Twenty-eight years old. 

     "Cassie has three levels if sleep," Norah said. "First, she talks to herself. Then she snores. After that, nothing. It's like she goes into a coma." 

     Cassie was Norah's four-year-old daughter.

     There was nothing to watch on TV. They turned the channel to a reality show and left it at that. 

     Adam heard Cassie mumbling from her bedroom. 

     "I'll be right back," Norah said. "I've been wearing these same clothes all day." 

     Cassie snored by the time Norah returned. She now wore a robe, nightgown, and slippers. 

     They held hands while they watched TV.

     Then Norah turned to Adam as if to say, okay, we can start the kissing now. She seemed curious about it, curious about the way Adam kissed. 

     Norah was a larger woman, Adam's age, not fat but getting there. She had a pot gut, but, then, so did Adam.  

     The curiosity dissipated as passion took over. The breathing got heavy as, in the background, that silly reality show continued to fill the air with noise. 

     Adam went to feel Norah's breast through her robe and nightgown, but that didn't work. She undid her robe so that, now, only the fabric of her nightgown separated his fingers from her erect nipples as they kissed.   

     Adam went to reach under her nightgown, but that seemed like a lot of work. Her nightgown hung down almost to her ankles. She lifted her butt off the sofa they sat on long enough to bunch her nightgown up around her waist. Oh yeah, that was a lot better. Adam massaged the loose flesh on her back and shoulders as the kissing continued. Does anything feel better than the warm flesh of someone you're about to make love with? He kept his hands away from her stomach because he figured she probably felt self-conscious about her gut. Her breasts were small, especially in comparison with the rest of her pear-shaped body, but Adam cared not a whit about any of that. He'd become good friends with Norah over the summer, and he adored Cassie.  

     Cassie's snores stopped. Had she dropped into her coma-level sleep?

     "Let me check," Norah whispered. The door to Cassie's room was slightly ajar. Norah got a quick look inside, then said, "Okay, we can go."

      Norah lit a candle on her nightstand once they got to her bedroom. Adam stripped off his clothes before climbing under the covers. Norah kept her back to him as she slipped out of her nightgown.  

     Once back under the covers and in each other's arms, they got back to making out.  

     He felt her butt cheeks, so big and pillowy.

     She wrapped her legs around one of his so that she could rub her clit against it while they kissed.

     He caressed her breasts, and she seemed to enjoy it, but Adam got the feeling that her attention was more focused on the fact that they were doing it period, that they were making love, rather than on any particulars. He didn't ask whether he could eat her out or not; he just dropped between her legs and started working his tongue. She massaged his scalp, and, again, she seemed to like it well enough, but she wasn't fully committed. Something was disturbing her. 

     They kept almost silent. The last thing they wanted was to wake Cassie up with any sex gasps. 

      Adam rose to kiss her with a mouth and chin slick with cunt juice, and they looked into each other's eyes, and that's when he realized where Norah's heart and soul had been since they'd started the sex, because right then, by candlelight, she asked him a question with her eyes, and that question was, will you marry me? And Adam's response was, yes, yes I will marry you. He did truly love both Norah and Cassie, so, yes, he would love for the three of them to live together for the rest of their lives, yes. The ceremony would certainly come later, but, in that moment, they felt their souls combine in holy matrimony.  

     Adam fucked her slow and strong. They stared at each other in amazement at first, but they finally had to stop because they needed to kiss each other some more, kiss each other harder and with more passion, and Adam felt himself start to climax, and Norah sensed it, and she put a finger on his chest.

     Stop, was what she was saying. 

     Let's savor this. 

     They rested in each other's arms, her wet cunt pressed up against his hips. Then, 

     "I love you, Adam." 

     "I love you too, Norah." 

     That was the first time they'd said those words in that manner to each other, and once they got started they couldn't stop. "I love you." "I love you." "I love you." When one of them stopped saying it, the other would start. They went back to necking and rubbing their naked bodies together, but, when either one of them had a chance to open their mouths, out it would come. "I love you. I love you. I love you."

     She got on top this time. She started the fucking out slow; she seemed to like the feel of his dick inside of her. Adam looked up at her, and he thought, those are the small breasts of my wife. That's the pot belly of my wife, That's the sparse pubis of my wife that I can barely see right now. 

     They gazed into each other's eyes as they mutually quickened the pace, and their eyes screamed, I love you. I love you. I love you, until Adam's cum emptied into her glorious cunt. 

     They were like broken records. They couldn't stop saying it. The words felt so good in their mouths. "I love you. I love you. I love you."

     Driving home, Adam was so filled with love he didn't even mind that, now, the entire city was on fire, red flames everywhere leaping hundreds of feet into the sky.       

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