Here we are again. I had worried a lot about posting a nude picture of myself. My body just isn’t one that I think is particularly attractive, though it isn’t something I’m ashamed of, either. I just didn’t want anyone that I knew to find out that I had posted such a thing. 

For several days after I deleted my first uploaded photo, I had an internal debate. There was no denying that the idea of some man out there getting hard, just because he had seen my photo was sexually exciting. Imagining someone looking at my picture, and being so aroused by it that he pulled out his cock and began jerking it until he shot cum all over his screen made me incredibly horny.

But my concerns about being somehow recognized still prevented me from posting again. As I considered my feelings on the matter, I decided that my hang up had a lot to do with the fact that the original community in which I posted was fairly niche. It wasn’t even a community that I associated with in real life, I was just referred to it based on the fact that people there were typically nice to all body types that posted there. I think that somehow the idea of it being a smaller community made me feel like I couldn’t get lost in anonymity there, which I definitely felt like I had to do.

So, I began the hunt for another place to post. And then I did. 

It was nerve wracking. And thrilling. And embarrassing. And arousing. And…I’m kind of proud of myself. I went outside of my comfort zone. I got to watch my husband’s smile as the upvotes began increasing. He loved the fact that each upvote likely meant that someone had been aroused, and perhaps even masturbated, to my naked body.

The comments began coming through, making me feel like, even though I am no super model, and do not feel very fit, maybe I could be sexy anyway. By themselves, the comments did not make me horny enough that I needed immediate relief or anything. But they started me thinking. And then thinking turned to imagining. And then to a little bit of risqué reading. And then, when I was nice and wet, I pushed my husband’s phone away from him, pushed him on his back, and mounted his thick cock.

My husband couldn’t stop smiling as he gazed up at my body, which had been admired by so many people that night already, but which only he got to touch. He thrust into me as he gently tweaked my nipples, revving me up towards my orgasm, grinning his adorable grin all the while. While he thrust, and caressed, and pinched, I rubbed my clit, escalating my arousal to fantastic heights, before the dam broke and my orgasm burst through.

The clenching of my pussy on my husband’s cock, combined with the knowledge that he was likely not the first to have his dick stimulated while staring at my body tonight, caused him to lose control. I hadn’t even finished my orgasm when he suddenly thrust so much harder, spurting jizz deep into my pussy.

I fell forward on his chest, his softening dick still in my nethers, as he kissed the top of my head. 

Maybe posting photos is not so bad after all.