After the new year came around, it was confirmed that Anne and I were both accepted into the Chestnut Swingers. I was eager to see where this new adventure led. I felt like I'd probably blown my chance with Erin. I hadn't spoken to her in months. She was a big star now. Got the starring role in one of those comic book movies that are all the rage now.

 

 

It had come out during the big holiday blockbuster season, and her performance was so lauded, she won a nomination for a Best Actress award. I watched her win, all of 21 years old, wearing one sexy leaf-print number, and thought about the great times I'd had with her less than a year before.

 

 

I wanted to call her, but I'd heard through the rumor mill that she was seeing that musician again. I couldn't imagine the sexy things she was getting up to with that lucky guy in her mansion.

 

 

I was still hard at work, focusing mostly on screenplays at the moment. Maybe it was a subconscious way of trying to manufacture an excuse to cross paths with Erin again? I don't know.

 

 

But when the call finally came that the first Swingers event since I was accepted would be happening, I put Erin out of my mind. Did a little extra exercise that week, just to feel as fit as I possibly could.

 

 

Anne and I were invited to show up to the party first, so we could meet the host. It was a damn nice house up in Oasis Springs.

 

 

The host was a business woman named Charlotte. She seemed nice. She explained that she was one of the single ladies in the club, no man attached, which suited her fine, because she considered herself a bit of a sex addict, and suited the club fine, because her giant home was perfect for sex parties.

 

 

Once Anne and I were comfortable, the other members started showing up, and it didn't take long for them to start losing articles of clothing and chatting it up.

 

 

I actually ran into someone I knew there. Unbelievably, Grace (as in the famous porn star BustyGrace from a few chapters ago) was a member!

 

 

I'd never seen her at any of the nudist gatherings, and she explained that she and Chad were so busy lately, because they were launching some new business venture, that they couldn't really get together, but they never missed welcoming a new couple to the Swingers.

 

 

Anyway, small talk didn't last long, as people started getting busy anywhere they felt like it.

 

 

I tell you what, I would not have been disappointed at another chance to get with Grace, but our hostess Charlotte had already made it clear I was going to be hers that night, so she took me up to the master bedroom, and I got welcomed to the club in the proper fashion.

 

 

She was a great fuck, and to make it better, when she could sense I was almost ready, she requested - more like commanded, really - that I rip my condom off and blow all over her tits. I was happy to oblige.

 

 

Before getting back to the party, we sat and chatted for a while, and while admiring how she wore my handiwork on her chest, I had the chance to ask her more about the club.

 

 

But my first question was more about her, and it led to discovering one of those weird little coincidences life can throw at you. If she was single, I asked, who was this young stud who appeared to be living with her, but didn't take part in the festivities?

 

 

That, she told me, was her slave.

 

 

This guy lived with her, and spent all his time working out and pleasing her sexually.

 

 

But he was hers, not a member of the group. So he could be eye candy for the ladies at the party, but he didn't get to get his rocks off until after everyone else left, assuming she was still horny enough for it.

 

If this reminds you of Rock Hardin's girls in Windenburg, there's a reason for it. I guess Rock and Charlotte both procured their sex toys through the same shadowy underground slave trade.

 

Anyway, Ariana was outside passing around a post-sex joint, so we decided to join the group.

 

 

From then on, Charlotte and I hosted most of the parties, since we had the two biggest homes.

 

 

And now I can finally answer that question about why you don't remember me writing about any of this before. Well, the answer is, because I didn't. I went into this thinking it would be a great story, but once I got accepted, I didn't want to expose these people. I had found a group of friends who enjoyed being debauched just as much as me, maybe even moreso. And I wasn't going to screw up a good thing. So I told my editor the story didn't pan out, and I stayed a full-time member of the Chestnut Swingers.

 

 

And I absolutely made the right choice.