Leaves were greening, buds were starting to show, and although we had a few late cold snaps and even some flurries, spring was definitely upon us. I was spending a lot of time at Aiyana's. Partially to keep up my end of the parenting thing with Bridget.

 

 

I wanted to remind Aiyana every chance I could that I was very much invested in our family. We might still live apart, but only a creek separated us. I could see her house from my writing room.

 

 

And I also wanted to continually gauge her comfort now that she'd officially joined the Chestnut Swingers, but hadn't yet actually been to a gathering.

 

 

She promised me she was as ready as ready could be. She'd never had these types of open sexual experiences before, but the thought of them got her hot.

 

 

Which got me hot. But, anyway, it was good she was eager. The next gathering, which would be her first, was happening in just a few weeks, and it would be one of our big ones: the Love Day Fuckfest. We didn't do it on Love Day itself, because lots of members worked on Friday, but early morning the very next day, we'd start to gather at my ranch.

 

 

Or, in alternate years, Charlotte's mansion, of course. And from right after breakfast until at least midnight, we'd all be fucking like rabbits. I already had Aiyana's first experience planned out, which was my host prerogative, of course, and she was receptive. Since she already knew and liked Grace and Chad, I figured an old-fashioned partner-swapping foursome would be the best way to introduce her to The Life. She thought it was a great idea.

 

"Chad is hot as hell," she confided in me.

 

 

I also tried to prepare her for just what an all-day Fuckfest entailed. That it was a marathon, not a sprint. But I don't think she could quite get it until she experienced it. Nor could you, reader, so I'll save my explanation for when I get to it later this chapter.

 

Now, the smart thing to do would have been to for me to save my energy for the Fuckfest, but I think you know by now, I'm not that kind of guy. I like to keep busy. And with all my traveling, I hadn't visited Planet Honey in a long time, so I made it a point at the end of the work week to spend an evening there before heading home. The girls were happy to see me.

 

 

And I watched some sexy dances.

 

 

But, of course, I was really there for more intimate companionship.

 

 

And that's what Planet Honey offers.

 

 

And they are very good at what they do.

 

 

Now about this time, I got a call out of the blue from a man you might remember from early on, Mr. Rock Hardin. I was wary about taking the call, but I answered, and right off the bat he was very friendly and even apologetic.

 

 

"Connor," he said, "I just want to say how sorry I am for overreacting the way I did. I know you did your best to keep my name out of it, and it worked."

 

 

"In fact, it worked better than you expected! Even though the authorities couldn't pin anything on me from what you wrote, the people in my world who matter knew exactly who you were talking about. So that brought me even more business!"

 

 

"Glad to hear it," I told him.

 

 

"But, uh, I do have sad news to pass on. You may remember Kylie, one of my girls. She caught a bad chill this winter, and she passed. Doctors couldn't figure out how to help her, and she just withered away."

 

"Wow, I'm sorry for your loss," I told him. And I meant it.

 

"Thank you, I appreciate it. But the rest of us are getting along just as well as we can. And now that we've cleared the air, I hope you visit us the next time you are on this side of the pond!"

 

 

"Thank you for the offer," I said. "I'll keep that in mind."

 

"Please do. Cami at least would love to see you again! Now, I can hear the girls starting to have fun without me."

 

 

"So I think it is time I join them. Ciao."

 

 

And he hung up. Strange call, to say the least. I couldn't figure out what he was up to, but I certainly didn't trust him.

 

I had to admit, seeing Cami again would be nice, though.

 

Speaking of traveling, I needed to take a trip out to visit Pedro. I'd finished putting together the first draft of my manuscript, and he wanted to hear about it.

 

 

"Here's the deal," he told me. "You deliver two copies of your manuscript to me. Send it to the club. I have better security there. I'll pay you what I promised for the job. But I know nothing about publishing. You want it in print, then you take it to your publisher, and you keep the royalties."

 

 

"Totally fair-" I started but he cut me off.

 

"Before you publish, though, I'm going to take the second copy, and mark out in red ink the parts I don't want you to make public yet. Those parts are for me to sit on. Years from now, when they aren't useful to me anymore, you can put out, I don't know, an extended edition, or whatever."

