The Sacred Threesome (L)

I am Jason. My wife of more than 25 years is Annie. I suggested MarriageHeat ask its members to share stories about conception. Those sexual experiences that produce a child are so special.

Over the years, Annie and I have had sex literally thousands of times. We remember fondly some of our hottest and sexiest adventures, and I have shared some of those here. The times we remember the most, though, are when we conceived our children.

Early in our marriage, we came to understand that each time we had sex as man and wife, we celebrated the sacrament of our marriage. Our lovemaking was, in essence, a prayer for our sacred union—we were joined as one by God and for God. Later in our marriage, we began saying a short prayer to invoke the Holy Spirit before our bodies become one. This reminds us, especially me, that our sex life is not about lust or our personal gratification, but rather as a celebration of our love and our unity before God.

God’s role, through the Holy Spirit, in our lovemaking was at its greatest when we conceived each of our children. I always imagine conception as a sacred threesome, with the Holy Spirit joining in at the climax of our lovemaking to guide just the right one of the millions of sperm I ejaculated inside of Annie into her womb to fertilize her waiting egg. In this sacred act, our child that God has known forever is formed. We then come to know our child over his/her lifetime: through childbirth, through learning to crawl and walk and talk, through the “terrible twos”, through bumps and bruises, through time outs, through hugs, kisses and tears, through music lessons or team sports, through good grades or bad, through the angst of puberty and the teen years, and then into adulthood and even parenthood of their own. In these times of lovemaking, Annie and I were not alone in our marital bed but joined in the most sacred way by God. We are especially glad to remember (and to celebrate) these times.

Our eldest was conceived shortly after we were married. Like most newlyweds, we were hot and horny for each other all the time. We couldn’t keep our hands off each other. We had sex often and were learning how to satisfy each other sexually. We were also learning to practice natural family planning. Annie would track her cycle and identify “green” days in which sex would not lead to conception and “white” baby days when the creation of a child was possible. But we hadn’t figured this process out too well when on a sunny, summer Saturday morning we made a baby.

I was sitting on the loveseat in our apartment reading the newspaper. Annie came into the room wearing shorts and a tee-shirt. She was so cute. She sat next to me and we kissed. I was immediately turned on.

In short order, one kiss became making out, then we were feeling each other up, and then our clothes were strewn across the floor. At some point in the intensifying passion, Annie said it would be okay because today was a green day. Shortly thereafter, Annie mounted my hard cock and I slid right in. Her sweet spot was so wet, and it felt so good to be inside of her. Our sex was spontaneous and new and sweet. We were happy and in love, enjoying it very much!

Annie rode up and down on my cock while I played with her breasts. In the heat of the passion, I came deep inside Annie, filling her with my life-giving sperm. Little did we know that day that the Holy Spirit had joined us and would guide one of those sperm into her womb to create our oldest. To this day, that child has a special happiness and sweetness.

While our first was a happy and unexpected blessing, our second was planned. After our oldest was weaned and approaching the age of one, Annie and I agreed that we wanted to have another child soon. She was tracking her cycle and knew she was soon to ovulate. We planned to try to make a baby the next day. We talked about having a special stay-at-home date after I got back from work and we put our eldest to bed.

The next day, I awoke early to go to work. I put on my suit and tie and headed downstairs for breakfast, leaving Annie asleep. I had butterflies in my stomach knowing later that day, we would be back in bed together, making love—and hopefully a baby.

As I was eating at our dining room table, I heard Annie come down the stairs. It surprised me, as she usually stayed asleep until the baby woke. I turned, and there was Annie dressed in very sexy silky white pajamas. She was so beautiful, and I was instantly aroused.

Without saying a word, she came to me and kissed me, first softly and then passionately. She then straddled my lap, and we made out at the breakfast table. I could feel Annie’s passion as she ground her pelvis onto my crotch.

My cock stiffened quickly. I unbuttoned her top and started playing with her full breasts, which had until recently been nursing our child. First I caressed them, then gently stroked her nipples before suckling them. Annie was moaning softly, and her sex was getting wetter and wetter.

