As a tinkerer by nature, I spend a lot of my spare time puttering in the garage. On a particular late-spring afternoon, I was putting together and old bicycle that I'd salvaged from scrap. The days were getting warmer as the weather headed towards summer, so I had the garage door open to enjoy the occasional breeze that still drifted through.
I was preoccupied with my work when the door leading to the kitchen opened, and my wife Jackie stepped out. Fresh from a shower, she was dripping wet...her long, jet black hair clung to her in strings.
She was also completely naked.
"Oh crap," she said, "I came out here to the get something to wear...I didn't know you had the garage door open."
Now, I might have been a gentleman about it by closing the garage door, or offering to retrieve her clothes from the dryer.
But, noticing the way her pink aureole swelled slightly as she stood there totally nude, I chose not to.
Glancing behind me, I saw that the street and sidewalk in front of the house was empty. The neighbor's car across from us sat in the driveway, indicating that they were home, but there were no signs of life.
"There's no one around hun," I smiled, expecting her to turn around and go back in the house.
What happened next took me completely off guard.
Without a moment's hesitation, my bare wife padded across the garage, crossing in front of the open door, completely nude, exposing herself to the entire neighborhood. Her heavy, naked tits swayed slightly as she walked, and her delicious ass cheeks jiggled teasingly.
My jaw fell to my chest, and my cock rose to my belly inside of my sweat pants.
The washer and dryer sit in the corner just inside of the garage door. Standing in front of them meant that anyone on the sidewalk or street who might happen by would get an eyeful of my completely naked wife.