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 the 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 a 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 by-product 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?

She decided she was going to bring him to the garage, as calmly as she could, to have a look at her project. She could hardly wait to see the look on his face once her secret masterpiece was revealed. The badges on the jacket glinted in the light as she made some final touches to bring out as much shine as possible. Then she turned away to head back inside, waiting for the right moment to return with Luke.

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That moment came later that night. After a quiet dinner of their favorite go-to meal of turkey burgers and angel hair pasta, during which Naomi had stayed about as internally calm as a marmoset on espresso, Naomi casually announced, “Hey Luke, come to the garage with me. I want to show you something.”

“Huh? Why?” he replied.

“Just come on. There’s something in there you should see.”

“Maybe there’s something you should see in my pants,” Luke joked back in reply.

Naomi giggled. Luke’s humor always got to her. “No really, come on!”

“Okay,” he responded, a tinge of laziness in his voice. He rose from the couch and joined her at her side. As they strode to the garage door, Naomi felt a spring in her step. She hadn’t anticipated being so excited at this point, and had to remind herself to stay calm.

As they stepped across the threshold into the garage and flipped on the lights, Naomi began to closely watch Luke’s line of sight and expression. She could tell, therefore, that it didn’t take him long to lock in on the uniform on the opposite side of the room.

“Why is my uniform out?” he asked as he turned toward her. Naomi smiled back at him.

“What’s happening here?” He was puzzled.

“Go check it out,” Naomi replied. She followed him as he approached the apparel. She could see that, now directly in front of the jacket, Luke was realizing something wasn’t quite right with “his” uniform. She continued to smile, knowing that years away from the Army life meant it would take him a moment to realize that this wasn’t his uniform after all. She watched him examine the jacket more closely.

“Something looks different about this,” Luke said. Naomi didn’t reply. Then Luke cocked his head to the side, a quizzical look on his face. He had obviously noticed the differences.

“This is a female uniform,” he announced.

“Yup!” she replied, laughing.

“Why do we have this?” And without noticing the nameplate yet, “Whose is it?”

Naomi raised her eyebrows and continued to smile. Then, facing Luke, she dashed her eyes toward the uniform, then back to him.

Luke started to stammer. “Is this…? This is for…you?”

“I love you,” Naomi replied, placing emphasis on the “love” and drawing out the “you.”

Luke stared at the jacket, then the skirt, then the shirt. Then he said, “I love you too,” with a smile.

“Do you like it?” Naomi asked.

“Well, yeah! Definitely very interesting. Where did you find this?”

“Online.”

“Are all these things…?” Luke asked, voice trailing off. He was looking at the decorations.

“They’re yours. I just…repurposed them.” Luke smiled as he nodded out a slight giggle.

“Is that okay?” Naomi asked, finally reaching the moment where her idea would either move forward or go no further.

A pause that felt like ages to her, then Luke said, “Yeah! I’m just…so surprised. I had no idea you could do this! That you could still get this uniform! Does it fit you?”

“Uh-huh,” Naomi replied, calmly, concealing her relief that her husband seemed to like the uniform so far. She suspected that he would, but she couldn’t be sure until she actually showed it to him.

Luke: “So…what’s this for?”

Naomi had been waiting for this moment for three months: “I thought it would be fun!”

“You mean fun for, like…” Luke responded, voice trailing off.

“Fun to acquire and assemble.”

Luke took his eyes off the uniform and was now looking at Naomi.

“And maybe for some other stuff, too,” she added.

“Ohhhhh,” Luke said, smiling broadly. “Wow. I don’t know what to say. Thank you?”

Naomi giggled, “Are you sure you like it?”

“Yes! Very cool. When do I get to see it on you?”

Naomi, playing coy, responded, “When I feel like it.”

Luke laughed, then said, “That’s hot.”

“I’m glad. I wasn’t sure how this was going to go. If you hadn’t liked it, then I probably would have just put all your stuff back where I found it, then thrown out the female uniform parts.”

“I really like it. What a cool idea!”

“Yay! But I have a little more to tell you about this.”

“Oh?” Luke replied.

“Yeah. So, I’ve tried this whole thing on, and it fits me really well. It looks really good on me, if I do say so myself.”

