We were dating in college the first time Julie sent me a nude selfie. I liked her fine, but we were both seeing other people as well, not yet serious about relationships. I liked acting like a young stud on campus.

But it was a time of discovery. You don’t just learn from classes in school, you learn about yourself as an adult, as a sexual being. In college you might find out you’re really into threeways, or you like being tied up and spanked.

I didn’t consider myself especially kinky. Vanilla sex with women was fine with me. But the day Julie sent me that candid photo of herself changed my life.

I was studying in my room when my phone buzzed with an incoming text. I took a look. And froze. There was Julie, somewhere outdoors with trees behind her. Her hiking shorts were down to her knees and she’d raked her sweatshirt up to her throat.

Her hairless pussy and lovely tits were exposed. The awkward angle had cut off most of her face, but I could see she was grinning wickedly.

Maybe it was because no one had ever “sexted” me before. Maybe it was the fact that Julie had done this outside, where anybody might have seen. Whatever the reason, I was instantly and ferociously turned on. She was so fucking sexy in that picture I couldn’t stand it.

I flung off my clothes, dove into bed and started jerking off crazily. Every time I spewed, I would look at my phone again and get another raging hard-on.

After that I paid a lot more attention to Julie. I was glad I did. Not only had she done this wild, provocative thing just to please me, I found out what a fantastic person she was. Kind, intelligent, caring.

Shyly, I asked if she’d sent a photo like that to any of the other men she had been dating. She said no.

“It just felt right with you, Harris.”

We started seeing each other exclusively. We fell in love, and a year after graduation we got married.

When Julie sent me that first photo, it had taken a lot of nerve. So she’d told me later on. She had known people who did stuff like that all the time, carelessly, like it didn’t mean anything. But for Julie it was something dark and mysterious, naughty and wonderful. She had long fantasized about exposing herself outdoors.

Once, just before going off to college, she’d gone into the woods behind her home. She started to undress. She was determined to get naked and play with herself. Her body shivered with fear and desire.

But she couldn’t do it. She was terrified of someone discovering her … and yet that possibility was also so exciting! A stranger seeing her naked. Seeing her fingering herself right out in the open.

So, going into the forest near our college and taking that lewd selfie was a huge step for her. Sending it to me was the ultimate risk. No one had seen her in the woods, but she still showed herself to another person, deliberately.

Lucky for her I was so receptive. And lucky for me that she kept doing it over the ensuing months. I treasured every one of those images. After a time she grew bolder. The first time she stepped completely out of her clothes and aimed her phone’s camera at herself, I just about lost my mind. She was so unbelievably hot, naked in a meadow, with all her gorgeous flesh exposed.

Does Julie continue to send me nude selfies, now that we’ve been married several years? Yes, indeed. Ours is a very happy marriage. But the voyeurism/exhibitionism aspect of our relationship has grown refined. We’ve perfected it.

We schedule our exhibitionistic episodes now. There’s a lot of wild country around the town where we live — fields, trails, streams and trees. Julie prefers hiking to going to a gym. So she periodically goes off into the wild.

And because of camera phone technology, I can go with her. To watch what she does out there, on her own.

On a day when I had arranged to have the afternoon off, Julie took such a trek, leaving at noon and driving off to the sprawling woods. I waited anxiously at my desk with my phone in hand.

She contacted me, sending me a live video feed. She was walking a trail, surrounded by trees. She was humming and swinging the phone around to show me the scenery and herself. She wore hiking shorts and a sweatshirt, just like in the first nude she ever sent me.

“Oh,” she said, as if to herself, “it’s so warm out here. I’m getting sweaty in these clothes. I wonder if there’s someplace I can go swimming.”

By prearrangement I didn’t speak during these video streams. It was like I was spying on her. Already my cock was stirring.

She hummed some more, then stepped off the trail.

“Look,” she said, still talking to herself, “there’s a pond.”

There was indeed a body of water, with a stream running into it at one end and out of it at the other, keeping it fresh. She swung the phone around. I watched the scenery on my own phone, which was propped up in its holder.

“I hope nobody’s around. I didn’t bring a swimsuit.”

The little quiver of fear in her voice made my cock fully erect. I undid my pants and let my shaft spring free.