 

"You want to keep the best parts in private for blackmail," I said matter of factly.

 

 

"Damn right I do," he said. "Look, I know you've sat on stuff for personal reasons before. Never did read that big sex club expose you promised. So don't go all journalistic ethics on me. I paid for this book, I want to use it my way. Got it?"

 

 

Pedro wasn't the kind of man you said no to.

 

"Hey, see this girl coming up to the bar behind me?"

 

 

"I do. She's hot."

 

 

"That's one of mine. Hey Maddy!" he said to her. "Take my friend upstairs, show him a good time on the house."

 

And that's what happened.

 

 

Anyway, this chapter is running long, and I promised I'd tell you, dear reader, about the Fuckfest, so here it is. We started gathering at my ranch early Saturday morning. Everyone made Aiyana feel very welcome.

 

 

But this was a day when we were all geared up to go hard for multiple rounds, so we didn't waste time, and got right down to it. Like I said, we'd agreed beforehand to start Aiyana with a safe foursome.

 

 

So we all gathered in the guest bedroom, and got cozy on the bed.

 

 

And before long, we were getting freaky. Mostly it was me and Grace together and then Aiyana and Chad together. To do otherwise wouldn't have been in the true spirit of swinging.

 

 

Now, we didn't allow anyone else to join, but we did purposefully leave the door unlocked, because we wanted Aiyana to practice getting comfortable with the exhibitionist end of things. And it didn't take long to start drawing a crowd.

 

 

And we went on for a while. It was a pretty drawn out, very hot group session.

 

 

And when all was said and done, we pulled the swapping double, and Chad busted in my girl.

 

 

And I busted in his.

 

 

Remember when I said before that wearing condoms was a rule that was loosely followed at best? Well, over the years, we'd all become so comfortable and trusting with each other, that the rule had pretty much become nothing more than a historical curiosity.

 

 

There was a lot of fucking going on all over the house.

 

 

And I don't think that day you would have found a single rubber anywhere.

 

 

I'm not saying that was smart. It wasn't. Just saying we'd fallen into a comfort zone.

 

Back to the sex party, though. I'd warned Aiyana that I - and all the men - would be in high demand. With twice as many female members as male, and with plans to go strong right up until midnight, the men had to be ready for round 2, round 3, whatever it took to make sure everyone was satisfied.

 

 

My first assignment after our foursome broke up and I had a chance to rest was to show some love to Anne.

 

 

Which turned into a threesome when Lillian joined us.

 

 

And then a foursome when Flora did likewise.

 

 

And was that it? No, of course not. Ariana was walking by, and she jumped in, too.

 

 

I don't know how I managed to conjure up the cum for all four of them, but I found a way.

 

Sometimes people had to take a break to get a snack, smoke a joint, or just sit and catch their breath.

 

 

Sometimes the men were so worn out, the ladies had to go on without us.

 

 

As it was getting late, some folks were still going strong, and I was trying to get a head start cleaning. I walked into the basement party room to see Erick and Sierra in the tub.

 

 

I tried to turn right back around, but Sierra saw me, and beckoned me over. And it was time for round three.

 

 

At that point, I'm pretty sure it was mostly just hope and dreams I was jerking out onto her tits. After that round was done, I didn't even finish cleaning. I just walked up to my bedroom, and passed out. I don't even remember if Aiyana stayed over. When I woke up after noon on Sunday, she and everyone else was gone. I knew I needed to have a sitdown with her and see how she felt about this now that she'd done it. But first, I checked my email, and saw something interesting.

 

Mr. Strathclyde-

 

I am familiar with your work from your days in Strangerville. I am not ready to tell you my name, but I am a scientist who has recently taken an apprenticeship with a company that works closely with the government. I believe a lot of my research is related to what you found in the secret lab there. I'd like to share more with you about this, if you are interested. You can reply to this email. The address is fake, but a packet sniffer on my private computer will detect it, and save it for me.

 

Signed,

Just a scientist

 

 

What could I do? I hit Reply:

 

Just a scientist-

 

Tell me more.

 

-Connor Strathclyde