Everyone comes up a winner when four-hundred sexually-charged people gather in this desert hot-spot for a swinger’s convention.

As Bill and I stepped from the cab and stood in front of the brightly lit Las Vegas hotel, he said, “How in the world are we going to recognize the swingers?” Not wanting my husband to sense my apprehension, I pressed his hand tightly and replied with faked confidence, “We’ll know.”

Bill and I enjoyed our group sex experiences back home, but because of our careers, we had been reluctant to attend a swingers convention. On the other hand, I couldn’t imagine anything more exhilarating than spending three days with four-hundred sexually-charged couples. And, at least, if we ran into anyone we knew, we could rest assured that they were into the swing... Read More