It was Camille’s idea.
They were on vacation in Lisbon, tucked into a boutique hotel full of moody lighting and old jazz records. Ryan had brought up the idea once, years ago — a third. Not out of boredom. Out of curiosity. But they hadn’t pursued it.
Until Jude.
They met him at the hotel bar. He was reading something in Portuguese, drinking red wine alone, and looked up just as Camille passed him on the way to the bathroom. When she came back, she sat beside him instead of Ryan.
That was the beginning.
They talked. One drink turned into three. Ryan joined them, amused at first, then intrigued. Jude was easy — charming without trying, the kind of man who didn’t flirt so much as invite you to notice him. By the time they stood to leave, Camille said it aloud.
“Would you like to join us for one more glass?”
Jude smiled. “Where?”
The room was lit by bedside lamps and city lights bleeding through sheer curtains.
Camille poured the wine, hands slightly trembling. She wasn’t nervous. She was ready. Ryan sat at the edge of the bed, watching her, his gaze warm. Jude stood by the window, calm, waiting.
Camille walked to him first.
She kissed Jude slowly, turning her head just enough to see Ryan watching them, his eyes dark. She kissed him again — slower this time — and then stepped back.
Jude turned to Ryan. “Okay?”
Ryan nodded. “Touch her.”
Jude did.
His hands were careful, sliding beneath Camille’s dress, his mouth grazing her neck. She gasped, leaning into him. Ryan came behind her, unzipping her dress, kissing her shoulder as Jude explored lower. She was in the middle of them — held, touched, seen.
It wasn’t rushed. Jude knelt before her, Ryan kissed her from behind. Her legs trembled, her moans muffled by Jude’s mouth, her hand gripping Ryan’s.
She came with both their names on her lips.
They didn’t go further that night. Jude didn’t stay.
But when he left, he kissed her forehead. Shook Ryan’s hand. Said nothing more.
The next morning, Camille sipped her coffee by the window, wearing nothing but one of Ryan’s shirts. She looked over her shoulder.
“I want to see him again.”
Ryan smiled. “So do I.”
