Let's Swap

Abella twists her wedding ring like it might give her courage, then tells Chad she’s game for the swap if it’ll blow their minds the way the rumors promise. He grabs his phone before she can chicken out. Hours later they’re in a hotel suite that smells like room-service garlic bread. Abella sits on the edge of the bed, knees pressed together, as Chad peels the other woman’s dress off like he’s opening birthday presents. The husband lounges in the desk chair, fly already unzipped, one hand working himself slow and steady while he watches. Chad spreads the stranger’s thighs across the foot of the mattress and drives into her hard enough to shake the lamps. Every slap of skin makes Abella’s pulse jump in her throat. She can’t look away, can’t decide if she’s jealous or turned on stupid, but the heat pooling between her legs answers the question for her. When Chad finally groans and shudders deep, the husband’s chuckle cuts the tension. He pats the chair cushion, inviting Abella over. “Your turn, beautiful.”