“Hold on a second! Are you telling me you want to be gang banged?” This couldn’t possibly be the girl I married. She could barely acknowledge there was such a thing as sex! True, we had been to two or three gatherings that could be called swinger parties, but that was more curiosity about her boss and his friends than any real interest on our part. We hadn't participated. I couldn’t get my head around what she was saying....

My husband and I moved to Philadelphia, so he could attend grad school, in August 1978. We’d been married just over a year. I was only twenty-three then. Neither of us was familiar with city, but we quickly found an apartment we were very happy with. It was some distance from both the university and my eventual job, but we had a car and there was a nearby train stop. I was also fortunate in finding a job, as an administra...

Two weeks ago, I had sex with two men on the beach - two at the same time. No, It isn't very comfortable to admit that. On the other hand, I wasn't precisely distraught by the experience. Of course, eighteen-year-olds aren't known for nuanced analysis. The only person I spoke with about that adventure was my friend and soon-to-be roommate, Janet. We'd been pals since elementary school and told each other nearly everything...

I was eighteen, about to begin my first year at college. An inheritance from my grandmother had left me pretty well set up for the immediate future. There was money for school, and I’d taken a lovely apartment in Boston with a friend from high school. Her family subsidized her, so we'd have far better accommodations than most first-year students. The only hitch was the apartment wouldn’t be ready until late August. As it...