Mon Chocolate Sucré Chapter 3 (Yet again, English with a french title)

Story by Zixtank

Heeeey people. First things first, I'm REALLY sorry for the incredible delay on this one. Truth be told, the chapter's been halfway done for over two months now, I just haven't had the actual time to finish it due to stress of finding a job. But last night I thought to myself "Dammit Me, go finish that thing before everyone forgets about it!" And so I did.

Well, now that the apology is out of the way, here's the third chapter in the installment of my series; Mon Chocolate Sucré: Encore Plus (My Sweet Chocolate: Yet Again). It's written as a direct sequel to the second chapter (both first and second are in the link below).

Mon Chocolate Sucré Chp 1 & 2

Now, for some ridiculous reason, the two chapters, who were originally in separate threads, were moved together into the same and I have NO idea why. If anyone knows, PLEASE tell me.

Now, enough chitchat about that. Here's the third chapter which I think a few of ya might have been waiting (a bit too long) for. thanks for being patient with me :)

Oh, and if you think anything should be rewritten or feel something is inconsistent, I'd be very happy to hear of it. Same about typos. If you find any, please copy-paste the paragraph into a spoiler tag in the comments so I can read it later. Thanks again =)

Mon Chocolate Sucré: Encore Plus

“Swinging,” I muttered with such exasperating that I could barely keep my head still where I lay in Ari’s lap. She’d already spent the last half hour braiding my long, wavy blonde hair and was now doing the same to my bangs, making a multitude of tiny braids over my forehead.

“Sit still,” she said sharply before forcing my head down again, but the damage was done so she had to redo the braid she was doing.

“Seriously, asking something like that.” I felt as frustrated then as I had the previous two days since Rob had proposed it. As soon as Ari was done with the braids, I got up and stomped around the couch. “I’ll call him and say it’s off.”

That was the fourth time I’d threatened to do it. And for the fourth time, I let my cellphone stay where it was on the table so I went back and lay face down in Ari’s lap again.

It was two days since Rob and Jacquelyn, aka Jackie, had come and proposed the idea of swinging; the act of two couples swapping lovers for a night in order spice up the relationship. But did we truly need spicing? It wasn’t an easy question. Sure, the sex was great and I had no complaints about Ari in any way. Maybe it was the idea of relatively normal sex that made my mind race.

“I need a drink.” I muttered, got up and dived behind the mini bar that looked all too much like a miniature version of an actual bar. Pouring myself a glass of scotch and added two large ice cubes, I looked up and was about to ask Arianne if she wanted one as well before the memories of that particular elevator ride came into mind.

“You shouldn’t drink just to drink.” Arianne said, frowning.

“It helps me think.” I replied and took a sip, grimacing at how strong it was. Whiskey had a tendency to be after all. “And if you make a single comment on how that rhymed, I’ll be pissed.” Ari only smiled before she tapped the touch pad on her laptop standing on the table.

“Did you check out the site I signed us up on?” She asked, lying on her side with her head propped up against her arm, scrolling through a forum I didn’t recognize at once.

“Oh, that swingers site?” Now it was my turn to frown. “Couples’ Place, wasn’t it?”

“Palace.”

“Whatever, it’s probably all junk either way.” I thumped down beside her and snuggled up against her belly. The feeling of her soft muscular abdomen got a reaction from down below.

“It’s got about half a million members across the globe.” At Ari’s words, I almost spit my drink out.

The site turned out to be less junk than I’d imagined. It even had dedicated groups for individual countries where even exceptionally conservative and religious countries like Iran was listed. On the top was, of course, the US whose members made up roughly half the site if not more.

There were groups for different fetishes, threads for requests, meetings, pictures and videos, relationship discussion, and even a whole section for mere trivia, fun and other topics irrelevant to dating and such.

And, of course, in the middle of it all, it was the swingers section.

“There sure are a lot of people who’s into this.” I muttered as we looked through. Most notably though, it wasn’t just couples who were looking for other couples, but singles as well. Most were men, but a few girls and women were also up for meeting couples for dates, sex and even voyeurism.

The latter part made me unwillingly remember Rob standing in the window of his room and I averted my eyes from it, refusin

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