I’ve only ever done this in person rather than digitally through posting or emailing. I’m too afraid the person would share them.
We started dating in our mid 20s and at the time we still took photos and had the pictures developed. I had a small collection (about a dozen or so) of naked pics of her. She was and still is very attractive. And I’m not just partial. She did some modeling in her teens. She is tall, about 5’10”. She is brunette with long straight hair, long legs and wide hips. A nice round butt and very shapely C cup breasts with pink soft nipples. One night I was drinking with my cousin after work and he got to talking about he was lonely and thought he’d be single forever. He kept complimenting my relationship and saying how pretty my wife was. Suddenly he switched to saying that she wasn’t just pretty but super sexy and that he’d love to have sex with a woman that attractive. It took be aback just a tad but any feeling of jealousy or anger was stifled by the fact that it was complimentary. It made me feel good that other men lusted after my wife but I got to fuck her. Being young and dumb and feeling a bit like bragging I retrieved the stack of pictures from my desk and tossed them to him. His eyes lit up as he shuffled through them. I still have this stack in my desk and they’re my favorite photos of her despite having hundreds of digital pics taken since. There are six of her tanning topless on a hotel balcony. She’s got a small teal bikini bottom and is laying back on a lounge chair. Her tits on display. Then one of her on her stomach with her round butt in her bikini. Then there are a handful of fully naked pics. Two of her facing the camera standing with her tits and full bush showing. One facing away standing with her bare butt. Then three different angles of her laying on the bed, legs spread. Her lips visible under her bush.
My cousin must’ve shifted through them five times before I said “alright. That’s enough. You’ve logged them in your spank bank”. In the morning, sobered up, I felt guilty. I told my wife because I was afraid he’d say something. She was mad at me for a full day. Wouldn’t speak to me. I came home from work and she hit me with it. “Well?” I started to apologize and she said “not that. What did he say?” This surprised me. She had been mad long enough I guess and now was just curious how he liked them. I said he didn’t say anything. He was too busy drooling. She smirked and seemed to enjoy that. To this day she seems to get a little flustered around him. Knowing that he’s seen every inch of her.
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