NoObjection
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I used to be afraid of the dark, but now thanks to you I can’t wait till after dark.Good evening. Time for Daisy After Dark. Tonight we will wrap up the second part of this fantasy. He has given you a new spin on some of his old favorites. I think this is a nice transition to what comes next...
“All right, Daisy,” her husband said one evening after they had cleared the dinner dishes. “I have three pictures that I’ve picked to send to your stranger.”
She cocked an eye at him, gauging his tone, but quickly saw that he was teasing her. He offered her his phone, which she tentatively accepted.
She swallowed hard and looked down at the first picture, quickly swiping through all three of them.
“Boobs, butt, and…” her voice trailed off, a little embarrassed.
“It’s more than that, Daisy. I picked each one of these for a reason,” he said, taking the phone from her and swiping back to the first picture.
“Look,” he said, showing her the first picture. “I picked this one because I think you just look joyful. Your tits look awesome, yeah, but look at your waist – so lovely. I love the light blue on you – you can wear any color, but this blue is perfect, and it’s just sheer enough…” his voice trailed off as he studied the picture. “He’s going to study the hell out of this looking for every single hint of your nipple.”
“Stop it,” she said, taking the phone and looking at the picture with a kinder eye. “You know, with my head chopped off, it’s a lot easier to be objective.”
She swiped the phone to the next picture and her face changed.
“Well, it’s harder to be objective about my ass,” she said and handed the phone back to him with a laugh. “It’s just so round, it’s like out there,” she sang.
“Be nice,” he reminded her. “I love this picture. Your ass looks so good. And no, not just for a woman of your age. Your ass looks hot. End of story.”
“Ok, ok,” she said, accepting his word as final. And, as she looked at the picture she thought, it isn’t bad… especially for a woman of my age.
She swiped one more time and, after a quick glance, handed the phone back to her husband.
“This is a lovely picture, too,” he said, holding the phone out to her.
She looked at the picture, and her face turned a deeper shade of pink. “It’s all lace and stockings and m-my hand...” her voice trailed off.
“Yes,” he said. “Your hand between your legs, which is exactly what I want him thinking about when he looks at these pictures.”
As always, my thanks to him for the pictures and for the edits.![]()
XO