Naomi paused for emphasis. It really did look great on her – she had it tailored just right to stay somewhat close to the measurements of a real female uniform, but still perfectly accentuate her hourglass figure. When she had tried it on by herself the day prior while Luke was out running errands, the jacket and shirt fit snug around her breasts, pulling just ever-so-slightly on the topmost buttons. The high-waist skirt fell to the top of her knees and had been modified to a pencil skirt’s lines. Adding some other touches, like her sheer black thigh highs, black-framed glasses, and diamond stud earrings had, while perhaps straying outside of Army regulations, provided just enough subtle personal flair to make an otherwise relatively conservative outfit a lot more enticing – for both of them, she figured.

“I bet it does!” Luke exclaimed.

“We can totally have some fun with it.”

“Mmmhhhhmmm…” Luke responded, waiting for more.

“I was thinking…when I wear it, um, sometimes you can tell me what to do, and other times, um, I can tell you what to do.” Naomi was being cute and a little bashful.

“I love it! That’s so awesome, Naomi!”

“Do you like that?”

“Of course I like it!” Luke replied, excited. “So what kinds of things do we get to tell each other to do?”

“Well, we have limits of course. But the things I wouldn’t want to do, you wouldn’t want to do either.”

“That’s true.”

“Yeah. Let’s go inside. I’m getting cold out here,” Naomi suggested.

As they walked back inside their house, Luke said, “Wow. I can’t believe you did this, Naomi. How long did this take you?”

“About three months.”

“Three months! I had no idea that whole time!”

Naomi smiled, proud. As they continued into their living room and sat down on the couch, Luke asked, again, “So when do I get to see you in it?”

“I don’t know.” She was being playfully evasive. She suspected that Luke knew that if he kept asking, she’d probably cave in and put it on tonight. After all, she was interested in seeing where this new acquisition would take their sex life, too, but sometimes the tease makes it so much more worth it when the right moment actually does arrive. This, she felt, was not quite the right moment. She got the conversation back on track before he had a chance to convince her to wear it immediately.

“So, things that we won’t be doing with this,” she said, leading the conversation back to her limits of what she would and wouldn’t do in relation to the uniform – or under any circumstances.

“Right.”

“I think you know: no butt stuff.”

“Well, yeah, of course,” Luke replied. Naomi was glad her husband had never expressed any interest in that.

“And no simulated rape or other bad stuff.”

“Right.”

“I think that’s about it. Everything else is pretty much fair game. Like I said, the stuff I won’t do is stuff you don’t want to do anyway.”

“True. But are you sure that’s it?”

“Ummm…yeah?” Naomi wondered where this was going.

“You mean you’d be open to a threesome?” Luke replied, jokingly.

“Oh. Right. No threesomes. Or any other additional people.”

“Got it. And no photos.” Luke stated.

At this, Naomi looked back at him, tilted her head and shrugged her shoulders slightly. Luke raised his eyebrows. “You would be okay with me taking pictures of you wearing this?”

“I don’t know. Maybe. It depends on the nature of the pictures.” After all, she liked how she looked in it, and pictures could be a fun way to remember the good times this outfit was sure to usher in.

“How so?” Luke asked.

“A pinup-y kind of pose might be fun to do sometimes. But if you’re talking about some hardcore pic of my hoo-ha, I don’t know. I might need some additional convincing.”

“Mmmmm. I see,” Luke said. Naomi could tell Luke was intrigued by this idea.

“Just as long as they don’t end up somewhere on the internet,” Naomi added. “They can’t be on something that connects to the network.”

“Right. Definitely not interested in that.”

“Maybe I can take some pics of you!” Naomi said.

“Me? In what?” Luke asked.

“I don’t know. I’m sure we can figure something out. Maybe we can do a selfie together, with me wearing the uniform, and you wearing…not a uniform.”

“Oooh, I like that idea.”

“Yeah. Now come here and give me a kiss.”

