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"But now you're wondering if it could be more," Nisha finished for me.
"I don't know what I'm wondering," I admitted. "I'm married to Connor. I love him. But with Nick... it's not just sex. The three of us together—it feels right in a way I wasn't prepared for."
"So you've stumbled into a potential poly triad situation," Nisha said matter-of-factly. "It happens."
"Does it? Because I've never heard of it happening to anyone I know."
"You might be surprised," she said. "It's more common than you think, especially when there's genuine connection and trust involved."
I pulled my knees to my chest, feeling suddenly vulnerable despite the warmth of the sun on my skin. "I don't even know if that's what I want. Or what Connor wants. Or what Nick wants. We haven't talked about it—we're all just pretending this is still under the umbrella of 'vacation fun.'"
"Then maybe you should talk about it," Nisha suggested. "Before Sunday comes and you're all forced to make decisions based on rules you set before you knew what this could become."
"But what if neither of them wants more? What if Connor thinks I'm betraying our marriage by even suggesting it? What if Nick just sees this as a fun fuck with friends and nothing else?" The questions spilled out, each one loaded with fear I hadn't allowed myself to acknowledge until now.
"Feelings are complex, Lila," Nisha said gently. "They don't always follow the rules we set, no matter how good our intentions. Rules are just structures we create to make ourselves feel safe, but they don't change what's happening beneath the surface."
I thought about that. "Speaking from experience?"
"You know I am," she sighed. "Remember when Julian asked me for that 'hall pass'? We had very clear rules. One night, predefined person, full disclosure afterward, no repeats."
"Did you finally take him up on it?"
"It's so messed up, Lil. It was that guy from my yoga class? I thought he was new in town, and the perfect anonymous stranger. Turns out he was Julian’s best friend when they were kids."
"Oh shit."
"Yeah, well. I feel so guilty. And Julian hasn’t even had his hookup yet. He doesn't even seem interested."
"Really?"
"I don't know what's going on, Lila," she said with a sigh. "But enough about me, what are you going to do?"
I looked back toward the pier, where the two men had given up on fishing and appeared to be talking, heads bent close together. "I don't know. Connor seems completely at ease with everything. And Nick... he's hard to read sometimes. But they've gotten closer this week, not just through me. They spend all of their time together, even when I go out for a walk or whatever."
"Including sexually?" Nisha asked bluntly.
The question caught me off guard, but the truth hit me the instant I thought about it. "No. But I think they might want to."
"Jesus," Nisha breathed. "And how does that make you feel? Jealous? Excited? Left out?"
"Turned on beyond belief," I admitted. “If… Do you think it’s possible that we could all have this connection?”
“It’s rare, but not impossible. And you need to talk to them before this vacation ends."
She was right, and I knew it. The weight of Sunday loomed over me like an approaching storm. Three more days, and then what? Back to normal life? After this, I wasn't sure what normal looked like anymore.
I ended the call and pocketed my phone, watching the waves crash against the shore for a few minutes as I let our conversation settle in my mind. In the distance, Connor and Nick had abandoned their fishing poles and were making their way back along the pier, Connor gesturing animatedly while Nick nodded, his posture relaxed and attentive.
My two men.
The thought came again, but this time I didn't push it away. Instead, I let it sit there, testing how it felt to acknowledge the truth of it, if only to myself. Three more days until reality intruded. Three more days to figure out what I wanted—what we all wanted—beyond the artificial construct of vacation rules.
Chapter 9
Connor
I couldn't take my eyes off Nick's cock as it disappeared into my wife. Seven days into our vacation, and I'd become obsessed with watching them fuck, especially from this angle. Lila sat facing me on Nick's lap, her legs splayed wide, giving me a perfect view of every slick inch of him sliding in and out of her. My mouth went dry as I watched her pussy stretch around him, her wetness coating his shaft with each bounce. This wasn't part of the plan—I wasn't supposed to be this fixated on my best friend's dick. But we'd all agreed: no jealousy, no boundaries. I just hadn’t realized how tempted I’d be to break this particular boundary.
