Body Image
I'm 70. I know my body. It's old. My boobs sag and my belly is too large.
But I do have nice legs due to a lifetime of hiking, biking, gardening and exercise.
My husband has always wanted me to show more skin, both at home and in public. Occasionally I humor him and wear some of the sexy clothes or lingerie that he keeps buying for me. Very occasionally, while traveling, I show some cleavage. He loves it and thanks me for it.
He has often asked to take pictures of me. Explicit pictures. In and out of my sexy clothes. Sometimes, if I've had enough wine, I let him. He uses an old phone that is not hooked up to the internet so there is no chance of my body showing up on the web. We review them afterward and I always insist that he deletes anything too explicit. Secretly, I get excited about the photos and his reaction. My nipples harden and my pussy tingles. I've found that some of the photos even make me look sexier than I imagined. Lying on my back minimizes my belly and enhances my generous breasts and protruding nipples. Although I would never admit it to him, I imagine a stranger looking at my body and appreciating it.
But I know better. Nobody would be aroused except my husband.
I am also aware that he frequents a few amateur porn sites that feature women of all ages and sizes in various states of nudity. He even pays extra for the more explicit photos and videos of these women. A few weeks ago, he showed me a site on his laptop. The women were sorted by age and locations like in the bedroom, outdoors, in public, etc. He flipped through a few pages, showing what turns him on and what he would like to do with me and what he would like me to do. At no point did he suggest he would like to post photos of me on the site.
There was one particular post that stuck with me. A 75 year old woman hiking topless, then getting fully nude at a gorgeous lookout well off the trail. She stripped down then sucked her photographer's dick. The ocean view background was stunning. She made eye contact with the camera while sucking him off. A few shots later, she allowed him to come all over her breasts. The last shot was a close up of a come covered nipple. I read some of the comments on the post. Most were very positive. Men asked her to give them the same treatment. Some said that the jacked off and came because of the photos. One female commenter wanted to lick the come from her tit. Others stated how sexy she was.
One day, while my hubby was away, I figured out how to get back to that website. It was buried deeply in his list of links. For nearly an hour I explored the site. I found the section where men posted their photos. Interestingly, I was more attracted to the women's photos. Such variety. What they had in common was their confidence and willingness to show off their bodies. Some were just too graphic and sleazy, but most were of ladies enjoying themselves.
I explored the videos sections and was totally turned on by watching both men and women in the throes of orgasm. The look on their faces was mesmerizing. I found myself pinching my nipples and rubbing my crotch without even thinking about it. Key word search brought me to outdoor sex. One particular video showed another hiker, this time in nothing but hiking boots. She walked past a couple on the trail and simply smiled and said hi. The couple had huge eyes and said nothing as they passed. She turned to the camera with a huge grin on her face. "Look," she said. The camera zoomed in on her soaking wet vagina, so wet that her juices were running down her leg. That's when I realized that I was rubbing my clit through my shorts. The lady in the video was bringing herself to orgasm at the same time as I came. Hard.
It was the first time, ever, that I had done anything like that while on the web. I contemplated my perversion. Or was it? My husband does it, and millions of others too. Thinking of him, I realized that he would be coming home soon. I got off line and shut down his laptop. Looking down, I saw something else that had never happened before. I had a HUGE wet spot on my crotch. At my age, I am usually pretty dry. Not now.
I went to the bedroom to change clothes. After stripping off my pants and panties, I glanced in the mirror. My lips were red, puffy and shiny. I pulled off my top and removed my bra. Standing in front of the mirror, I inspected my body. Yes. I was far from perfect. I lifted my boobs and flicked my nipples. Instant turn on. I used both hands to spread my lips and expose my clitoris. The open air felt wonderful.
Then I heard the garage door opening. I grabbed fresh clothes and got myself decent before he came upstairs. I met him at the top of the stairs and gave him a big hug.
"Wow! That was nice. Was I gone that long?"
"Yes. I missed you."
"Huh. I should leave more often. You look flushed did you just work out?"
I blushed. "No, just some work in the garden."
It wasn't until about an hour when I realized that I had left my "wet" clothes in a heap on the floor. When I entered the room I could smell... me. The clothes were dropped into the hamper and I opened the window. Wide.
"Hey Burt, I need a drink. Would you please make me a martini? "
"A martini? You never drink my martinis."
"Well, we all need to try something new once in awhile, don't we?"
A few weeks passed. My mind kept coming back to my web experience. I felt guilty and exhilarated at the same time. I'm not sure if my husband noticed, but we had sex more often and I was very enthusiastic during our lovemaking. He did notice that I left a few more buttons open on my tops and wore more dresses and skirts than normal. He complimented me on my legs and cleavage every time I did.
One evening, after dinner, I changed into a sexy black lingerie outfit - garters, stockings, crotchless panties and the barely there push up bra - and joined him in the living room.
"Wow! You look hot! Are those the crotchless panties?"
"Yes, I finally put them on."
He looked at me sheepishly. "Would it be okay if I took a few pictures on our safe phone?"
"Sure, why not."
I laid down on the couch while he got the phone. Looking down at my body, I noticed my nipples slightly peeking out of the bra and then my light pubic hair not quite covering my outer lips. Would a stranger think I'm hot? My husband keeps telling me that I am, but I'm not convinced.
Burt entered with the phone, stark naked. He already had the beginnings of a hard on.
"You are so sexy tonight!"
"Really?"
"Yes really. Why do you need to ask? I've got an idea. Make love to yourself. Caress your body. Enjoy showing me your horny side. Proudly bring yourself to orgasm. I'll take photos, then you can see how hot you really are."
I looked him in the eye. Then I looked at his totally hard dick. I can do this.
My hands went to my boobs. I pinched them together and lifted them up. Both nipples popped out of the bra. Unclipping the front, I pulled it aside and lifted my boobs again, arching my back and displaying them to my man. He kept up quiet and constant comments.
"Love those tits. Pinch your nipples. Can you lick them? I am loving this. So hot. So sexy. Mmmmm........"
I lifted my left boob and found that I really could reach the nipple with my mouth. What a feeling! Why had I never done this before? So good. Switching from one to the other, both boobs got wet and sloppy and my nips had never been harder. I heard the camera clicking away and made eye contact multiple times. Pretending Viggo Mortensen was watching, I lifted up my boobs by pinching the nipples. Then I moved each in circles. Pushing together then spreading them apart. It was almost painful; it was delightful. Then I reached under them and presented them to Viggo, er, the camera.
I was on fire. Slowly I moved my hands across my belly and sides, working my way to my crotch. When I reached my pussy, I discovered that I was so, so wet. I could feel the juices running down to my rosebud. Once again, I was wetter than ever. Burt was clicking away. But this time, I wasn't shy. I looked at him with a lustful grin and opened my lips. Fingers from both hands worked their juicy way to my clit. An index finger on both sides rubbed it gently. The effect was almost instant. It started at my toes and worked its way up to my which vagina gushed as I screamed out in ecstasy. Wave after wave washed over me. I nearly blacked out. Slowly the feeling ebbed and I relaxed. As I came back to awareness I realized that I was lying there with my legs spread and my fingers still spreading my labia.
There was Burt, still snapping pictures. Slowly I released my pussy and ran my sticky hands up my belly.
