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" Many people -- especially men -- consider marriage the place where your sex life goes to die. But the married men we talked to tell a different story. Hot monogamy? Here&amp;#039;s their definition: five simple sensual moves they really want you to make today. Don&amp;#039;t think you can go there? These guys&amp;#039; wives did, and their husbands&amp;#039; kinky tales are sure to inspire you to rise up, purr, and embrace your inner temptress.   Go Public   If your love life needs a kick in the pants, the best way to start might be by taking it out on the town. Take it from Barton,* 28, of Seattle, and his tale of a shopping spree gone so wrong -- yet so right.  &amp;quot;Beds are a huge hindrance to good sex,&amp;quot; Barton says. &amp;quot;Look, my mattress has a 10-year warranty, deep quilting, and an obnoxious floral pattern. It&amp;#039;s good for the daily -- or weekly -- grind, but as a sexual venue it had become oppressively familiar.&amp;quot;  Indeed, for many guys hot sex is like a hot restaurant: The three keys to success are location, location, location. Offer us the chance to ravish you in a public place and we fancy ourselves romantic conquistadores. We&amp;#039;re Henry Miller seducing the nymphs of Paris, Don Juan captivating the maidens of Spain. Granted, a Gap fitting room isn&amp;#039;t quite Seville -- but it definitely ain&amp;#039;t that same old beige bedroom, either. So when Barton&amp;#039;s wife, Lita, whispered, &amp;quot;Let&amp;#039;s have sex right here&amp;quot; as he was trying on a pair of flat-front khakis, he was happily at a loss for words -- and soon at a loss for pants.  &amp;quot;The sex was dazzling,&amp;quot; he says. &amp;quot;Hushed, but dazzling. Ditching the bed forced me to become creative again. After a few minutes we were able to resurrect forgotten sexual positions at an astonishing rate. One after another they came out of early retirement. I felt spectacular.  &amp;quot;But better than the lack of a bed was the realization that my wife was not made exclusively of sugar and spice,&amp;quot; he continues. &amp;quot;Apparently she was capable of brash suggestions, casual sexuality, and feminine confidence. This was a bit of a revelation.&amp;quot;  Since then, Barton boasts, their carnal knowledge has reached new heights. Literally. In the past several months, they&amp;#039;ve had sex in hotel hot tubs, in clean yet unlit alleys, and (kids, don&amp;#039;t try this at home) while hanging hundreds of feet above the ground in a ski-lift chair. And that obnoxious floral mattress? Barton is happy to report that even that feels a bit more exotic these days. Play Games You don&amp;#039;t need me to tell you that men are just big boys. And you already know we love our silly little games. Case in point: strip poker -- a game invented by a guy who understood that the only thing better than a woman removing her bra and panties is a woman removing her bra and panties after you&amp;#039;ve just bluffed her with a pair of threes.  So it should come as no surprise that a simple game is what Ted calls &amp;quot;the greatest idea Sharon ever had.&amp;quot; (This, he says, is not to diminish some of his wife&amp;#039;s other great ideas, such as &amp;quot;moving in together,&amp;quot; &amp;quot;agreeing to get married,&amp;quot; and &amp;quot;let&amp;#039;s stay in and watch the Yankees-A&amp;#039;s game tonight.&amp;quot; But, hey, a guy is entitled to his opinion.)  &amp;quot;Sharon and I had been together for a few years, and it&amp;#039;s fair to say that our sex life had hit a plateau,&amp;quot; says Ted, 32, who lives in San Francisco. &amp;quot;You know that point where you&amp;#039;ve seen each other&amp;#039;s tricks, the whole repertoire? Well, one night during dinner, Sharon got this really mischievous grin and said she&amp;#039;d thought of this really cool game she wanted to play that night. I&amp;#039;d seen that look on her face before, so I knew this could only mean something good.&amp;quot;  Sharon and Ted got back to their place, and she proceeded to explain the rules: Each of them was to write down instructions on little slips of paper. Very detailed instructions. The kind that got Bill Clinton in trouble. Then they were to put the slips of paper in a bowl, pull them out one at a time, and do whatever it said on the paper for exactly three minutes -- 180 seconds and out.  &amp;quot;I admit I had no idea what this game would be like until we started playing it,&amp;quot; Ted says, &amp;quot;but it was absolutely amazing. Each new slip of paper was like an X-rated fortune cookie -- you had no idea what you were getting. We both got to suggest naughty ideas we might never have been comfortable proposing otherwise. And on top of it all was that three-minute time limit -- just long enough for her to grab the prize several times, and just short enough to keep me from, you know, rolling over and going to sleep. Finally, after about 90 minutes of this, we attacked each other like a couple of animals.&amp;quot;  Ultimately, Ted says, they never did figure out what to call the game, so now they simply call it The Game -- a name whose mere mention guarantees a mutual Pavlovian response. &amp;quot;Every now and then,&amp;quot; he says, &amp;quot;one of us will turn to the other and say, &amp;#039;Hey, you wanna play The Game tonight?&amp;#039; We get these silly grins on our faces. And, well, you can just hear our motors start to rev. Go on Display At this point you may be thinking, &amp;quot;Well, I for one would be too embarrassed to suggest something risqu\u00E9 like that, because my husband might think I was some kind of freaky pervert.&amp;quot;  This would be ironic, given that almost every man interviewed for this article at some point said something to the effect of: &amp;quot;The first time we did this, my wife admitted she&amp;#039;d wanted to try it for a while but she was afraid to suggest it because she thought I&amp;#039;d think she was some kind of freaky pervert.&amp;quot;  The point is this: I have yet to meet the American male who would think that it was bad if his wife was, in fact, a freaky pervert. We men are nasty animals, and we&amp;#039;d love to spend time with your inner nasty girl. (In fact, we wouldn&amp;#039;t mind if your inner nasty girl moved in for the weekend, tied us to the bed with her panty hose, and forced us to bark for our meals.) In other words, if something gets you hot and bothered, it&amp;#039;s a safe bet that it&amp;#039;ll warm things up below our equator too.  Take Rebecca and Nick. Married for 10 years, raising two children, and each holding down a job in rural Maryland, they admit that their sex life can become a bit neglected at times. But thanks to a bold proposition by Rebecca one evening, they now have a guaranteed fire starter when their home fires go out.  &amp;quot;It all started back on our honeymoon at a private oceanfront resort in the Bahamas,&amp;quot; says Nick, 33. &amp;quot;The first day, we noticed a woman sunbathing topless on the beach, and over dinner Bec asked what I would think if she went sans top. I told her that if she was comfortable with the idea, I had no problem with it. When we hit the beach the next morning, she decided what the hell and pitched it. I was really glad she did.&amp;quot;  Nick soon learned that he was enjoying the attention his wife garnered from passersby. He also realized that having people see her topless was a tremendous turn-on for Rebecca.  &amp;quot;As the week went by, we&amp;#039;d look for more and more ways for her to &amp;#039;perform,&amp;#039;&amp;quot; he says. &amp;quot;We&amp;#039;d wait for a man to come walking down the beach, and Bec would ask him to take our picture. Pretty soon she was making a big production out of it -- going in the water to get rinsed off first, bending over before throwing her wet hair back over her head. It made her feel sexy and made me proud that she was mine. That was when I realized my wife was an exhibitionist.&amp;quot;  These days, when they&amp;#039;re in need of a little thrill, they know just what to do. The kids go to the babysitter, Rebecca dons a revealing outfit, and they head to a mall in a nearby town (the neighbors, you know, can be so catty). &amp;quot;She has this one blouse -- oh, my God -- it&amp;#039;s white and she wears this transparent bra under it,&amp;quot; Nick says. &amp;quot;She bends over even an inch and it hangs open; I can&amp;#039;t tell you how many jewelry and shoe salesmen she&amp;#039;s stunned like this. She browses around and shows off her assets until she&amp;#039;s good and worked up, and then usually she attacks me on the way home -- or in the parking lot.  &amp;quot;And to think,&amp;quot; Nick says, &amp;quot;if she hadn&amp;#039;t proposed going topless all those years ago -- well, I just can&amp;#039;t imagine how much less interesting my life would be.&amp;quot; Safe to say, neither can the salesmen of rural Maryland. Serve (Yourself as) Tonight&amp;#039;s Dessert Some say the way to a man&amp;#039;s heart is through his stomach. Others say the path lies just slightly below his belt. (Personally, I say it&amp;#039;s through his mini satellite dish, but maybe that&amp;#039;s just me.) Regardless of which it happens to be, why not double your odds of a successful seduction by following the example of Ryan and Ashley?  &amp;quot;Ashley has always been a bit conservative sexually; she&amp;#039;s a work in progress,&amp;quot; says Ryan, 33. &amp;quot;So one night a few years ago, I went to the fridge and thought, Hmm, ice cream. I grabbed a bunch of stuff and took it into the bedroom and told her, &amp;#039;Just lie back and trust me. It&amp;#039;ll be fun.&amp;#039; She did. And let me tell you -- it was.&amp;quot;  Thus was born Ryan&amp;#039;s recipe for the Ashley Sexual Sundae: &amp;quot;We start with a towel underneath us for cleanliness. Then we tie Ashley up to the bed with some of my old ties. Add a scoop of my favorite ice cream to that beautiful little belly of hers and whipped cream to the appropriate places. Add sprinkles of some sort, and top off with a cherry. Let it freeze her belly until she can&amp;#039;t stand it anymore. Then munch away while she begs me to get the stuff off her.&amp;quot;  Ashley loves the Sexual Sundae. Ryan says she practically begs for it on those sultry Fayetteville, N.C., nights. And Ryan loves the Sundae too, because -- well, duh, because he gets to play with his food, tie up his wife, and have kinky sex with her. And, of course, he gets to abuse his ties in the process. Be Bad -- Very Bad So far so good, but we&amp;#039;ve saved the climax for the end. Listen up: We&amp;#039;re about to reveal the one no-fail way to stoke the fires of your sex life.  Remember the final scene in the movie Grease? The scene at the Rydell High graduation fair? The one where Olivia Newton-John transforms herself from prissy Sandra Dee into a leather-clad hussy in a push-up bra? Perhaps you don&amp;#039;t remember, but your husband does; this is basically his ultimate fantasy (aside from that one with the two stewardesses from Prague and the 72-hour layover). It&amp;#039;s the good girl gone bad. It&amp;#039;s the horny librarian.  Or, in the case of Danny, 29, an advertising manager in Atlanta, the ultimate fantasy was his wife in a teddy and a pair of garters -- toting a decidedly high-voltage little friend.  &amp;quot;About a year ago our sex life had just sort of fallen apart,&amp;quot; says Danny. &amp;quot;My wife, Rachel, had started her own chiropractic practice, and she was already a full-time teacher. Needless to say, six months of writing business plans, going to banks, and getting turned down for money pretty much killed our sex life. We were too tired to make the effort. I even started watching porn movies in the afternoon so I could take care of Mr. Willy. We never fell out of love; it was just that the sex took a backseat to our careers.&amp;quot;  Eventually Rachel got her business up and running, and she began to feel more secure about her career. Then one night Danny returned home from work and was met at the door by someone who at least looked like his prim southern wife.  &amp;quot;Rachel greeted me at the door in this red lace nightie with a garter belt, poured me a shot glass of Ketel One vodka, stuck it in her cleavage, and said, &amp;quot;Do a body shot.&amp;quot; Well, that sure got my attention. I drank the shot; she pulled me by my tie into the bedroom, unbuttoned my pants, and went right for it,&amp;quot; Danny says.  &amp;quot;Then she looked up and said, &amp;#039;I also got up the nerve to go to the adult store, and I got us a new toy.&amp;#039; She reached over the side of the bed and took out this Dual Bullet vibrator thing with these two vibrating heads, batteries installed, all ready to go.&amp;quot;  For Danny this was akin to leaving the set of Leave It to Beaver in the morning and coming home to a full-scale production of Debbie Does Dallas.  &amp;quot;It was all really surprising -- pleasantly surprising. I&amp;#039;m almost always the instigator when it comes to sex, and she&amp;#039;d never gone out and bought a sex toy by herself; that&amp;#039;s just not the type of person she is. But this was like coming home and being jumped by a porn star. It was great -- for both of us.&amp;quot;  Their sex has never been hotter, and Rachel now feels more confident about setting the agenda. She&amp;#039;ll turn to Danny while they&amp;#039;re on the couch and say, &amp;quot;I&amp;#039;m ready -- now.&amp;quot; Or she&amp;#039;ll pull their new friend out of the drawer and fix her husband with a sultry stare.  All of which goes to show that when you&amp;#039;re looking to recharge your love life, you can never underestimate the power of taking control -- or of a few double-A batteries. "^^<http://www.w3.org/2001/XMLSchema#string>
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