Something fiery and divine leapt into her eyes—and she motioned to the bed.  In a blink our three bodies, touching and kissing and unbuttoning all the way, were moving in halting, distracted steps.  A shirt, several shoes, a bra, another shirt and another: a meandering trail.  We tumbled merrily onto the mattress.

It all came so naturally to us.  And that includes Kira.  There was nothing uncomfortable, nothing awkward, nothing shameful.  This was bliss, with laughter and warmth, passion and love.  The physical affection was perfectly triangular, and no one was keeping score as to how many times you kissed her there and how many times she did that to you and not to me.  We were a happily writhing mass of limbs and lips and breasts, and nothing virtuous would stop such joy.

Doesn’t it all just seem, um . . . unnatural?

No.  In any couple’s devotion, and especially with marriages and commitment ceremonies, we are told to celebrate the union of the two into one.  Yes, each party keeps their personality, their own mind and wits, but together you are, symbolically, one.  And if we are to believe that 1+1=1, we find it no more unnatural to believe that 1+1+1=1.

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