Luke leaned over and kissed his wife on the lips, gently at first, then more deeply. Naomi reclined back on the couch as she threw her arm around his neck, bringing him down on top of her. Tonight’s revelation had created a palpable amount of sexual energy in their relationship, and it was rapidly coming to a head. There was no stopping this train. Their kissing grew more passionate, more sensuous as their tongues tangled and hands began to explore each other’s bodies. Naomi felt good about everything. The warmth of her husband’s body on top of her was so comforting after the cold short walk from the garage. Her uniform idea appeared to be a total hit. She was excited for the sexual adventures this was going to take them on, but at the moment, she was enjoying the physical comfort and connection of her husband. Several minutes later, their bodies taut with energy as Luke’s heat pulsed through her and pushed her over a cascade of ecstasy, she thought to herself: tonight the uniform will stay on its hanger, for we have all the pleasure we need right now.

Chapter 2: A Clean Start

“Hey,” Naomi said to her husband with a sigh, three weeks later. She had just gotten home from a long day at the office. It wasn’t very late in the day, just after five o’clock, but she had left for work that morning quite early. Managing teams, each with a high tempo and many deadlines, sometimes required days of twelve-plus hours, and this had been one those days. She was exhausted. Thank goodness today was Friday. Up next were two straight days off, during which Naomi fully intended to sleep as much as possible. Maybe some lovemaking with her husband would be on tap, too. Just as long as it didn’t interfere with her sleep.

Luke responded with a knowing smile, “Hi, Honey!” Naomi liked seeing his smiling face upon her return home. He too was a little weary from the workday, but he had little to complain about: he didn’t get out of bed until after Naomi had already left the house for the day, and he had been home for about an hour before her return.

Naomi walked up to her husband and leaned forward for a kiss on the lips. Finally home, she thought to herself. There had been points throughout the day during which she thought this moment could not come fast enough.

Luke put his arm around her and guided her inside their house, where Naomi first noticed a warm meal being prepared in the kitchen, and the soft hum of the dryer working on another load of laundry. She looked at Luke. She loved this man. Got home, got dinner going, ran a load of laundry. What more could a woman want out of her husband? Well, she could think of lots of other things, probably, but all she knew at the moment was that she really appreciated not having to deal with dinner decisions and a laundry situation approaching critical mass.

“Aw, thanks, Honey!” she said, as she stepped into the kitchen. She wondered what he was making.

“Of course,” he replied. “We’re having Montreal Chicken, sweet potato, and salad.”

“Yum!” Naomi’s mood instantly rose at the prospect of good food coming her way. “I love you so much,” she said as she turned around to hug her man.

“Because I’m making dinner?” Luke asked, bemused.

“No, just because you’re so caring and thoughtful and sweet and romantic all at once and I really appreciate it.” She smiled as she pulled back from him.

“Oh,” Luke said. “Well, I love you too.” He turned back to the stove, quickly re-focusing his attention on not messing up their meal.

Naomi walked to the bedroom and traded her work clothes for some comfortable pajama pants and a racerback tank top. She paused in the bathroom to freshen up a bit, playing with her hair and inspecting her eyebrows. Then she padded back toward the kitchen, where the smells of dinner were beckoning her senses to partake as soon as possible.

“Ooohhh,” she said, as she rounded the corner to where Luke was standing. “It smells so good.”

“That’s good,” Luke replied, still doing his best impression of Gordon Ramsey, but without the yelling.

Dinner came just a few minutes later, followed by dessert. Afterwards, Naomi was feeling quite relaxed. She could tell, however, her husband had not settled down yet. As soon as they had finished eating, he had gathered up the plates and was now, once again, scurrying about the kitchen with post-dinner tasks.

In the doorway of the kitchen, Naomi said, “Um, hello.”

Luke paused to look over at her. “Hi,” he replied, then returned to cleaning something in the sink. Naomi felt a twinge of guilt that he was doing this stuff while she just hung out, but after the day she had, she really wasn’t finding the extra gear to join the cleaning frenzy.

She said, “Do you mind if I go sit down for a few minutes, then I’ll finish up later?”

“No, of course not. And I’m almost done. I’ll just finish and join you later,” Luke responded.

“Okay. Thank you. Weekend!” Naomi was trying to plant a relaxation seed for her husband.

“Yeah!” he replied, without looking up from whatever he was cleaning in the sink.

Naomi walked back to the living room, sat down on the couch, swung her legs up onto the adjacent cushion, and pulled up a blanket. Then she turned on the TV, browsing the latest episodes of shows that they tried to watch but on which they always seemed to be behind by several weeks, no matter how often they tried to binge.

