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    â€œRight, now are you ready?” he asked, leisurely running his gaze up and down my body.
    â€œYep, I’m ready. Bring it on.” I parted my legs and bounced up and down on the balls of my feet in what I hoped was a stance similar to that engaged in by the All Blacks rugby team. It didn’t seem to intimidate Ian though. He just cocked his head to look at my arse.
    Just then the music sprang into life, and I had to concentrate on the telly. Did I mention I am just a little bit clumsy? Well I am, and I’m not so very coordinated at all. Ian effortlessly moved in time with the beat while I was still working out which foot to put forward first. Partway through the second chorus I went right when I should have gone left and bumped my hip into his.
    â€œCheat,” he exclaimed.
    â€œSorry,” I yelled, “I didn’t mean to.”
    I didn’t have time in the first song to appreciate the wonder of my man moving with such fluidity and rhythm clad in the bare minimum of clothing. As he bounded up and down when the screen announced the winner of the first round, I let myself indulge in a little ogling. His hard thighs, his lithe chest, even the cute little pouch of his stomach that showed how much he loved my cooking. I loved every inch of him but especially those inches hidden from my sight.
    â€œReady for round two, loser?” he taunted.
    â€œPride comes before a fall, mate, so watch it.” I bent myself, ready for the next challenge, and as I focused on the screenbefore me I felt the impact of my husband’s hand on my arse, making me totter forward.
    â€œBastard,” I yelled, as the song burst onto the screen and I struggled to keep up.
    He just smirked. The sting of my buttock distracted me at first. I wanted to just turn the game off in a huff and make him spank me for being a bad girl. I nearly did it too, but then I noticed something. I knew the song and the dance moves to it. I cackled gleefully and set myself back in time to my disco days and love of the Spice Girls. Soon I was lighting up perfects on every move. Ian was not impressed.
    â€œAlways knew my extensive knowledge of disco dance moves would prove an advantage in life.” It was my turn to smirk as I was pronounced winner.
    â€œA fluke,” he said. “You’re still going down, missus.”
    â€œOh no, darling, you are.” I ran my fingers down my body and hooked my thumb into my cotton knickers and pulled the elastic down, just enough to show a flash of public hair. Ian was engrossed and missed the action on the telly. I snapped the knickers back and started to move along with the character on the screen.
    Ian cursed and joined in a moment later than me. I concentrated on following the action and realized that maybe I was as competitive as my husband. I pushed myself to my limit, but still I was not coordinated enough to actually successfully complete each movement. Ian’s score soared past mine so I decided desperate times called for desperate measures.
    â€œIan,” I cried. He looked toward me and I lifted up my bra, freeing my boobs. He stumbled, his jaw dropped and I just wiggled my right hand with the remote in it in hope that by sheer coincidence I might gain a few more points.
    He cursed and looked away from me to check the scores.I held my breath as the song finished and the little game imps or whatever it was calculated the final score, and then groaned loudly when it was revealed.
    â€œYes!” Ian punched the air then wiggled his butt. “I won!”
    I growled and crossed my hands across my chest.
    â€œOh, no, don’t hide ’em baby. I’m taking my prize now. Get here.”
    I dropped my arms to the side of my body and he pulled me tightly to him. He ravaged my lips with his, plundering my mouth and squeezing my breasts against his chest. I’m not a sore loser, and how could this be a bad thing anyway? I prayed the boys would sleep