Prologue
To varying degrees, the vision of an organized garage is a temptation of every homeowner, and Luke and Naomi were no different. They had long wanted a garage in which they could actually park their two cars, so their efforts at unpacking their many storage boxes residing in that room was a long-awaited first step in that direction.
Just as they had settled into a productive groove, Luke approached Naomi from behind as she was sifting through one of his wardrobe boxes full of his old Army uniforms. He started whispering sweet nothings about how hot she looked in her little college shorts and snug lace-up tank top with a sports bra visible underneath. Naomi looked up, a little surprised, and used the back of her left wrist to wipe off the light amount of sweat that had beaded on her brow. Luke nestled up to her, a little uncomfortable in the summer midday heat of the non-air conditioned garage. She glanced casually over her shoulder, letting her hand down to her side.
"Oh!" she said, somewhat playfully, as her hand grazed the erection growing in his shorts. Her husband of almost ten years, Luke was clearly not letting the paradigm of "marriage = death of the sex life" take hold in their relationship. They weren't addicted to sex like rabbits, but Naomi and Luke did not frequently pass up on intimate moments, no matter how planned or spontaneous. Judging by the look -- a look that Naomi knew well -- in his eye, a spontaneous moment of romance was upon them, and she was more than willing to see where this took them. Down below, she felt herself begin to swell with moisture. Her anticipation was building quickly.
Luke wrapped his arms around her front, and quickly slid his hands under her waistband, sliding his fingers toward her vagina. Intrigued, Naomi twisted herself toward the back of the detached garage and came to face her husband, aware that the roll-up door was very much open and that any nosy neighbor looking down their driveway might see a lot more than they expected. That awareness slipped away when she looked at her husband. He was dressed in workout clothes that seemed to accentuate his ropy-toned arms, broad shoulders, and firm, defined backside. He was already glistening with sweat as he leaned into her face and kissed her firm and deep. He then moved one hand down her back, then over the side of her arm, and onto her breast. Getting more and more turned on, Naomi kissed him back, and reached into his shorts to grab onto his hardness.
Things moved quickly from here, and Naomi found herself perched on a large moving box, her husband kissing her legs and fingers pulling aside the crotch of her shorts to softly stimulate her outer labia. Naomi arched her back as she thrust her hips forward from her seat. She exhaled slowly and closed her eyes as she felt her husband's face draw near her womanhood. Her moistness was yearning for his oral touch, and he was quick to oblige. As she felt his lips caress her inner thighs, tendrils of warm pleasure began to pulse through her body, and grew in intensity as the tip of his tongue began to gently stimulate her clitoris. She was quickly getting very wet, and his attempts to drink her love were not keeping up with her accumulation. Not for lack of effort on his part, though. As Naomi's vaginal lips opened more, Luke surged his tongue deeper, and more rapidly, drawing it back only to catch his breath and swallow. She breathed in deeply again, totally forgetting about the open garage door behind her. She was in the moment, letting herself be pleasured, giving in to the pronounced feelings of joy and satisfaction emanating from her region, courtesy of her husband.
Naomi lost herself in the throes of passion as Luke flicked his tongue on her wetness, up and down, side to side with a quickness she only knew from him. She wanted him inside her. No thought to return the oral favor -- her journey toward an orgasm was rapidly nearing climax, and she was certain Luke wouldn't mind if she took control of their "work break" to put him inside her. She slid off the top of the box, rubbing her flower on his mouth, chin, and nose as she did.
Naomi smiled as she watched her husband step back, mouth hanging open as he tried to catch his breath and compose himself. A few drips of her wetness suspended several inches like bungee cords off of his face. She stepped toward him, grabbing his cock once again after pulling down his shorts. She wrapped her other arm around his shoulders and kissed him on his lips, tasting herself and momentarily silencing his deep breaths. She started rubbing his cock slowly, up and down, then let go. She kissed him again, and took a small amount of joy in how quickly she got him rock hard. With them both still standing, she climbed onto him, wrapping her arms and legs around his. She effortlessly reached down between their warm torsos and grabbed onto his boner again, guiding him inside her through one of the legs of the shorts that she was still wearing.
And so went their romp through the garage. Naomi was quite pleased with their sex life, not just because of this rendezvous, but because everything felt so right with her life with Luke. It was fun. It was comfortable, respectful, exciting, and optimistic. Sure, doing it in the garage in broad daylight might have been a little...bold. A little exhibitionist. A little impromptu, unexpected, adventurous, and delightful. And maybe a little dirty, but who really cares about such perceptions when you do it with the love of your life?
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That was three months ago. For the two of them, the memory of their spur-of-the-moment passion in the garage was now a private story over which to reminisce with a smile. But what Naomi hadn't told Luke since that day, however, was that a secret had been born. A secret that now, in the cooler temperatures of autumn, she was eager to reveal to him.
Chapter 1: A Secret Revealed
Just one last pin...there
, Naomi thought to herself as she affixed a final shiny badge to the left front lapel of a green jacket. She stepped back to admire her handiwork, for creating this ensemble had taken much more time and research than she thought it would when she had first conceived the idea.
That was a lot of stuff to pin on this thing.
Indeed, when she held up the jacket, it was noticeably heavier on one side than the other.