Luke joined her a few minutes later and settled into the other couch.

“Wanna watch a show?”

“Sure.”

They caught up on two episodes of a sci-fi drama, at the conclusion of which Luke said he was getting tired and that he was going to take a shower. Naomi was a little tired too but was feeling better than she had been when she first got home. It was funny how much her food intake dictated her well-being, but that was true for everyone, her husband included. She agreed that it was time to start heading toward bed, but she did feel some mild disappointment that it appeared there was not going to be any amorous activities tonight. With their work schedules of late, and evening fatigue, they were actually in a bit of a dry spell. In fact, she realized, the last time they had done it was three weeks ago, after she had shown Luke the uniform – but had not put it on. Though all of the components had been retrieved from the garage soon after she had revealed its secret existence, it still sat on its hanger in their closet, untouched. Naomi had briefly wondered if Luke actually didn’t like the uniform idea but wouldn’t tell her because he knew she had put a lot of time, thought, and energy into putting it together. She had asked Luke about it, and he had responded emphatically that yes, he was a fan, that things had been crazy busy lately, the right time just hadn’t come up, and what would he not like about it because, after all, anytime she wore it – regardless of who was “in charge” – it meant he was going to get sex.

Naomi stayed in the living room for a few more minutes after Luke left. She heard him shut the bathroom door and start the shower.

After mindlessly scanning through the multitude of useless status updates on her smartphone, she tidied up the living room for a few minutes, turned out the light, and headed down the hall toward the bathroom. Luke was still in the shower – not surprising, as he often enjoyed them at a leisurely pace at the end of the day. She opened the bathroom door and stepped inside, where she was momentarily startled at what she saw.

Standing in the shower facing a corner so that she saw her husband at profile, Naomi saw Luke pleasuring himself. By the looks of things, he had been at it a while, as he was fully erect and appeared quite caught up in the moment. In fact, it appeared he didn’t even notice that she was standing there, watching him furiously stroking his member. I thought he was tired! she thought to herself. What the heck? She decided this was too interesting to ignore.

“Well hello there!” Naomi announced.

“Oh!” Luke was surprised. Caught red-handed, one might say. Luke tried to stammer out a response, but words were failing him. He let go of his boner and turned slightly toward Naomi.

“Enjoying yourself?” Naomi asked, smiling.

“Um…well…uh…” Luke clearly had no idea what to say. His erection was subsiding.

Naomi saw her husband turning flaccid. “What’s happening? You gonna let that go?” she asked, looking him up and down.

Luke appeared totally lost for words. His swollen member was shrinking with each passing second.

“Don’t stop because of me!” Naomi encouraged him to pick things back up where he had left off. “I’m your wife, you know. I’m not supposed to be the reason you lose your boner without finishing!”

She watched Luke slowly grab his penis and tentatively resume stroking it. He was looking back at her, wide-eyed. She could tell he was unsure of himself and felt awkward, standing naked and attempting to masturbate in front of her.

“You okay?” she asked.

“Well…yeah…” Luke continued to stammer as he moved his hand forward and backward.

Naomi leaned against the wall and folded her arms across her chest. She arched her eyebrows and looked down at his penis in his hand, then nodded as if to encourage him to get it done. After only a few more seconds of watching him struggle to return to his personal amusement park, she decided that he was probably not going to get back there without some help. He was looking at her as he stroked, and while the idea of her image inspiring him to masturbate was certainly desirable to her, she surmised that he would not be able to get back to the proper mindset. It looked as though she would have to convince him that what he had been caught doing was, in fact, okay.

“Need some help with that?” she asked, again looking directly at this penis, which was now firming back up a little, but still not at full attention like it had been when she walked in on him. When he was fully erect, Luke was…impressive.

Luke had no answer to her offer of assistance. She figured he probably didn’t know for sure what she meant, and wanted to ask, but was holding back out of lingering embarrassment. So she opened the shower door and gently pushed his hand aside so she could grab on to his cock.

