I somehow kick out.

I raise my shoulder, and in the same motion roll over on top of her. She's too tired to put up a fight. It's now my turn to slap the mat.

"One! Two!"

She gets her shoulder back up, and I **** it back down, pinning both her arms.

"One! Two!"

With a girlish snarl, she locks her robust thighs around one of mine, and shifting her thick hips, rolls us both onto our sides. The fierce amazon I married has reawakened.

She rolls onto her hands and knees, her beautiful body arched in a winning pose I wouldn't mind photographing and pinning up on my wall. She gets to her feet, and I follow suit.

We lock arms again.