It had been over a month since they had been intimate. She was horny and a bit crushed that he hadn't been in the mood for so long. Today would be different. She had a plan. It was his day off and she was going to re-ignite their relationship.

"Want more coffee, babe?" she asked. He simply grunted. She sighed.

"Okay," she responded with a sigh. "I'm going to get a clean apron and bake your favorite cookies."

"Oh...okay. Thanks." he mumbled.

She went to the bathroom. After a shower, she perfumed her breasts and neck. She dried her hair but left it just a bit wild. Looking in the mirror, she felt frustrated with her man. She had worked hard to keep fit by walking, doing yoga, squats to keep her butt toned and eating carefully.

"Okay, here we go," she said. She went to her dresser and took out her sexiest panties. He had bought them for her for Valentines Day - a pink thong with hearts. It was a present for him more than her, so maybe they would get him hot. In her closet, she had a clean apron. It was a bit too small for her. That's exactly why she wanted to use it. Her ample breasts popped out a bit on each side. He loved side boob. She looked in the mirror. She looked hot. Her boobs were poking out just enough and the apron was short, falling just below her waist. Her sexy legs and beautiful round ass looked sublime. She wondered if she should wear shoes, but he loved her bare feet, so she decided against them.

She did her best to prance into the kitchen. He sat, still drinking coffee and scrolling on his phone. She rolled her eyes.

"Hey honey. Want to help me bake the cookies? It'll be fun, I promise."

He looked over at her. She had turned around and was reaching for some flour that was on a high shelf. She stood on tiptoes; her bottom was perfectly flexed. Even from the back, he could see her side boobs. His mouth dropped open.

"Uh...I, guess I could be of some help."

"Oh, good! she responded, as she whipped around to face him. "I have some special clothes for you. You don't want to get messy, do you?" She bent over, exposing her perky asshole, behind her thong. She wore a pink, jeweled, butt plug. She pulled out a clean apron and a tiny men's leopard print G-string she had picked up for him.

"Put these on," she said in a motherly voice. He looked at the tiny apron and the G-string. He half-smiled and half-cried.

"I can't wear those," he complained. "I'll look stupid." She slammed a spoon down on the counter.

"Look, sweetie," she said sternly. "I'm not going to go on like this. We haven't had sex in over a month. We haven't even had a decent conversation. You and I are partners. You're my best friend and my lover. We've reached the point where we need to spice things up, so get those old clothes off, get naked and put on the G-string and apron, or I'll rip your clothes off and put them on you myself!"

"Okay. I'm uh, sorry. You're right. You're absolutely right." He took off his old t-shirt. She watched him undress. He still looked good. She loved his dad body. He stripped off his old jeans and briefs. She was glad to see his cack was semi-hard. Maybe she was getting through to him. After putting on the G-string, she ordered him to stop and turn around a couple of times. His buns were still nice and tight. She smacked them with a wooden spoon. He jerked and did a little dance. They both laughed. He put on the small apron.

Slowly, she walked over to him and hugged him warmly, gripping his sexy ass tightly. They shared a passionate kiss - more passionate than they had known in years.

"Okay, let's get cooking," she said. She began breaking eggs in the mixing bowl. "Stir these up really good, she ordered. As he stirred, she got behind him, rubbing her breasts on his back. She reached under his apron and rubbed his chest. He had trouble concentrating on the eggs.

"Keep stirring," she ordered. She grinned from ear to ear. Her plan was working. She decided to go for broke and reached one hand down into his tight G-string. She fondled his cock. She loved to feel it grow hard in her hand. With her other hand, she massaged his balls, then grabbed them firmly.

"These are mine," she whispered in his ear.

She talked him through the rest of the mixing. When the batter was ready, she removed his apron and G-string. He stood before her, completely naked. Taking a bit of batter in her hand, she dropped to her knees and gently spread cookie batter on his cock and balls. Then, she licked. She licked and sucked and licked some more. Taking some cooking oil in her hand, she began stroking his cock. When he was about to burst, she stopped.

"Now, watch me," she commanded. She removed her apron and the panties. She looked down at his twitching cock. She gave it a pat, then grabbed it and led him to the kitchen table. She lay on her back, sprawled on the table. He could see she was wet.

"Please fuck me, baby," she pleaded. He walked over and kissed her passionately.

"I love you," he whispered.

"I love you, baby," she said as she pulled his head down and lightly bit his earlobe.

They made intense love on the table. It was like the first time. After they both came, he surprised her by taking cookie batter and putting it on her breasts and between her legs. It was his turn. He licked and kissed her from her head to her sweet toes. He especially savored the sweet cookie batter. Her nipples grew hard as he tasted the sweetness. He brought her to a second orgasm as he tongued her pussy.

After showering together, they baked the cookies and took them to bed. Who would have thought baking could re-kindle a relationship?