The effect was nearly instantaneous. At first, Luke looked shocked, but the rapidly growing member in her hand told her he was quite turned on by this. She stroked him, up and down his widening and lengthening shaft. Shower water was bouncing off of Luke’s upper body onto Naomi’s hand and arm. She looked at his face. His hair was wet, pressed down to his head in such a way that his facial features stood out more prominently. There he was, her husband, standing naked and glistening in front of her, with a mixture of confusion and arousal transgressing his face.

She felt herself getting more turned on at this sight. She leaned in for a kiss on the lips, not letting go of his erection. The water and damp air were warm and inviting, and she was tempted just to step into the shower stall with him. Alas, it would be too small to do much of anything in there, so she remained mostly outside the stall as she gradually increased the pace at which she stroked him.

The angle, however, at which she was helping her husband was not ideal. Usually, the handjobs she gave her husband were with both of them laying down, from standing by his side, or by reaching around his front while standing behind him. In this case, they were facing each other, and the speed with which she wanted to pump her husband was difficult to achieve in this position. Instead of turning him, however, Naomi wordlessly knelt on both her knees and took him in her mouth.

She knew he would love this. Water was splashing everywhere. Luke took a few tiny steps back and to each side, as if to re-balance himself. She felt his hand rest on her head. His boner, which she had thought was fully erect before she started sucking him off, seemed to be growing in her mouth. Naomi looked up at Luke. The confusion and embarrassment that had been etched across his face just a few minutes ago had completely departed. Now he looked intensely focused on the sexual satisfaction, just as he had been doing when she first opened the bathroom door.

Good, she thought to herself. That’s exactly what I wanted. Just because she had caught Luke in the act didn’t mean he should be denied the pleasure. He’ll have to deal with the consequences later, she smiled to herself.

Refocusing on the task at hand – and in her mouth – Naomi pulled her hair back into a ponytail while holding him in place with just enough pressure from her lips. For her knees, she turned slightly to pull a bath towel off the nearby rack and wadded it up to form a cushion. The warmth from the shower permeated the bathroom. Her comforts attended to, she now could stay down on her husband for a lengthy duration.

However, such a length of time was not needed. From his solo efforts and Naomi’s attention, Luke was already quite aroused, and she could tell from his now-audible breathing pattern and slightly flexing knees that he was close to a climax. In what turned out to be one of the shortest blowjobs she had ever given him, she took him deeply, stroked him with her hand, sucked on the tip…and received his liquid warmth. Just before he launched into her mouth, she felt him swell, seemingly growing beyond the limits of his full erection. Naomi braced herself, knowing he had surpassed the point of being able to hold back. She continued to move her lips up and down his shaft as he filled her mouth and momentarily lost perception of his surroundings. As such, he rather inadvertently pushed deeper into her mouth as he came, causing Naomi to push back on his upper thighs with both her hands. He yielded, but continued to flow into her. She was familiar with this taste – not familiar due to frequent occasions, but because she had done this for Luke before, and this wasn’t really a taste easily forgotten. Still, it was a bit better than she recalled. Must be all the pineapple juice he’d been drinking most mornings.

Once Naomi felt Luke stop pulsing into her, she pulled back with her lips sealed. Their eyes met. Luke was watching her, wondering what she was going to do next. Surprising even herself, Naomi tilted her head down and swallowed, then coughed a little. Then she swallowed again. She hadn’t planned to do this, as the shower was running right in front of her and it would have been really easy to just spit his stuff down the drain. Yet when his stuff arrived, she took it down the hatch without really thinking about it.

She looked up at him to see a mixture of pleasure, surprise, and adoration in his eyes. He was standing there, water bouncing off of him and running all over down his body, with a tendril of cum trailing off the end of his penis. He looked hot, and Naomi wanted him. She was pleased she was able to pleasure him – not that it was difficult for them to please each other, but as she looked at him breathing heavily, shining in the shower, she wanted something for herself.

Luke finally broke the silence. “You’re amazing.”

Naomi smiled.

Luke continued, “That was incredible. Thank you for that.”

Naomi stood up, still tasting him. She turned to the sink and spat, then rinsed her mouth quickly. She still hadn’t said a word since Luke had climaxed.

“Are you okay?” Luke asked.

“Mmhmm,” Naomi replied pleasantly.

“Did it taste horrible?”

“No, actually, it wasn’t bad at all.”

“Really?”

