The Tales From The Tavern: Revenge, Bitch - Sex Stories

The Tales From The Tavern: Revenge, Bitch

... lead to a rather wild night. We were only together for a little more than a year. But within that time, I truly fell in love with her like I never had with any girl before. She just felt like the one I belonged to. For a moment there, I really thought I had found me the girl of my dreams; the girl I wanted to spend my life with. But from one day to another, things went south. Just like that. I should have known better, when she asked me if I was willing into an open relationship. Of course, I was surprised by her request, but not quite shocked, though. I told her I needed a moment to wrap my head around it. Later, I agreed under the condition that one: we would tolerate each other's adventures as long as it wasn't like every other night or so, and two: we would be honest about it with each other, be allowed to ask any question whatever uncomfortable they were, and get honest an answer to it. Why not? We were young, unexperienced, naïve, adventurous. The thrill of it was very appealing to both of us. I couldn't have been more wrong. What an idiot... This worked out pretty OK for a while. She had her adventures, nothing too serious, though – all within agreement. I didn't feel like she was cheating on me. In return I got to ask anything I wanted. Fine for me. It even turned out that I got pretty turned on by listening to her stories. They weren't many though. She had like two escapades in like six or seven weeks. Or did she have three? Doesn't really matter anyway. And then, ...

... one day – I was out at some rock show at an open air festival I can't really remember, for the girl I had in view distracted me too much from the actual band playing – I thought I'd allow myself a nice little adventure too, so I'd have a nice little story to tell as well. So... I... uh... hooked up with her. Nothing too serious either, though; just some touchy feely stuff, no actual fling. Again: nothing too serious. And, yeah, I told Emanuelle about it.. And guess what... She wasn't so amused, no, she was like really pissed about it. So... Big fight. Sure, she gets to fuck around, but I gotta stay true? Don't think so. Well, she broke up with me after first telling me that she needed some time to herself to think, and letting me wait in my little misery for a few weeks. 'Cause I really was miserable, you know? Me ready to give up anything for her, basically just wishing she'd be the one I'd spend my life with, yeah? So much for the open relationship... As I said: I should have known better from the very beginning on. What a shame. But hey, that's the way things were. Of course I had tried to move on. A rather hard task, considering that I had really believed we would work things out together. I had just put way too much effort in a relationship that was bound to fail from the moment she asked about that relationship... uh... upgrade. And of course moving on had consisted in trying to find me a new girl. Wasn't even as hard as I had initially been afraid of, but equally easily ...