Claire took the key, her fingers brushing his. “We’ve talked about it for a year. The last swap at the beach house was… fine. But this,” she tapped the card, “is the real thing. The Key Party.”
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. Swingers Wife Swap 2 - The Key Party
His guest room was all gray velvet and low lamplight. He poured two fingers of bourbon. She asked, “Does your wife know about the blue grip?” Claire took the key, her fingers brushing his