#3038: Dublin, Ireland
Original photo: @themichaeldonovan
A jewelry shop worker in Dublin unexpectedly falls for two men at once—and when both ask for exclusivity, she dares to ask for something different. What follows is a night of emotional honesty, sensual exploration, and a redefinition of love that binds all three together.
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Transcript
It was early morning when I took my usual path to the shop. I lived nearby, and preferred spending half an hour walking over squeezing into a crowded bus. I loved passing through the Latin Quarter, watching shops slowly open their doors and hang up their signs. The streets gradually came alive, waking with the city, and I couldn’t help but smile as I witnessed it unfold. I felt part of the heartbeat—familiar with the bustle, the chatter, the music drifting through narrow lanes. All of it made me feel alive, and I was one of the lucky few who truly loved their job, no matter what each day brought.
I’d been working at the jewelry shop for five years. It had never been part of some grand career plan, but life led me there, and I didn’t complain. We sold many kinds of jewelry, most inspired by traditional Irish designs, though our bestseller was always the Claddagh ring. Tourists and locals alike wanted them—to mark a trip, or to signify love and loyalty. I owned several, but my favorite was a silver one I wore most days. It darkened over time, so I had to clean it often—but it was worth the effort. That ring showed I was single. For now.
This summer, everything shifted. Without looking for it, I suddenly found myself at the center of a complicated romance. Two men entered my life around the same time, and both stirred something in me. Aidan and Declan. I was casually dating both, but deep down, I knew I couldn’t keep things as they were forever. A choice would have to be made.
Aidan was a bartender and played in a local band. He was sensitive, artistic, romantic. I loved attending his gigs—not just for the music, but to admire him on stage, confident and glowing. Declan worked at a car shop, reserved with his emotions but generous with gestures. He was reliable, protective, and always there when I needed him.
My workday had been smooth. I spent it assisting customers, helping excited women choose rings, and guiding men looking for something meaningful for their partners. I felt calm, grounded, satisfied—until the very end of the day, when fate decided to intervene.
I was expecting Declan that evening. But just before closing, the door opened and in walked Aidan, smiling brightly. He knew about Declan—we had agreed on honesty until things were defined—so I wasn’t worried. He brought me white lilies. My heart swelled at the gesture.
Then he dropped a bomb: he no longer wanted to see anyone else—he wanted to be with me, and only me. I froze, overwhelmed by the weight of his confession. I cared for him deeply. But I cared just as much for Declan.
As I tried to gather my thoughts, the door opened again. This time, it was Declan.
He looked at the two of us and greeted us calmly. He, too, had known about Aidan, so there was no need for explanations. While I was still reeling, Declan came to me and, in his quiet but unwavering way, expressed that he wanted something serious—just the two of us. Two declarations. One night. One choice I wasn’t ready to make.
I couldn’t choose. Not because I didn’t care—but because I cared for them both. I confessed my feelings honestly, afraid of what might happen. They could’ve walked away, angry or hurt. But something else happened. They looked at one another with a flicker of mutual respect—perhaps even understanding.
Before I lost my nerve, the words slipped out: I invited both of them home with me. Not as a casual fling, not as a test—but as a possibility. A shared beginning. They were surprised—so was I. I never thought I’d be brave enough to ask for something so unconventional. But I did.
After a long pause, Aidan agreed. Declan, to my astonishment, did too. My heart raced. I knew it could go terribly wrong, but I also knew hope was a risk worth taking.
We walked together to my apartment. At first, they barely spoke to one another, but as I encouraged conversation, something began to form between them. Beneath their differences, they shared more in common than any of us expected.
By the time we entered my small flat, the air was heavy with anticipation. Both had been there before—individually—but tonight was different. This night, it would be all three of us. I was nervous, aroused, unsure. I offered drinks. They declined. None of us wanted to wait.
In the bedroom, I faced them both. Unsure how to begin, I followed instinct. I kissed Aidan first—soft and warm, familiar. Then Declan—fiery, intense, like a spark catching wind. From that moment, everything blurred into sensation.
Clothes came off. Lips found skin. Tongues traced sensitive places. Four hands caressed me at once, igniting a desire I’d never known before. I loved every second of it.
As I moved to the bed and sat at its edge, I asked to see them together—to touch and kiss each other as they did with me. Watching them explore each other turned me on more than I could’ve imagined. My fingers found their way between my thighs as I watched, wetness pooling, breath hitching.
When we couldn’t wait any longer, I got on all fours, Aidan behind me. He slid on a condom and teased my entrance. In front of me, Declan stood, hard and ready. They filled me at once—mouth and pussy. Pleasure surged through me, fierce and consuming.
We moved in harmony, listening to one another, anticipating every need. The connection wasn’t just physical—it was emotional, vulnerable, electric.
Declan finished first, groaning as I took him deep. Aidan and I came moments later—his thrusts pushing me into a shuddering orgasm that left me collapsed and shaking.
We stayed together through the night, exploring one another more, forming a bond that none of us could’ve predicted.
At dawn, as the first light crept through the window, Aidan took my hand, slipped my Claddagh ring off, and turned it—marking me as taken.
I looked down at it and smiled.