Tell All Your Friends (20Th Anniversary Edition)

This book does for the sex club scene what 50 Shades of Grey did for S&M.
A woman's curious exploration of the swinger's lifestyle. What goes on behind closed doors?
A woman agrees to keep an open mind and check out the bar a few of her friends have been trying to get her into. The catch is- it is a swinger's bar.
One summer night, after one relationship fails and another looks to be heading that way, she agrees.
Needing to blow off steam, and curious about what really goes on in a place her friends swear "is just like any other bar- only sexier" she nervously decides to see for herself what all the fuss is about.
She doesn't want to go alone, so she recruits her soon-to-be ex-boyfriend to go with her. Even though this relationship is nearing it's end, it has been a playful, sensuous relationship from it's beginning, and there is no one else she would trust sharing this secret experience with.
She soon finds herself in a surreal environment, watching and eventually partaking of a few aspects of what swingers call 'the lifestyle'.
Not sure minute to minute if she is aroused, disgusted, or just weirdly amused by the situation she willingly got herself into, she quickly finds herself in over her head.
Unsure if she wants to learn to swim in these erotic currents, she has to decide whether she wants to jump in or walk away from it all after just one swinging summer.

This book is intended for mature readers.

Excerpt:
I dragged myself through work on Saturday. I was tempted to stay home in my Pj's all day, on the couch, watching Lifetime, but I didn't. I didn't want to give a man that much control. There isn't much in life that is under our control, but I've always believed that the one thing I could control was my reaction to a situation. And I was determined to react like a rational grown-up in the face of a break-up by putting on my big girl panties and going to work like a productive member of society. That and I needed to pad my check, all that lounging around being catered-to was costing me income.
Thinking about big girl panties made me think of Caleb. Thinking about staying home on the couch on a Saturday also made me think of Caleb. The fact that my brain insisted on bringing Caleb up all the time depressed me. I tried the tell myself that I should be happy to be depressed. That meant that last night I had skipped denial and gone straight to anger. No arguing with that one. I must have slept through bargaining, because I was smack in the middle of depressed. At this rate I should hit acceptance soon, and maybe that meant I could fly through all five stages of grief in one weekend, and be over this guy by Monday.
'So be sad,' I told myself. 'Revel in it. You can be sad and work at the same time. No one expects a jolly process server anyway. And you haven't had anyone in your life to be sad about in quite a while. Just think of the last guy, the one you were not going to date Caleb because of. Boy we sure weren't sad once we kicked him to the curb, no way. He was a relief to get rid of. Enjoy the sad. Today. And then get the hell over it.'
By Thursday I was debating with myself about whether or not to go out Friday, knowing I may run into Caleb. Honestly, Thursday went by fast. Something about spending the day driving around by oneself, imagining all the various ways Caleb was suffering without me made for an entertaining day. That and the many ways I imagined him throwing himself at my feet, begging for my forgiveness, while I just stepped over him in my awesome new knee-high boots and kept on going, oblivious to his tears made the day pass quickly.
I was glad to see I still had my sense of humor because trust me, some of those scenarios were freaking hilarious. One involved the blow-up doll and goat from huge arms' story, and it wasn't pretty. Funny, but definitely not pretty.