I’m a Spanish woman in my late thirties, from a medium-sized city in northern Spain. Over the years I’ve had a fairly normal sex life — nothing extreme, but active enough. I’ve been with men and, a few times, with women, and I’ve always approached it in a pretty relaxed way.
I’ve always had a bit of an exhibitionist side. I’ve written here before about how much I enjoy being topless among friends, and I’ve also been photographed and recorded by friends and lovers while topless at the beach. That same interest carried over into my sex life. Since I was quite young, what I liked was being photographed or recorded while having sex. I enjoyed that my lovers were the ones filming or taking pictures of me. I only did it occasionally, and only when I felt really comfortable with the other person.
Over time I ended up with some photos and a few videos — nothing excessive, just a small personal collection. Eventually I bought a small GoPro that I used exclusively for recording that kind of homemade content. I liked watching myself afterwards, and sometimes I would masturbate while looking at the material. A couple of times, I also showed it to a lover I trusted.
Now that I’m married, my husband knows I have that old material. At first I felt quite embarrassed telling him, but eventually I showed it to him. Since then, every now and then, when we’re alone and in the mood, we look at some of the photos or videos together. He especially likes the ones that feature women he knows from around town. On those occasions, I usually end up giving him a blowjob while he watches. I like doing it, even though it sometimes makes me feel a bit shy. It turns me on to see him so focused and aroused by something I experienced before I met him.
We don’t do this very often, but it has become a quiet, intimate way of connecting from time to time. We don’t share it with anyone else — it’s just between us. I like being able to show him that part of my life without it becoming an issue, and he seems to enjoy seeing me a bit younger and in situations he wasn’t part of. It’s not the center of our relationship, but it’s a small, private thing that we occasionally like to revisit.
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