People think group sex is a thing of the past. You know, a 70s swinger’s thing. That is far from the truth. Swinging never went away; it just went underground for a while. The 70s and 80s were a far less moral time. People didn’t let social mores dictate their lives. The lack of caring what people think about you is making a comeback. I have never cared what people think of me. Call me a slut, call me a whore. Those aren’t negative terms to me because they mean I am enjoying life! New York City is full of sex clubs. This is a kinky city. We have gay sex clubs, BDSM sex clubs, swinger’s sex clubs and just about any legal fetish club you can imagine. I know them all and I have likely been to them all too. I wanted to be there for the inaugural party of a new singer’s club in town. I have orgy fantasies like anyone else. Well, maybe not like anyone else. I am a sex addict. I want lots of sexual partners and at once too! I went to the club solo. The benefit of being a woman is that you can go to sex clubs alone, but men need a partner or a sponsor. I was the belle of the club. I was the only woman there without a husband. That meant none of the women liked me much. I didn’t care. I was willing to get gang banged in the club while wives who were there just to appease their husbands watched me entertain their perverted partners. I took on every man at the club, even the staff. I was so freshly fucked that I left cum stains on the cab seat I was sitting on to get back home. I waddled into my house smelling like jizz and kind of sore. I got into my bed next to my husband and slept like a baby.
