I set up the camera on self-timer, placed it on my dresser and raced into frame.
Wearing only a set of lacy stockings, heels and a full face of make-up, I felt sexier than ever.
Leaning towards the camera, I held my assets, posing provocatively as the flash went off.
Michael's gonna go crazy when he sees this, I thought.
My husband, Michael, and I had been married for 30 years and although we'd never stopped having sex completely, our spark was fizzling.
We used to be wild, getting down and dirty whenever and wherever we could, but as we got older and had three kids, life got busier and we lost our mojo.
Michael worked long days as a plumber and I was a teacher's aide. It was hard to find the time to be intimate.
But finally, when our youngest son moved out of home, I felt ready to reinvigorate our relationship.
I'd read in a magazine that taking nude selfies was a sure-fire way to get your man hot under the collar, so I thought I'd send him a cheeky surprise at work.
As I flipped through the photos, I was impressed with myself.
I'd made sure not to include my face, just in case I got hacked like those big-name celebrities did, but I looked good.
My Jazzercise classes were finally paying off!
A wave of reckless excitement radiated through me as I hit send.
I put my clothes back on and started looking through my underwear drawer for a matching set to throw on just before Michael was due home.
Suddenly, my phone buzzed. But it wasn't from Michael – it was a text from my son-in-law, Mike.
Wow! Bev, you look incredible, he wrote, followed by the eggplant and water droplet emojis.
Blood rushed to my head and I felt dizzy. Had I really just sent the raunchy photos to Mike by mistake?
I had… and, even worse, he'd responded!
Mike had been married to our eldest daughter, Keira, for four years.
They have two kids and another bub on the way. They seemed like the perfect couple.
How could he respond like that to his kids' grandmother?
But despite how totally inappropriate it was, I couldn't help but feel giddy.
Mike was a young, attractive man and, despite my age, he thought I looked hot. That was flattering!
I wonder what those emojis mean? I thought, jumping on Google. I gasped in shock.
It was filthy sexual innuendo!
Even though I was titillated by Mike's response, I knew I had to nip it in the bud.
I'm so sorry, this was meant for Michael! Please don't tell Keira, I wrote.
Thankfully, he agreed.
My daughter would be horrified to know that her husband had seen scandalous photos of me.
But that night, spurred on by Mike's praise, I pounced on Michael the moment he got home. It worked a treat!
Weeks later, our sex-life is better than ever and Michael loves receiving my saucy texts.
But now, I triple-check who I'm sending them to!