A Divine Marital Intervention - A couple gets a gift from God. (Erotic Coupling) By Masterful_Husband.  Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories. Like a lot of people, I met my wife in college. We were in the same dorm and fell into that common dating circle trap where everyone is dating everyone. It wasn’t until we left for separate grad schools that we realized how much we meant to each other. It’s ironic that our relationship got more serious as we dated long distance but it worked well for us. I asked her to marry me when we graduated and we were wedded and honeymooning within six months. I’d say our marriage was idyllic but that would be a lie. There was one issue that kept coming up over and over as a source of friction. My wife would tell you that we were “unevenly yoked”. I would say, “She’s religious and I wasn’t.” We had discussed it (at great length) when we dated. I wasn’t some militant atheist. Those people have elevated that belief to an absurd level. I was an agnostic. I believed that disproving God was as futile as believing in one. I remember one memorable conversation my wife (then fiancée) and I had. “I kind of admire people of faith,” I’d said. She propped herself up on one elbow, looking at me with some excitement. “Really?” I nodded, “Truly. I just can’t make myself believe in something so, ephemeral. Unverifiable. You know?” “You believe in my love, don’t you?” “Of course.” “Isn’t it just as ephemeral?” I kissed her, “No. You show me how much you love me every day.” “So does God. You just have to know where to look.” The certainty in her voice was compelling but not persuasive. I sighed, trying to avoid a fight, “I, I understand why you say that but I don’t see it that way. I do see wonderful, amazing things in this world but I also see plenty of reasonable, non-divine, explanations. On top of that, I don’t see why Christianity has to be the only answer. I mean, Have you made an extensive study of all major religions? Maybe there’s another out there that’s more internally consistent than Christianity?” She frowned, “Danny, do you think I only believe because of some myopic view of the Bible?” “Um, This feels like a trap,” I said, grinning and trying to defuse the situation. “It’s not. Look,” she said sitting up. Her pert little breasts were bare in front of me but I tried not to focus on them. She didn’t help when she grabbed the gold cross that nestled between them and spun it. “This is just a symbol. The Bible is the instruction manual. But God is all around me. He talks to me. He saved me.” “I will consider it,” I said and kissed her again. I was hopeful for another round of lovemaking. My wife is incredibly devout and spiritual but, thankfully, not particularly dogmatic. Sex before marriage wasn’t off the table which I was truly grateful for in those days because, frankly, it was incredible. “One more thing. I know you don’t believe, yet,” she added with a smile, “But I need to know that you’re not going to close yourself off to this.” “What do you mean,” I asked. “I just want to know you’ll keep an open mind. Maybe try out some churches with me from time to time. Okay?” I nodded. I didn’t really love going to church but I didn’t hate it. Over the years, plenty of my friends had tried to convince me so I’d gotten used to it. “How about once a month?” Karen smiled, “Plus Christmas and Easter?” I smiled back, “Sure,” I said and kissed her. We did make love again that night and in the morning. And the pledge wasn’t forgotten. After we got married we tried out a bunch of different churches. Karen’s lack of doctrinaire adherence meant that she was perfectly fine trying out lots of different flavors of church. She was always hoping to find one that I felt comfortable with. She prayed every night for me, often peeking out of one eye in a manner that made me think she expected a bolt of lightning to change me right in front of her eyes. We continued like that for years. We were happy but there was always thi