When I started dating my wife she was still living with her mother.

On several occasions we would come home early from a date and I would be invited inside. It was during these unexpected arrivals that I would catch a glimpse of my future mom-in-law's nude backside, rushing out of the den toward her bedroom.

On one occasion we found a large rubber dildo stuck down between the cushions of the couch. She apparently had been using it in the den while she had the house to herself. After my wife and I got married it was nearly 8 years before I got another opportunity to see my mom-in-law wearing anything less than a bathing suit. That's where this story picks up: After my wife and I got married she had to have some surgery that left some scars that made my her feel uncomfortable about wearing anything less than a full one-piece bathing suit. I sew very well and set out to make her a swimsuit that was revealing yet hid her scars.

I bought patterns and used them to create my own design. I then bought the fabric and started sewing it together. Now all of this was done behind closed doors. All I would tell my wife was that I was making her a special outfit. Since I had sewn special dresses for her before she never questioned my actions. As I neared completion of the swimsuit I realized that it would be a great disappointment if the swimsuit didn't fit properly since it had never been fitted to a woman's body during the design process. Since my mom-in-law wears the same dress size as my wife and lived nearby, I called her and asked her if she would mind helping me with the fitting but keep it a secret since I was trying to suprise my wife. She readily agreed. I put some temporary stitching into the swimsuit to hold things in place and went over to her house. She met me at the door weaing a wrap-around terry cloth towel.

She either had gotten undressed for the fitting before I arrived or had been lounging in the nude. Either way it just barely covered her crotch and as she turned around to lead the way through the front room the bottoms of her butt cheeks peeked out from beneath the terry cloth with each step. She lead me back to the den, took the swimsuit from me, and stepped behind an oriental style dressing screen that served as a room divider. She removed the towel and put the bathing suit on.

I could see bits of bare flesh between the frames of the dressing screen as she dressed but not enough to make parts of her body. When she had the swimsuit on she stepped out from behind the screen and we started the fitting process. Because I had to make adjustments to various portions of the bathing suit I was able to touch her breasts with the back of my hand.

I could see her nipples swell up beneath the thin material I had selected for the bathing suit. When I made adjustments to the bikini line I found that she had an abundant patch of black pubic hair that had been trimmed back from the sides so that it was a vertical bar as wide as her crotch. Mind you this was just from being able to look in under the edge of the bathing suit as I was making alterations. When the fitting was done she stepped behind the dressing screen, took off the bathing suit, and put her towel back on.

When she stepped out from behind the dressing screen she handed me the altered bathing suit. She asked me to sit down and talk a while.

I did and before long she asked me what I would charge to process some 35mm film she had taken of herself in the nude.

I had a dark room at home and often processed my own photos. I told her that before I could justify doing her processing I would have to see her nude.

She said, "OK", stood up took off the robe, and paraded around like a model on a runway. Her breasts didn't sag, her stomach was firm, and her labes had been shaved so there was no hair between her legs. Her pubic hair extended upward from just above her personal place. I told her that if she were willing to trade favors from time to time, I would be glad to do her processing. She agreed to the terms and I left for home. Later that evening, I finished the bathing suit, gave it to my wife, and made wild love to her. She soft placeumed it must have been the anticipation to seeing her in the bathing suit I made for her.