When my boyfriend confessed that he’d shown my nudes to his best friend, I was speechless at first.. But, to my surprise, I didn’t get mad. Instead, I felt something else a deep, unexpected rush of excitement. Just knowing another man, especially his best friend, was jerking off to me... it sent a shiver down my spine. I couldn’t stop thinking about it. Instead of being upset, I told him we should keep going.

We started taking more pictures, but this time, it wasn’t just for us. We wanted to drive his friend wild. I wanted him to lose control over me, to crave me in ways he couldn’t ignore.

To take things further, my boyfriend casually asked him if he liked girls fully shaved. I’d always kept a “landing strip,” but when I heard he preferred them smooth, I didn’t even hesitate. The next day, I booked a wax.

The photos we sent after that? Me, naked and freshly shaved, my skin soft and flawless. His response? "Wait, she’s totally shaved now??" Just reading that made my pulse race. I knew I had him, and the idea of him obsessing over me made me want to show him even more.

But we didn’t stop there. I wanted to push him over the edge. We started experimenting, tight leggings that left nothing to the imagination, sheer lingerie, poses that screamed, take me now. Every time we sent him something, it felt like we were crossing a new line and I loved it. It wasn’t just dirty, it was addictive.

And then, there’s his situation. He has a wife and a kid. The thought of him sneaking glances at my photos, touching himself in secret while they were right there… it made me feel powerful. It made me want to tease him even more. My boyfriend knew exactly how much that turned me on, and it turned him on just as much.

We both know it’s wrong. But we’re hooked. And honestly, so is he. I can feel it...