Our First Wife Swap: Heart-Pounding Voyeurism in the Fireplace Glow
The week dragged forever. Finally, Saturday night hit. Dinner rushed, we hit the living room. I’d lit the fireplace, casting warm, flickering light. Shadows danced. Our hearts hammered. No turning back now. New couples formed right away. Lise went to Marc. I faced Lou. Awkward silence hung thick, except for Lise. She started unbuttoning his…