The year 2003 was moving along, and the air was growing cold faster than I could have imagined. Both the Naturist and Swinging clubs were meeting regularly, and I have to admit, the political and sexual dynamics were turning out to be far more complicated than I expected. For example, Charlotte was immensely proud of her slave, Bryce.

 

 

And for good reason. He was a Greek God come to Earth. But she would never let anyone else touch him. Which was her right. Even so, she couldn't help but show him off. Sometimes, during gatherings at her place, she would command him to fuck her in view of everyone else.

 

 

I don't know if she was trying to make the women jealous due to the fact that only she could have him, or the men jealous due to the fact that we weren't him, but it was certainly a little strange, and came off clearly as a power move.

 

And then, there was Noah. He was technically the President of the Chestnut Swingers, even though Charlotte and I hosted most of the meetings. He insisted that at least twice a year, he'd be the host. And that was fine. Presidential prerogative and all that. But his and Ariana's house was tiny. So any swinger gathering there was bound to be an exercise in exhibitionism. Get the entire club inside that little shack, and it wasn't possible to have sex in private.

 

 

In fact, sometimes, the sex spilled out onto the porch, it was so crowded in there.

 

 

I also discovered that the official rules and boundaries of the club did not reflect the reality. Of course, certain rules were ironclad. No falling in love. No going behind your partner's back. Etc. But other rules, like not having sex outside of official gatherings, or even not having sex without a condom, were open for interpretation.

 

Grace surprised me one day at my home in the middle of fall to talk about business things that she might interest me as a writer.

 

 

Her porn production company was really taking off, but she thought it could use some more press, and since I had already done a big piece on her personal amateur porn empire previously, she wanted to get me to know her current project. She had a handful of future porn stars working for her, she said. There was Skye, the clear future star of the show. She was the real deal, a giant cock-loving slut who loved getting blasted in cum, and wasn't putting on a show just for the camera. Sometimes, she would cold-call her friends just because she was in the mood to suck a dick.

 

 

Kim was a lingerie model who, either because of an unscrupulous agent or bad parenting, had decided moving from modeling to getting fucked for a living was a good change.

 

 

Cali was a firecracker, worked the hardest in the gym, and worked herself just as hard as a live cam model.

 

 

I looked her up on Grace's website, and realized her real name was Colette. I knew her because I picked her up in a bar on New Year's Eve just a couple of years prior, and I could attest to the fact that she was a certified freak.

 

Grace also had working for her Alejandra and Karyn.

 

 

This was weird for me, as they were both from my neck of the woods. Back when I had rented out some of my property, they both rented from me temporarily until they moved into the city. Of course, I fucked both of them. This meant that among Grace's little porn empire, I had already fucked more of them than I hadn't. I kind of felt I owed it to myself to the complete the set at this point, and tried to find a way to get Grace to give me Kim's number.

 

But Grace quickly made it known that she felt I was destined to fuck someone else. Her.

 

 

This was strictly speaking against the rules. Even though Grace and I had fucked before, and even though she and Chad had a fully open relationship, club members weren't supposed to have extra, secret liaisons on the side. But Grace was so hot, I didn't care about the rules in that moment.

 

 

After that point, Grace and I started fucking on the regular, swingers club meeting or no. Can you blame me?

 

Anyway, as fall was coming to an end, it was time for me to burn some PTO and take another sabbatical, and I figured another trip to Komorebi was in order. I spent some more time on the slopes.

 

 

And I spent some time one day hiking up through the mountain to a famous shrine out in the woods, which was a transcendental spiritual experience, I can tell you.

 

 

I also picked up rock-climbing as a hobby, which was incredible for my physique.

 

 

And, of course, I tasted the local wares while I was there.

 

 

And I was making myself a part of Bridget's life, which made Aiyana happy.

 

 

I was honestly starting to feel some strange traditional romantic and family urges in me. I wondered for the first time if Aiyana and I might actually be able to make it as a couple. Sure, we hadn't been intimate in a long time, and I was getting my rocks off with a countless number of women. I mean, besides the swingers club, well...

 

Pedro hooked me up with his guy in Myshuno. Corey. Solid dude. Could get me weed or blow whenever I needed.

 

 

And his brother was sort of his right hand man, who also happened to be in charge of almost all the whores in town, which I also found to be useful information.

 

 

I know I said I was starting to feel a certain way about Aiyana, but a guy has needs, you know? Also, as you might be able to tell from the illustrations above, I was finally starting to feel fully fit for the first time, well, ever, and I wanted everyone to know. So, for no reason at all, after a blew a load in that whore's mouth, I ran through the Fashion District naked.

 

 

I know this doesn't really fit the narrative, but it happened, so I thought I'd add it. I don't know why it isn't standard practice to get dressed again before going home, but it's not, so I took advantage of it.

 

Oh, and also, I was still making wine, still getting good money for the screenplays I was writing, and still working on the Great American Novel. But all that will be in a future chapter.