People tend to disagree, sometimes violently, over what constitutes "promiscuous" behavior. The dictionary is rather blase on that account, and leaves a great deal open to interpretation. Clerics and evangelical types (and even a great many pagans, atheists, etc.) often tell us that sexual behavior with more than one person in one's life is a foot on the highway to hell. One can sense, if one is anything approaching a normal human with the usual urges, that these definitions leave something to be desired.
In the context of romantic writing, it's pretty usual for the female heroine to be "lusty", full of appetite, and capable of multiple orgasms. That's why I avoid reading romantic fiction (well, if there's a romance novel in the bathroom at Mom's house I might have a peek), because: How is a female human supposed to become that "lusty" when she's totally inexperienced? It doesn't seem realistic in the least.
I mean, love can only go so far and no further when it comes to filling in that gap between urge and mechanism.
I realize that romantic fiction is geared toward an audience that is devoted or committed, in one way or another, to the ideal (if not the actual practice) of having only one sex partner for life. I suppose that is a worthy ideal in a sense, but-- wait, no, it isn't worthy in ANY sense. Forget that I said that.
Anyway: Whether it's worthy or not, the descriptions of romantic and mechanical sexual behavior between hero and heroine are in the ideal sense supposed to supply some of the heat that is lost in a long-term monogamous relationship WITHOUT making the reader want to drop what she is doing to run and put an ad on Yahoo Personals-- "looking for that special strong-armed stableboy". It's a razor's edge, in other words.
THERE'S the worth and challenge of romantic fiction! And frankly, it's a challenge I admit I'm not in the least equal to.
I would agree with the above posters that if a romantic heroine has sex with more than one partner in a novel, it should either be by some type of unhappy circumstance or error, and/or depicted as a process by which she learns that romance should lead her life decisions.
See, I can say those words, but I can't translate them to anything intelligible as far as a story. Oh well... no one's perfect... Frankly, the sluttier and more unprincipled someone is, the more I tend to like him or her. My life history will NEVER become the subject of any type of romantic writing, at least in this continuum.
I hope this was helpful!