Three months ago, and an hour or so after Naomi and Luke had intimately toured their garage, they were back at work (albeit in a bit more tired and relaxed manner) unpacking boxes. She had opened a suit bag that contained Luke's old Army Green Dress Uniform, complete with all the badges and other decorations that he wore when he was last on active duty fourteen years ago. Except for a few small wrinkles surely caused by its time in storage, the uniform still looked like it could be worn again today. Together they had paused to look at it, with Naomi asking questions and Luke telling stories of what each decoration meant and how they were earned. She listened in rapt fascination, getting more insight into the former lifestyle of a man she was married to and who hardly spoke of those days, mostly because, as is the case with many, the present dominated daily interaction to such an extent that little room was left for a time that bore little relationship to today. Life seems to have a way of lurching from phase to phase, period to period, and people take what little they can along the way before moving on to the next adventure. Luke and Naomi were no different -- his military service had occurred before they met, so Naomi had never experienced the "all the same but very diverse" demographic of an Army base, never seen her husband lumber out of bed at five o'clock every morning, and, thankfully, never had to endure the many nights alone while her husband went to work in dangerous parts unknown. As she listened to his stories, Naomi imagined what Luke looked like in this uniform -- after all, what woman doesn't like a man in a military dress uniform? -- and then found herself wondering what
she
might look like in female equivalent of this ensemble.
Clandestine research via the internet ensued. Naomi discovered that the Army got rid of the Army Green Dress Uniform, and replaced it with something that Naomi personally thought looked ridiculous: the current ensemble, dark blue with the yellow shoulder-board rank decorations, made today's Army folks look like they were in the Civil War. All the men needed were some epic beards and they'd be ready for a Third Battle of Bull Run. Fortunately, the internet being a repository of all information (no matter how out of date), Naomi found the standards for the ladies' version of the uniform that she and Luke had talked about in the garage that day. She liked what she saw -- well, some versions, anyway. She could tell immediately that some portions of the uniform were not the most flattering, but her eye for fashion did not abandon her. She knew that a few loose interpretations of the old standards would be pretty effective in making this a delicious ensemble for private use. This idea excited her, not just for the intimate fun and adventure it might present, but also because creating it would engage her artistic side in a way that she thought Luke would really appreciate -- if she could turn this idea into a reality.
A reality, she did make. Hanging now from a metal shelf in the garage near the wardrobe box that still contained Luke's uniform, was the fruit of almost three months of her labor: a female Army Green Dress Uniform. To get to this point, it had taken a substantial amount of time searching for just the right components to buy over the internet, an encounter with a dry cleaning lady who looked at her quizzically -- but didn't say anything -- when Naomi brought the components in for laundering and pressing, and numerous moments of
am I sure I want to do this?, is this really worth it?, do I really think Luke will like this?
and other questions of self-doubt. In addition, of course, there were the sneaky practices to keep it all hidden from Luke. Yet a freshly pressed green jacket, matching skirt, and undershirt hung firm and straight in front of her, and she was pretty certain Luke had no idea what she had created.
The uniform displayed a full complement of medals, badges, ribbons, and appurtenances. The nameplate was new and said, "Naomi," but everything else she had pulled off of Luke's uniform to add a flair of authenticity, as well as personal touch, to her project. When the time came for her to actually wear this uniform, Naomi would take some artistic liberty, of course -- namely with the shoes, hosiery, and underwear. She had already had the skirt tailored a bit shorter and tighter than the standard she had found online for this uniform. Had she stayed true to those standards, the purpose motivating the assembly of this uniform -- the other major portion of this secret -- was not likely to be best served.
That purpose, of course, was intimate in nature. Naomi saw this uniform, fairly conservative on its own, as a hot number that she thought her husband would enjoy. They could role-play with this, with her being in charge of him at times, and vice versa other times. Some people might consider such a use of the uniform as taboo, and that was certainly their right. However, what she and her husband did with it during their personal time, out of public view (well, they would
try
to stay out of view, anyway...sometimes things happen, like a romp in the garage with the roll-up door open), was their business. At times over the past three months, Naomi had wondered if Luke might also think negatively toward her idea...and if he did, well, she had fun thinking about it and putting it together on her own. Still, she was excited to show him her creation, and she had a reasonable amount of confidence that he would be all about some "General Naomi" action.
An unexpected byproduct of Naomi's secret effort was pride. Usually, her attempts to keep something from Luke lasted no more than a week, and often didn't last a day. Who could forget the incident with the TV show selection, when, on the eve of his birthday, Luke selected a show for streaming that she had just bought him, as a birthday gift, on Blu-Ray. In a panic, Naomi had revealed that secret, pleading with him not to watch that show, that night. Or, there was the time he had been flattening boxes for recycling and happened across a label identifying an apparel item she had purchased for him in honor of Veteran's Day, which was the next day. Secrets were simply not one of Naomi's strong suits, so the fact that she had put all this together without him knowing made her feel proud of herself, and excited to reveal it to him.
She had even thought about how she was going to present this to him. She had considered just putting it on and having him "discover" her in full regalia, but she ultimately decided that it would be more fun for her to tease it to him by keeping it on the hanger, then putting it on someday later when she felt like it.
After all, I was the one who put all of this together, so I should get to have a little fun with it too, right?
