Sexual Relationships 
Sexual Health 
I dated my husband for a year before we moved in together, and stayed living in a cramped 700sq foot apartment for two years before walking down the aisle. We didn't have much money as we were both full time college students, but we were madly in love with each other and extremely attracted to one another to boot. We didn't have a television, but we had sex three-four times a day. And that is worth eating Roman noodles twice a week, let me tell you!
After marriage he graduated and became employed, the sex only increased; which was a big distraction for me because I still had three semesters to go! But I somehow managed to study admist all the nakedness and after I graduated soon found a job.
That's where the trouble began. My work was stressful and I was looking forward to time detoxing at home. My husband received a promotion shortly after I graduated and spent more time at the office, which drained his mojo. Suddenly, 3-4 times a day shrank to 3-4 times a week.
We talked openly and often about wanting more time together, needing to make more time for sex, how important it was to BOTH of us. We even "scheduled" sex - i.e. let's be naked and touching at 9pm on Wednesday no matter what's going on in our lives - which helped us get off but really eliminated the spontaneity and reduce the passion factor tremendously. It just wasn't what we were looking for.
We were overly frustrated, and the stress led to less sex. We were always better together and the demands of life were intruding on our alone time, and we didn't have a good grasp on how to handle it.
Fate intervended. During a workout my husband hurt his leg, and by doctor's orders had to stay off of it for a few days. Inspiration struck me as he laid helpless and restless on his back. I walked in the room dressed as a slutty nurse - garters, thigh highs, heels, shelf bra, the outfit bought from Fredricks of Hollywood, all of it. I began tending to him as a regular nurse but with a sexual twist. At first he was confused and kept calling me by the pet name he has for me, but I would constantly correct him. He caught on quick and got into the role of patient as I played nurse. The resulting sex was amazing with a captial AHHHHH! We talked for another thirty minutes how both of us loved it.
He returned the favor a few weeks later by surprising me when I came home after work. The living room was decorated (as best as he could, bless him) to look like a game show set and he said I was a contestant on a game show. The questions were all sexual in nature and the sex that came from that was just as wonderful.
We both realized how much we enjoyed the role play theme and made it a point to keep it going. Each week we would do something new - cop/robber, athlete/reporter, chef/waiter, etc - and each week the sex just got better and better. We even began to notice how we were having sex outside of role play much more, which is what we wanted in the first place.
The role play helped us escape from our lives, from the stress and problems of every day life, and like a movie or a book, gave us a way to delve into fantasy for a while and forget reality; but we were able to bring our best friend along for the journey. It re-ignited the passion in the bedroom that we were losing, and I'm a big advocate for it to this day.
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