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The sexual healers next door

Just over eight minutes after getting onto the table, Becky is crying. "Let your goddess out," says Ben Rode, the 29-year-old man rubbing down her naked body with oil. "This is your goddess ceremony." Meanwhile, Ben's 31-year-old wife, Jen, who is five months pregnant, performs Reiki, floating her hands over Becky's head and neck, asking questions about a past life as a queen. Swelling, chiming New Age music plays in the background, as the picture-perfect pair let out long, throaty exhalations to prompt Becky to breathe deep.

Most surfaces in this Alameda, Calif., bungalow bear crystals and lit candles. It feels like being in a womb: In the kitchen, a stove is on with the door cracked open and next to the massage table a faux fireplace blazes. After nearly an hour of working her body over, Ben's hand slide between Becky's legs and he begins walking her through a guided meditation on her ideal man. "Imagine seeing him for the first time," he says. "You lock eyes from across the room." After a lengthy narrative buildup, he says, "His lips gently touch yours. Your knees melt out from under you." Ben, a tall all-American sort with ice-blue eyes, moves his fingers to her clitoris, "Let your pleasure spread, down your legs, all the way up to your boobs." As Becky's moans deepen, he announces, "K, I'm going inside."

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