An Adult Story Time

I had been married to my gorgeous husband for over four and a half years when he suggested swinging. I was very surprised, as I had never ever though of him as the type of guy who would want to swing. I was very vague on my opinion of the subject of swinging when he suggested it, because in truth - I wanted to think long and hard about it first before I agreed to anything.That night, I went and sat on our bed as he was cooking the dinner and I started my long, hard think about swinging. I decided after I had thought about it for a while that I was quite insulted by the idea that my husband wanted to become a swinger. I thought that it must mean that I do not satisfy him enough, so he has to go and find someone else. By calling it swinging, it makes it less like cheating, and more like a game. As soon as I had thought about it as cheating I was dead against it. There was no way I would ever cheat on my husband in my life ever! I love him far too much and can never even let the idea of cheating or swinging enter my mind! My husband was my first love. My first and only love, and I am completely devoted to him. I was hurt that he obviously didn't feel the same way about me, otherwise he wouldn't have suggested swinging. I got up from my bed, and slowly left the room when I herd him call me for dinner. We ate in silence. I could see he was dying to hear what I had decided, but I couldn't bare to talk about it, so I kept quiet. Eventually he was so desperate to hear what I had decided that he asked me straight out. "Well then honey?" he said watching me eagerly from across the wooden table. "What have you decided?" he stopped, nearly drooling as he waited for an answer, and when one didn't come he elaborated. "What have you decided about the swinging?". I blinked at him. Then I blinked again, and again and again getting quicker each time. I was trying not to cry and failing miserably. When my darling husband saw this his face immediately changed, and he rushed around the table to comfort me and ask what the matter was. I told him that I don't feel that he loves me anymore, and asked him if he remembered our first date. I don't know if he did or not, because through my tears I stumbled out of the kitchen and into the street outside, vaguely aware of him calling after me, and the sound of his feet running towards me.