There Were Eleven Men at the Orgy.
I Only Fucked Nine of Them. (part one)
It was the wildest sex party I ever attended — a two-day event.
I had sex with nine men over the course of the two days. It was the most sex I had ever had at any single event — and my husband wasn’t there.
Am I ashamed? Embarrassed? No! The whole event is a very special memory that I will always carry.
Why didn’t I have sex with every man at the party?
Two of the guys kinda turned me off. One was a bodybuilder, full of himself. He seemed to think that any woman would be lucky to be fucked by him. I wasn’t impressed. I knew the moment I met him that I would not be having sex with this guy.
Another guy just didn’t appeal to me. There was nothing wrong with him. Just no spark. But the other nine boys all rang my chimes.
Howie was the host of the party in his Las Vegas home. Mark and I had swapped partners with Howie and his wife at a local hotel in our hometown. We all had a good time. Mark had enjoyed Howie’s wife.
Apparently, Howie took a special shine to me. He contacted me weeks later to not only invite me to a swinger’s party at his house, but to even pay for my plane fare to get there.
