Reply: My Nude Magazine Appearance

While visiting my extended family in Norway, when I was a young preteen, I attended sauna sessions with family members. 
Two days before returning to the US, my incredibly handsome fifteen year old boy cousin engaged me in conversation as everyone else left the sauna before producing the newest digital cam of the time from his bunch of towels after everyone else was gone. He talked me into posing nude for him. Close ups of my vag and butt as I held it open for him. 
He showed me his erection and admitted that he was going to use my pictures to masturbate with. He assured me that he already had photos of his sister, my girl cousin that was my age. There was just something so erotic about all this. I was very, very aroused. 
When he suggested anal sex, without clearly understanding what it actually meant, I did not hesitate to bend over one of the benches. Holy cow it felt both weird and very, very borderline uncomfortable to have his penis inside my anus for such a brief time before pulling it out once he ejaculated in me. 
My head was spinning, I felt both shame and excitement and I needed to find a place to masturbate. One we were back in the main house I found the privacy I needed in the bathroom to make myself orgasm quickly.
Then, as the orgasm subsided the shame crashed down on me. The next day my cousin discreetly touched my butt over my jeans as he passed behind me and I just immediately slapped his hand away and just could not make eye contact with him.
I was so relieved to leave Norway but it was back home when I fully realized that he still had all those digital pictures of me and that anchored my shame.
I was almost nineteen when we revisited Norway. He was married and acted like nothing ever happened. I have not gone back to Norway since. The shame still lingers. 

I did the same thing a few years ago.i worked back then in a small print factory which was all men apart from myself in reception/ days later and lots of asking from the guys I agreed to show a pic of me on the beach with my boobs out to prove I didn't have white bits but I declined the offer to show more.i let them see my  the next few days they talked about my breasts and told me how they loved them and hoped to see them  I showed him my breasts as I was on the , starting with topless and then naked and finishing with legs open,pussy close ups  and like yours

Are you sure your husband didn’t see your pic at another garage?

I'm in my sixties. A respectable married woman with children and grandchildren. A wonderful family who have no idea about the secret that I have kept for over forty years.
My first job was as the "office girl" in a local garage. This entailed basic typing of invoices, keeping the calendar up to date and making lots of tea and coffees. Back then garage workshops were very much a man's place and this was the age of page 3 girls and worse with a lot of naked pictures and calendars around the place.
As the lone female on the staff I was shown a lot of "interest" and I did "give out" sometimes. It was the way of the world.
There was a magazine at the time called Readers Wives where men would send pictures of their wives to be published. This was a long time before the internet. Despite not being anyone's wife at the time I was persuaded by a couple of the workshop mechanics to pose for a few saucy pictures to send in. This wasn't porn as such, anything more than nudity wouldn't be published.
Despite not posing for sex pictures, I did have sex with both of the men involved on the back seat of a customers car before the pictures were taken. I suppose I was in the mood for some excitement. After this we took various photos of me around the workshop posing with various items. Back then you had to get the film developed, so another reason not to do anything too raunchy. Even so I was quite nervous when the film was sent off, but thankfully the photos arrived back with no issues and they were sent into the magazine.
Now, I don't know if it was because I was a bit younger than the usual "wives" and also that I was in a workplace setting, but my photos ended up being featured quite prominently in a future edition. They ran one picture of me across a double page spread. I was sat on the customers car bonnet, legs wide apart showing my everything, while I pretended to squirt oil on my fanny from an oil can dispenser.
Because I had sex shortly before these pictures were taken, I was, shall we say, a little open and lubricated, and my fanny was quite red in the big double page spread. In the following issue there were letters praising my photo set, but also pointing out that I had clearly been "having it off" during the photo shoot. The magazine printed these letters as well as commenting on my available delights. I'm sure garages up and down the country received more business because of it.
I have to say I was quite embarrassed by it all. It never occurred to me when I was being photographed. I just followed instructions from the two eager mechanics. Those photos were put up in the workshop and remained there for many years. I left work when I eventually got married and forbid my husband from using that garage.
I do wonder how many issues of that magazine still exist. But remain thankful that no-one in my family has a copy!