home, Adam, to my great relief, sent me to the bed without any further questions, and, to my great surprise, to my own bed in our bedroom. No timeout in the spare room. In the morning I feared the worst. Both for my cheating and for me treating Adam as crap when I had found out about his cheating. When Adam asked me to tell him my story, I told him the truth. When Adam told me that the swimmer had saved our marriage again, I understood that he had no plans for divorce. I can't deny that I was a bit humiliated when Adam offered me some kind of amnesty if I confessed all my cheatings. Why is it so damn difficult for him to understand that the swimmer was my first, only, and last cheating? Adam even made me in someway confused when he didn't say anything about the strip poker. Is it common with naked women at his conferences? And why was he so fearful of orgies after the jacuzzi? Of course, Niclas and Lena had obviously found each other during the evening and maybe even Carl-Oscar and Louise, but I can hardly believe they would have started any foursomes or orgies in public. If they had any plans for sex they did it discretely in their own rooms. I know for sure that I myself had no intentions of going any further with any of the other two men. They were pleasant and funny friends, but nothing else. Why does Adam think that all men want to cheat as soon as they get a chance? Sometimes I have to doubt that Linda was his first and only affair. He ought to know that there are faithful men, even at conferences, and I really hope that he is one of them. I love Adam very much and will accept his conditions whatever they are, even such humiliation as DNA testing the children. ADAM'S DECISION After a long silence I told Emelie, "I don't have any conditions for you, nothing at all. No spare room, no new rules, no revenge, no tests of our children, nothing at all. Now we are two equal pieces of crap who knows how much cheating hurts, and ought to do our best to keep this family together. Let's begin from scratch again." Emelie stood up from her chair and took my hand, led me to the bedroom and said, "Yes let's begin, let our first step be that I'll show you how much I love you and you show me how much you love me." Swimmer Saves Marriages Ch. 02 She came to me and gave me a real bear hug. Standing close together we began to kiss and undress each other. When we were both naked, I took her to the bed where we lied down for an intensive 69. I let my tongue play with her clit until she began to shake her hips in an intensive orgasm. She held my hips in a hard grip and didn't care about my warnings of "it was close". I did my best to keep it but had to let it go. She took everything without stopping sucking and much sooner than I could expect she had gotten it hard again. When she regarded my cock to be hard enough she climbed up and began to ride me in teasingly slow motions. Somehow we succeeded to reach an intensive dual orgasm and thereafter we continued to kiss each other for a long time. We had saved our marriage and I'm still sure that it was the damn swimmer's phone call which prevented Emelie from having more fun with the naked guys than our marriage could take. So once again, the swimmer saved a marriage. Swimmer Saves Marriages I had a good time and was proud that this very handsome man, a few years younger than me, had chosen me among so many available beautiful women. I lost all traces of common sense and followed him to his room where I asked if he still had as beautiful well trained body as he had when he was in the national swimming team. He promised to dress off to topless and show me if I did the same. I did, took off my top and bra and got horny as hell when we stood there topless hugging and kissing. I gladly accepted his suggestion to take off even the rest. Within a minute we were both naked and then everything went wrong. The swimmer had a very small penis, much smaller than my husband. At my job I've heard rumors, which says that those forbidden hormones and anabolic steroids, which are used by some athletes and bodybuilders, are shrinking their penis. I felt almost nothing when he laid me down on the bed and penetrated my now dripping wet pussy, fucked me as a rabbit during no more than two minutes and everything was over. After some pleasant necking, he was very good at that, he got hard and once again gave me a two-minute rabbit fuck. I had got enough, told him that I had promised to ring home, dressed and left his room. Never been so disappointed and humiliated. My remorse was on a terrible level when I came home and met my family. What should I do? Confess and probably have to pay with a divorce for those few minutes of been rabbit fucked with a mini penis. Much too high price to pay for so limited pleasure. I swore an oath that never cheat again, and if my husband did it, I'll forgive his first cheating without never pronounce the word "divorce" to him during the hullabaloo that had to follow after I had found out what he had done. How right I did, had it not been for the swimmer I could never been able to forgive my husband for his kinky conference sex. Thanks to those few terrible minutes of "rabbit sex" with the swimmer I had to and could forgive my husband and save two marriages, my own and Eric and Linda's.