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behind me, giggling or even worse recording me on his phone to send into You’ve Been Framed .
    â€œI’ve got to get my cabbages—”
    â€œFuck your bloody pretend brassicas, mate. Come on, play with me. Please?”
    My darling husband’s face was set in its determined line. The one he used for denying the boys one more game of Mario before bed. “I don’t want to, Manda. I’ve never played that game, I’m no good at dancing.”
    â€œAw, come on. I’m crap at dancing too. I tell you what, we’ll make it a competition.”
    I saw a light come on in his eyes. Ian was very competitive. I’ve got him to do so many things by turning them into a contest. Cleaning, shopping, visiting my relatives. It was amazing what I could turn into a game if I had to.
    â€œGo on then, what kind of contest?”
    â€œWell, a wager,” I replied, “best of—I dunno—three games wins.”
    â€œWins what?” He added.
    Often the bribery would involve the removal of a chore from his list or a promise to make his favorite dessert that night. This time, I decided on something a little more fun.
    â€œAn orgasm.”
    â€œOh,” he said, brightening up, “sounds good.”
    â€œYeah, winner receives one full orgasm from the other competitor with no need to return the favor, redeemable at any time up to six months, no purchase necessary.”
    Ian chortled. It’s a great sound that gets me in the pit of my stomach still, and I must have heard it a million times over the years. My man is sexy, though. I can’t help myself.
    â€œOkay, Mandy, you’re on.”
    It really was a win-win situation. I would love to be showered with all his sexual prowess, but I would be equally happy to suck his cock until he came. I’m rather easy like that. Ian makes me that way; he’s hot. I want to touch him all the time;our friends are always complaining about our inappropriate touching in public. I couldn’t help it though. I wanted to wind my fingers through his or pinch his cute little bubble butt or run my fingers down his hard chest. I enjoyed reaching up to nuzzle his neck or his lips or cheek. I enjoyed being pulled into his body, snuggled beside my man.
    â€œOkay.” Ian’s voice woke me from my daydream. “Do you know what you’re doing?”
    â€œNot a clue,” I answered.
    â€œJust hold your remote like this.” He held it in his hand like a relay racer holds the baton. “And move about. You don’t have to press any buttons.”
    â€œI can do that.” I nodded and gripped my plastic stick accordingly.
    â€œRight, I’ve set it to randomly pick songs for us so there’ll be no fighting.”
    â€œOkay, boss.” I winked cheekily, and he reached out his left hand to slap at my bottom.
    â€œLess of that, you,” he growled. He did it on purpose; he knew that tone of voice made me wet.
    â€œSorry, sir,” I responded, and pressed a kiss to his cheek.
    â€œNo distracting me, you little minx. Now, are you ready?”
    â€œYes—I mean no. Not yet. Hang on.”
    I took off the zipped-up jogging top I’d put on to go outside in. Beneath it was a light, white T-shirt.
    â€œI’ll still be too hot,” I said. “I was dressed for the outdoors.”
    I slipped off my T-shirt and stood proudly in my plain white sports bra. I’d not reveal so much flesh to anyone else ever, but I knew Ian would appreciate it.
    â€œTwo can play this game,” he said and set to pulling down his jeans. If he was going to bring out the arse, so was I. I kickedoff my trainers and my thick cotton trousers followed. I was clad in just my underwear, all my curves revealed. I looked over to Ian. He was stripped down to his boxer-briefs, the ones with a picture of Animal from the Muppets on them that I’d bought him for Christmas. I loved to indulge his playful