SUBMIT TO YOUR MOTHER-IN-LAW! IN BED! She was incredibly patient. The first apron she gave him was a barbecue-type. Made of shiny red PVC it was the kind of thing many husbands wore when cooking outside. Then, when he was used to that one she gave him one for inside, a butcher's apron of plain white cotton. As the weeks went by she bought him different types. If he helped in the kitchen she threw him a blue nylon creation with a bibbed front, 'just to protect his clothes'; if he worked in the garden, a slick plastic one in green. One evening Jenny took Mike's hand and walked him to the kitchen. 'Help me with the dishes and we'll go to bed.' She whispered meaningfully. Mike allowed his wife to hook a pretty yellow apron over his head. As she turned him round and tied his apron-strings tight his hands slid over the frilled bib and apron skirt. But before he could speak she pulled him close and kissed him hard. They finished the dishes and embraced once more. She was very excited. Her eyes gleamed and her hands roamed over his slim frame. She caressed him through his smooth apron skirt. 'Lie back, over the table.' She hissed.

Mike grinned. He'd never seen her so aroused. He allowed her to shove him backwards over the small kitchen table. Her hands fumbled with his belt and his trousers were dragged down. Jenny mounted him. There was no other way to describe her actions. And he willingly allowed her to dominate to proceedings. She humped and jerked her groin against him. And her mouth was live thing, her tongue a snake invading his mouth and throat! When it was all over they both agreed it was the best sex they'd experienced since their wedding night. The next evening Mike arrived home to find his wife waiting for him in the kitchen. Wearing nothing but a short black nightdress. Mike raised an eyebrow. 'I wanted to take you over the table.' She told him huskily, 'Unless you object?'

He grinned and shook his head. He moved towards her and she backed away. 'Put your pinny on first.'

Mike paused, frowned uncertainly. 'My pinny? Why?'

Her eyes were hooded, her voice deep and husky. 'Because you look cute and, I don't know, domesticated, soft and sexy. Hurry. Put it on, for me!'

Her clear and obvious excitement had turned his mouth dry with lust. Hesitating only briefly he removed the frilly white and yellow apron from it's hook behind the door. Feeling more than a trifle silly he placed the lace-trimmed halter-neck over his head, slid the smooth apron-strings through his fingers and behind his back. As he fumbled with them his wife moved very close. She kissed him. All his doubts evaporated. Her kiss was long and deep and sensual. He felt himself pushed backwards. Jenny was kissing him everywhere and tugging at his belt. Her lovemaking was ferocious and at some stage he found himself wearing nothing but the bright shiny apron. But it was truly fantastic sex! Two nights later, as they lay in bed, he reached for her. Moving away she whispered, 'Put your pinny on.'

Mike found his emotions mixed. Denying her when he'd worn it previously seemed perverse, and yet he felt extremely uncomfortable that such a female garment could command such a place in their sex life. Reluctantly he left the bed. 'You don't have to go downstairs.' She told him thickly, 'I've bought you a new one - just for the bedroom. It's in your drawer.'

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