I'll summarize: At first it was cool. I mean I was living the life of a rock-star. Within six months of knowing her, I'd probably done just about everything your average rock star has done on tour. Then reality starts to set in, and you realize that she's not staging these all girl orgies solely for your benefit. After that you realize you're not the sole supplier of penetration in her life either. Then you figure out she's not particularly honest....then it's just a year or so of pure hell as your work your way out of it.
Well, I would have to say that I don't think I'd care exactly why the girl orgies were happening, so long as I was involved.
After that you realize you're not the sole supplier of penetration in her life either.
You mean, not the sole male supplier? I see the problem.
Then you figure out she's not particularly honest....then it's just a year or so of pure hell as your work your way out of it.
I bet, if you could go back, you would do the same thing over again.
We guys are very good at thinking with our units.
Ouch. Good job: you've elicited genuine sympathy for having wild sex with dozens of stacked women. Not bad.