Without saying a word, Annie then stood and removed her pajama bottoms. Her lady flower was in full bloom, and I wanted her. She undid my buckle, opened my pants, and pulled them down. Then she freed my cock from my boxers and climbed back on my lap. I slipped right in up to my balls.

Annie rode me hard. She pumped up and down, faster and faster, as I played with her breasts. I wanted to slow her down so that she could reach orgasm, but Annie was in heat and she wanted my cum.

I didn’t last long inside, given the intensity of her thrusts. My cock exploded, and I pumped wave after wave of semen deep into my wife. As my orgasm subsided, Annie kissed me again, and we stayed joined for a few minutes.

Annie then climbed off my cock, straightened my tie, kissed me and scooted back to our bedroom without saying a word. She was full of my come and wanted to lay quietly in our bed to let the Holy Spirit create new life in her womb.

I pulled my pants back up, finished my breakfast, and headed to work. I don’t remember anything about that day at work except that I felt very blessed and very virile because I had just impregnated my wife. Nine months later our second was born.

The conception of our fourth was similarly hot and showed once again Annie’s determination to conceive at the right time. It was the winter, and our third child was one and a half. We decided it was time to try to get pregnant again. Annie was tracking her cycle and knew that she would ovulate some time during the middle of the next week. However, a massive ice storm hit our state. Over the weekend, freezing rain fell for two days straight, causing terrible icing and knocking the power out for most of the state, including at our house. The electric company expected that it would take a week or two to restore power.

With three kids under the age of six, Annie and I decided she should take the kids to my parents in another state so that she could have heat and power. She didn’t want to go because we were planning a hot week of sex, but she packed up the kids and headed off. I stayed home to go to work and keep the kerosene heaters and fireplace lit so that our pipes didn’t freeze.

Each night after she put the kids to bed, Annie and I would talk on the phone. Our conversations got increasingly hot. We were both horny and wanted each other, but we were two hundred miles apart. Phone sex was good, but our separation made conception this month very unlikely, which bummed us both out.

By Thursday, Annie was sure that she had ovulated. She was in heat and wanted to come home so we could screw each other’s brains out, but we still didn’t have power.

To my surprise, on Friday morning while I was at work, Annie decided she couldn’t wait any longer. She packed the kids into our mini-van and headed home without telling me. She called me from the road and told me to come home soon.

I left work and headed home. We fed the kids dinner and put them to bed in the dark. Then, wearing several layers of clothes, we headed to our family room. After lighting a few candles and getting a fire roaring in our fireplace, we opened our pullout couch and covered ourselves in blankets to stay warm.

Our need for each other was intense; quickly, we were making out, our tongues exploring each other. My hands worked their way under her sweatshirt to find her full, luscious breasts. Annie’s hands threaded through my hair, gripped my shoulders, rubbed my back and then my cock through my sweatpants. We were humping and groping each other like newlyweds, in heat and needing to fuck.

While it was still very cold in the house, the fire was warming us, so we started to strip. Soon we were naked under the blankets. My hands explored Annie’s sex, and she was so wet. I fingered her and played with her clit while I sucked on her engorged nipples. Annie, meanwhile, was stroking my cock and moaning in my ear, telling me she wanted my cum. She wanted to make a baby.

Annie then pushed me down on the bed and climbed on top. She guided my cock into her pussy, so hot and wet that I slid all the way in with one thrust. Annie began to hump me as hard as she had ever done. She pounded up and down, riding my cock while moaning loudly. On the downstrokes, she ground her clit on my pelvis. She was bringing her closer and closer to her climax with each thrust. She then orgasmed hard, her pussy and her entire body spasming in waves.

As her orgasm finished, I rolled Annie over so that I could be on top. Now I wanted to give her what she wanted most: my cum deep inside of her. Once on top, I started thrusting my cock into Annie, picking up the pace. The fire on my back was warm, but Annie’s pussy on my cock was hotter. I pounded her hard; she was moaning and begging for my cum. I couldn’t hold back any longer and exploded deep inside of Annie, filling her with spurt after spurt of semen.

Annie and I then pulled the blankets over our naked bodies and cuddled close in each other’s arms. As we cuddled, the Holy Spirit then completed our lovemaking by guiding just the right sperm into Annie’s womb to create our fourth child. In doing so, our sacred threesome was completed once again.