“Yeah,” Naomi said, with a soft smile. She was making her way toward the door.

“Where are you going?”

“To turn down the thermostat. It’s really hot in here.” Then she exited the bathroom without waiting for a response.

She wasn’t going to adjust the thermostat. She had said that because she had an idea and needed to get moving on it before he got out of the bathroom. She knew that turning down the temperature was one thing he wouldn’t dispute – they were constantly discussing what it should be set at, with him wanting it cooler, her wanting it warmer. So telling him that she was going to turn it down was probably more than agreeable to him. She laughed to herself that he was probably wondering what he did to be so lucky tonight: handjob, blowjob, and a cooler temperature setting.

Instead of heading down the hallway to adjust the temperature, she shut the bathroom door behind her and immediately turned into the master bedroom and headed straight for the dresser, along the way dispensing the sweatpants, tank top, and panties she had been wearing. She opened a dresser drawer and began pulling out several items, some of which she put on immediately. Then she stepped quickly into the nearby closet and cleared space on the rack adjacent to the uniform hanging in the back. Some of its decorations shone brightly in the light.

Luke was still in the shower, but she figured he would be close to finishing. He tended to dawdle through his evening bathroom routine, so she knew she’d have a few more minutes after he shut off the water before he’d emerge. Her plan was to be waiting, in uniform, for him when he came out, and see where the evening took them. And she was going to be in charge of that. She hurriedly began getting dressed.

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In the shower, Luke was still a bit dazzled by the evening’s turn of events. His wife had caught him jacking off, and then sucked him off. And then swallowed his cum. And then she disappeared abruptly. As he mindlessly finished up his shower, he wondered if he was in trouble, given Naomi’s sudden departure after her surprise visit. He wondered what to say to her once he got out of the bathroom.

As he pondered this, he was in no rush to complete his evening routine. He took his time drying off and brushing his teeth, looking absently at the wall fixtures as he thought about what to say to his amazing, beautiful, thoughtful, surprising, and incredibly sexy wife. He never really came up with an answer, other than to express his deep gratitude for the helpful addition to his shower. As he stepped out of the bathroom and turned off the light, he was feeling very emotionally drawn to his wife. He was actually excited to get in bed and lie close to her.

The cuddle time would have to wait. He rounded the corner into the master bedroom and found himself stunned by his wife for the second time in less than an hour.

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“Hey,” Naomi said to Luke, who was standing in the doorway with his mouth agape.

She was seated, legs crossed at the knee, on a trunk perpendicular to where Luke was standing. The lights were somewhat dimmed, but her attire was still easy to distinguish. Her husband had stopped in his tracks and appeared, for the second time tonight, to be at a loss for words. Finally, he stammered out, “Hi there.”

Naomi felt sexy, and she knew that Luke would agree with that sentiment. Despite the relative quickness with which she donned the uniform, she had not missed a single component. Her hair was tied up in a bun on the back of her head, with a few long loose strands coming down the right side of her face. Her diamond stud earrings glittered in the light, perfectly accentuating her features. Her jacket and shirt fit snug around her bust, slightly tugging at the buttons down the midline, but not ill-fitting. With her legs crossed, her skirt rode up to her lower thigh, but the back vent kept things relatively modest. On her feet, she had on patent leather black four-inch pumps.

Underneath, Naomi was wearing the black thigh highs she had selected for this outfit. They were held in place by a rather playful mesh-back, opaque-front, black racerback garter slip she had found online that she thought fit the character of a female Army chick – hot, but with an overarching functionality. At first glance, it could have passed for a little black tank top.

Finally, with perhaps the most important component of this ensemble, Naomi had pinned on the rank of a four-star general on the shoulders of the jacket – just in case her husband needed something to make it abundantly clear who was in charge.

She saw Luke’s eyes wandering up and down her. They lingered at her skirt's hemline, undoubtedly trying to steal a glance at a potential extra something underneath. Then his gaze drifted upwards – perhaps to stare for a moment at her breasts? she wasn’t sure – pausing at her shoulders as if to count the stars of her rank, then making eye contact. He was still speechless, eyes wide, incredulous. Things seemed to be going pretty well so far, she thought to herself as she felt a warmth come over her.

Naomi broke the silence with a pre-planned command. “Get hard.”