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A sperm filled condom, the third of the evening, flopped with a dull thud into the receptacle set next to the arm of the couch that I was bent over. Glancing behind me, I was dismayed to see that the queue of guys waiting to take their turn with me had grown. I cursed my boyfriend Eddie and my own foolishness for agreeing to join a private swingers club. What I hadn’t known at he time was that as a newbie, I had to take a turn as the club’s “bike”, which involved my going bottomless and dr****g...