The Key Party — Swingers Wife Swap 2 -

Lena held the bowl. “Ladies first.”

Claire should have felt exposed. Instead, she felt seen. She unzipped her dress and let it pool at her feet. Tom’s breath caught. He didn’t move until she crossed to him and guided his hand to her hip.

Lena smiled, slow and deliberate. “Well then.” She took Mark’s arm. “Shall we?” Swingers Wife Swap 2 - The Key Party

By ten, the wine had loosened everyone. The librarian—a stern woman with kind eyes—collected keys on a silver tray. Claire watched Mark drop his Porsche fob next to a Ford key, a BMW, a Volvo. The clink of metal against crystal felt like a starting pistol.

Claire took the key. Then she took his hand. “Let’s go home first.” Lena held the bowl

At 2 AM, the rules said you could retrieve your original partner. Claire dressed quietly. Tom kissed her forehead. “No regrets,” he said.

Later—much later—Claire lay in the dark, Tom’s arm draped over her, the camera’s red eye unblinking. She wondered if Mark was holding Lena the same way. If the redhead—Rachel—was watching her husband with another woman, or if she’d drawn someone else entirely. She unzipped her dress and let it pool at her feet

Mark squeezed Claire’s hand. “Last chance to bail.”