Wife Swap 2 - The Key Party | Swingers

Mark turned it over in his palm. “You sure about this?” he asked, though his voice had an edge of thrill, not hesitation.

“Not a chance.” She grinned.

A reminder. Of Tom’s hands. Of the camera’s red eye. Of the way Mark had looked at her just now—not with jealousy, but with a new kind of hunger.

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?” Swingers Wife Swap 2 - The Key Party

“Lena’s,” he said. “She wants us to come back next month.”

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.

The Harrison house was a modern glass box perched on a hill, lights low, jazz drifting from hidden speakers. Inside, a dozen couples mingled, drinks in hand, laughter easy. Claire spotted the hostess, Lena Harrison—a sleek brunette in emerald silk who kissed her on both cheeks. Mark turned it over in his palm

Tom offered his hand. “No pressure,” he said. “We can just talk.”

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

But Claire shook her head. “We came here to play.” A reminder

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

Lena held the bowl. “Ladies first.”

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.