At the Bar [contemporary Love Story]
Copyright© 2025 by Laxu
Chapter 4
You see ... having earned an arts degree in college, I had a “liberal” sort of college experience. I made many really good friends that I was close with since we had been through so much. Friends that were not burdened by societal norms, such as with sex.
We were safe in what we did, but we did experiment ... a lot. From threesomes to BDSM and even some public stuff, we did a lot. It was fun as we were open to trying things. In a way it was strange as no one was “dating” anyone. We were just friends. When we hung out with someone, if both were cool with having sex or trying something, we just did it. Just a bunch of artsy people wanting to learn about life.
When I got together with my wife, I was honest about my past sex life. Actually, I am always open and honest about that part of me. For some reason my wife treated it as a competition or something. Like she had to prove she could do anything that I’ve tried and more, as if I cared. Same with my ex-girlfriend.
Both my ex-wife and ex-girlfriend said they were super-freaky, even if I said I didn’t care. But both proclaimed they could match me in that area. That whatever I wanted to try they would do and do it better. Granted, most of this happened in drunken rants.
I’ve learned that when someone has to repeatedly boast about how kinky they are, it means they aren’t. Such as with my ex-wife. I still remember the evening that we were laying in bed and fooling around. She then declared she wanted me to “lose control” and fuck her as hard as I could. I hadn’t even started trying when she broke down sobbing.
You might think this is because I was being overly aggressive or hitting her, but no. As I mentioned, I hadn’t even really started, except for trying to get into position. What caused her to cry is that I grabbed a handful of her hair. This proved far too much for her to take so she broke down sobbing and killed any arousal in that bedroom.
Sure, she apologized and said how she wasn’t expecting me to do that. Just as I apologized too for not checking first. She said she wanted to try again and this time wouldn’t cry. But I could see in her eyes that her heart wasn’t into it. Or at least not into it with me.
The next time when we tried again, she just got mad when I kept asking if I was being too rough. Then when we tried to do some BDSM things, she would make up excuses why she wanted to stop. Such as she couldn’t see my face, so she couldn’t tell if I was enjoying myself. I tried to get her to talk to me, to be honest about what she wanted sexually, but she never was. I was always up front telling her that I never wanted to do anything she wasn’t comfortable with.