Page 32 of Tropical Heat

“My cousin Cynthia has been in a polyamorous relationship for years. When you think about it, we’ve been doing the same thing all along. The only difference is now I know you and Dante are having sex, too.” The men exchanged looks. “Oh my god you guys haven’t done it yet.”

“We wanted to wait until we talked to you first,” Zak said.

“I appreciate that. And am on board with the idea. But I am going to leave so you two can get busy.” As much as I wanted to stay and at least watch, I knew if the three of us had any chance of forming a successful triad, it was important Zak get comfortable with the physical aspects of his and Dante’s relationship. I was not sure that could happen with me present. I stood to leave, but Zak took my hand.

“Actually, I think it might be easier for me if you were there.”

“Excellent idea,” said Dante. When I did not object, he took each of us by the hand, and led the way inside and up the stairs to the second floor. “Zak has the bigger bed. It will give us more room.”

Eighteen

Morgan

There was a single door off of the second floor landing. Zak opened it and motioned for us to enter. The right side of the room contained a roll-top desk, a single reading chair, and floor lamp. The walls were lined with bookshelves, which, like the ones downstairs, were filled to capacity. On the left, and to the rear of the house, was an ornate king-size sleigh bed with a pair of matching nightstands on either side. I spotted the door to the ensuite and excused myself to freshen up.

When I came back out, the men back lit by a bedside lamp were locked in a passionate embrace. Dante claimed Zak’s mouth with his. It was the hottest thing I had ever witnessed. I remained in the shadows as their firm hands explored one another's muscular contours.

I would like to tell you that seeing two people I cared deeply for, physically expressing their love for one another, was all the gratification I needed. But to say that would be to lie. Zak, wrapped in Dante’s arms, lips pressed together, and hips grinding, awoke a lustful thirst which observation alone could not quench. I took a step forward to join them, then stopped.

The night was not about me, and I had no right to intrude on their first time together. I retreated further into the shadows. But Dante must have heard my labored breathing.

“I was afraid you changed your mind,” he said, looking in my direction. Even in the dimly lit room, I could see his eyes were already dark with lust. “Come help us get undressed.”

He said it with such commanding authority that my knees almost buckled. I made it across the room and unbuttoned his shirt. My hands trembled when he turned to Zak and said, “Isn't she a good girl? The way she does exactly as she is told.”

His words had me melting like a Popsicle in the August sun. I noticed the confusion in Zak’s eyes and explained. “Sometimes, I enjoy taking a submissive role. But don’t worry, you can still call me goddess.”

This must have satisfied him, because his hands slid around Dante’s torso and helped me remove his shorts. Zak then pulled his own shirt over his broad shoulders, while from my knees, I helped him finish undressing.

With the two of them completely nude and very erect, I was tempted to take one and then the other between my lips, but resisted. After getting to my feet, I took a seat on the edge of the bed.

If either man objected, they were too busy to show it. They resumed kissing. I stared on breathless, as teeth playfully nipped at lips and tongues explored. When their hands found one another's hardness, I had to fight the urge to dip my fingers into my panties.

They stroked one another into a frenzy, and suddenly my bra felt too tight. I removed it, along with the tank top. With a hand, I traced the curve of my breast and gently thumbed its nipple, only stopping when Dante fell onto the bed next to me, pulling Zak down with him. I slid up against the headboard to give them room and propped a pillow behind my back.

My pulse quickened as Zak kissed his way down Dante's muscular torso. He did not stop until his lips reached the small tuft of dark hair directly above the other man’s shaft. He looked at me, as if confused about how best to proceed. I smiled, remembering the first time I had been with his well hung room mate, and how my reaction had been similar. I brushed the instep of my foot across his ass. “Just do what feels natural, baby. Enjoy the moment.”

He gave me a grateful smile before planting small kisses on Dante’s scrotum. Then he licked his way up the shaft. When he reached the tip, he swirled his tongue around the wide knob. He looked up again, seeking Dante’s approval. “You’re doing a fine job, isn’t he, Morgan?”

“Um hmm. It’s hard to believe this is his first blow job.” But I could tell he was still unsure of himself, and patted his shoulder. “There’s no right or wrong way to suck a dick. Think about the things you enjoy when you're on the receiving end. Chances are Dante will like them too.”

Encouraged by our words he opened wide and to my astonishment a third of Dante's fat cock disappeared into his mouth. But he quickly gagged and had to pull off. I considered offering him a few more helpful tips, but decided it would be better to let him figure it out on his own. After all, both men had waited a long time for this night. I was just a guest.

On his second attempt, he moved more slowly, trying to not take too much into his mouth. As Dante’s moans made it obvious he was enjoying it, Zak’s head bobbed up and down more confidently. His strained lips easily glided over the other man's saliva slickened cock.

I was beyond wet at this point and needed to be fucked. But since both men were occupied, I settled for kissing Dante. The wet sounds of his cock moving in and out of Zak’s warm damp mouth only increased the ache between my legs. I ground against his hip and kissed him passionately.

Dante stiffened, and he pulled his mouth from mine. One hand gripping Zak’s hair, the other arm tightly wrapped around my waist, he loudly announced he was going to come. Rather than pulling off, Zak took him deeper into his mouth.

I wanted to warn him that Dante was a heavy cummer, but before I had the chance, the room echoed with his thunderous cry of release. Zak’s Adam's apple pumping up and down, as he fought to get every drop, was almost enough to bring me to climax.

Once he caught his breath, Dante told Zak how amazing he was and kissed him deeply. I moved to get out of bed and give them time alone. But with the taste of the other man still on his lips, Zak stopped me and studied my eyes.

Then, as if eager to convince everyone in the room, himself included, that he was not gay, he moved between my thighs. His large hands gripped my generous ass, and his wide tongue roughly licked at my labia, as if his life depended on bringing me to orgasm.

I realized he feared losing my respect and was overcompensating. With a hand, I stroked his hair. That seemed to calm him. “You know what I like baby. Give me what I need.”

He relaxed, and with just the tip of his tongue, traced slow tight circles around the clit. My hips arched, and I moaned. Dante sucked at a nipple, gently nipping it with his teeth. The arousal I had been suppressing since first seeing them kiss came bubbling to the surface. “Fuck, you're going to make me come,” I cried out, thrusting my hips against his face.

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