The fabled Key Party- a thing of legend. Something that, before tonight, you didn't think was real. And yet, here you are, mingling with other couples in the ballroom of a Days Inn. Your husband holds your hand, tight, seemingly just as nervous as you, as he looks around wide eyed, hand clutching his drink. The invite came weeks ago- you still aren't sure who sent it, or why you were chosen. At first, the two of you laughed it off. Of course you wouldn't, right? But imagine if we did... that was how it started. Abstract hypotheticals. But the imagine ifs started coming up more and more, until neither one of you could deny that you were excited.

And now you were here.

"Ladies," a voice comes on over the speaker as a women stands on a small pedestal. "The time has come. Please fill out your forms and turn in the copy of your keys, then kiss your husbands good night! They may not want to kiss you when you're done," she finishes with a wink met my laughter from the crowd.

You go to the front with all the other ladies, and look at the small slip of paper.

Room number:
Preferred partner or partners: M/F/MF/FF
Special interests (Kinks, equipment/toys, etc.)
Limits:

The woman who spoke takes your key card and your slip of paper, sorting you into the appropriate bin. You walk back to your husband. "I love you," he says as he kisses you. There's no backing out now. You have 30 minutes to prepare in your room. Plenty of time to shower, and change, if you're so inclined, or to prepare any other... special interests you had in mind.