She set her phone in the crook of a tree, angling it to give me a good view of the edge of the pond and the water beyond. She took hold of the hem of her sweatshirt, then hesitated before saying, “I hope no one sees me getting naked.”

I took my cock in hand and started slowly pumping. She really knew how to play her “little girl lost” part. Excitement tingled and trembled within me.

She peeled the sweatshirt up over her head. Then with a worried look around, she unsnapped her bra. She stood with her hands cupping her tits for a moment, still looking anxiously about.

When she finally dropped her hands and I beheld those beautiful breasts, it was almost like seeing them again for the first time.

She kicked off her hiking boots and undid her shorts, but didn’t lower them.

“God, what if someone sees me? What if they’re watching me right now?”

I felt the sense of vulnerability she was conveying and was further aroused by it. I understood the fear/excitement thing that turned her on so terribly. We shared everything, my wife and I.

She dropped her shorts, her suddenly bare ass to the camera. I moaned out loud at the scrumptious sight of that tight backside. Then like a water nymph she went scampering to the pond. With a splash, she was under.

I watched her swim back and forth, her body enticing and half-seen through the water. Now and then I looked away, following her gaze as she anxiously scanned the trees and edges of the pond for anyone intruding on the scene. It wasn’t all playacting, of course. Someone really could happen upon her in her outdoor nudity.

After a time she emerged from the water. She climbed out, facing straight toward the phone’s camera, her body dripping and her perfect shape on gorgeous display. She ran her hands through her wet hair, pushing out her glorious tits. The nipples were stiff and pink.

I jerked my cock harder. Fuck, she was hot! And she knew exactly what she was doing to me, posing for the video, turning this way and that, letting my eyes feast on her lush curves.

Her hands were cupping her tits again. Only this time her eyes fluttered, and her fingers started to squeeze rhythmically.

“Oh,” I heard her murmur, “I shouldn’t do this … shouldn’t.” But she went right on feeling herself up, pinching her sensitive nips. Her head rocked back in pleasure.

It was plain she couldn’t help herself. Her body was in a state of excitation, and she damn well had to do something about it, all alone out there in the wilderness.

One hand slipped slowly, sensually down her abdomen. It hesitated before crossing her belly. Then her fingertips were there at the upper part of her pussy slit.

“I mustn’t! Someone might catch me,” she told herself urgently. The expression on her lovely face said the consequences were too awful to contemplate.

Still, she couldn’t stop herself. With a soft cry, she stroked her fingertips along her pussy lips. I saw her shiver all over, obviously relishing the sensation. But the flashes of apprehension she had portrayed were justified. At that moment she was more vulnerable than ever.

It was one thing to get caught naked. But to be caught masturbating? The potential for humiliation sent a sympathetic shudder through me.

Yet Julie’s body had its own implacable needs. She sank two fingers into herself. I watched the digits disappear into her slick hole. Her other hand was busily going back and forth between her lush tits, tweaking her nipples like mad.

She’d planted her feet, her stance wide. She was really reaming herself. Her two fingers were gleaming with pussy juice. She was, of course, faced toward the tree where her phone was planted, giving me the best view possible.

I worked my cock faster. How lucky I was to be safe and secure in our home, while my wife went out on this crazy sexual adventure. But it was something that worked for us, these special treats we gave ourselves, supplementing our regular, active, happy sex life.

Suddenly Julie pivoted, giving me a profile view of her. She took her roving hand off her tits, inserted the middle finger into her mouth, then reached behind her. As I watched, spellbound, she smeared the spit-wet digit around her asshole, before plunging it inside herself.

She kept up that dual rhythm, fingering herself front and back. Now she would indeed make a hell of a sight for some random hiker wandering by. But I could see her excitement was real. She was building toward a wicked climax.

I was desperate to time this thing just right. I worked my straining cock. Before long, my balls were tightening and I was an eye blink from coming. Luckily, at that same moment Julie let out a cry that echoed across the pond, and my come went flying.

As I sat back limply, my wonderful wife hurriedly dressed and grabbed her phone. When she was on the trail again, she finally spoke directly to me.

“It’s so good with you, babe. Even when you’re not here.”

I agreed.