"All the world's a stage, and all the men and women merely players. They have their exits and their entrances; And one man in his time plays many parts." - Shakespeare,
I splashed water in my face, 59 years old and asleep in my office was a 27 year old "Only Fans" model who seduced me and ensnared me and my wife unknowingly, into her live and pay-per-view goldmine.
My wife Mel was gone for the weekend teaching Yoga, enriching her mind, body and soul with a group of women she grew close to over six months. Friday night we started recording the second installment of Gabbie's "Zaddy Series" with me, aiming to enrich our bank accounts.
"I'd have us do this live if we could have rehearsed our lines." she said, primping her pink tulle corset, fluffy and see through, nipples hard, lace pink thong panties, legs and plump, shaped ass. On her head was a pink maid's hat, and her make up was both girly with a little slut with the cat eyes.
Gabbie was my baby gurl and I was her "Daddy". Our previous videos featured some light BDSM mixed with a lot of different positions in bite size vignettes, were popular on her site. Surprisingly the build up posts, half naked or clothed, were more more of a hit than the pump, grind and slap videos. Regardless her traffic had more than doubled, from a good place, since we began this one wintery night trapped together.
I returned home from work, Gabbie met me in my own house playing Barbie maid, and we acted out a script of first engagement (her own term). She begged and pleaded for my attention and I played the reluctant husband, reading a book, watching TV and doing chores. She followed me, tried to entice me then when it all didn't work she did was did work.
She angered me.
"Oooppps..." she said with a coy frown, finger to her mouth after spilling my drink and breaking the rocks glass. "Sorry, Daddy."
The script then called for my swift punishment of my Baby Gurl and I ordered her to spread eagle and dropping my pants, I pressed my cock into her ass.
"OHHH DADDY! I'M SORRY! OHHHH! You're SOOOoooo thick," her acting wasn't bad, she pushed against me and ground my cock into her ass balls deep.
She and I had communicated all week that we need to shoot video in every corner of our house and then we can focus more on script and story line. She would say, "fucking's just fucking without a good story line."
It was nearly midnight, we had completed fucking in every room of my house, getting the hidden camera shots as well as Gabbie moving a couple on tripods that were motion sensitive, rotating and shifting to our movement.
The series moved on from Gabbie's seduction of me and into a more voyeuristic themed story, introducing the Zaddy series with Mel and I fucking missionary to juxtapose what Gabbie I were doing.
I was getting a little nervous, looking to renegotiate myself out of the deal somehow when Gabbie set a box down in our bathroom. I was finishing in the bathroom and I patted the box.
"Ten fucking grand..." I whispered to myself in the mirror, reminding myself why this was happening, the money in $100 bills sitting in a box on my vanity. It started as extortion and morphed into this partnership where the downside was only the slight guilt and fear of getting caught.
I looked back and Gabbie's perfect, youthful body. The guilt melted away.
Dark skin and hair, her greek heritage dominant mixing with her mother's hispanic genes. She had the full, round ass that is in vogue, I chuckled walking back into the bedroom because in my day we coveted the small, flat backside of a woman. It felt good in my hands fucking her from behind, pulling hair, the dominance of "Zaddy" always on stage, always playing to the camera.
She had rebirthed my carnal side.
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"He's been more aggressive in bed," Mel said sitting in the middle of 15 yoga students taking their 300 training from her at Soul2Soul Yoga Studios.
"Melanie?!" Kendra said with surprise at her instructors response to the affirmation exercise Mel was leading by asking 'what are we grateful for from our spouse, significant other or family.'
Mel would tell Donnie that the yoga weekends were spiritual in an ethereal way. She told him this group come together the 95 hour group three years ago sending her on this yoga journey.
"Could you expand on that a little," Kendra said in a coy, mischievous way, sparking soft laughter from the group.
"Yes, do tell..." Nikki jumped in eyes wide, propping her elbows on her knees seated on her yoga mat.
"Frequency is way up," Mel said, blushing a little, the women all ranging between 35 and 52, in good shape wearing their spandex yoga pants, tight tanks, not afraid to bring up such subjects. In this moment they had never heard Mel open up in that way. "And, well, I don't know the aggression and insistence on different positions."
"Oh God...." Dillia melted forward. "My husbands going to get some when I get back tomorrow, you've got me all...well...go on..."
"That's it, we have to get moving," Mel said trying to get to the practice.
"Name one position," Candy shouted from the back.
"Geez Candy, okay...Reverse Cowboy," Mel laughed and the group exploded with her, chortling as she mimicked the action of lowering down on her husband twerking.
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"This one's doing better than the first," Gabbie texted me Saturday morning while I was out mowing the lawn shirtless, Gabbie getting life footage for the Zaddy series. "Kyle's coming over tonight and we're going to shoot a trial trailer with both of you."
I'd never met Kyle, the 6'3" thin, but muscular boyfriend who was producing some of our video footage, her live sessions and some of the stuff they shot together. They had a "Boi Toy" series that wasn't as hot as Zaddy, but they had some creative ideas for a threesome between all of us.
That morning Kyle played the voyeur recording himself watching us through the ring camera and stroking. I finished mowing stripped and got into the hot tub with Gabbie fucking her there, then on the chaise wicker furniture, behind one wall and trees the other way. Someone walking from the road might see my white ass pumping her from behind.
Her legs and body flat except for her perfect ass arched up to take me. We switched facing the ring camera for Kyle, the second position featured her youthful breasts, on display bouncing on my lap, sliding on my cock. My hands cupping the firm flesh and letting the grainy camera's pick up our coupling.
"OHhhhh GOD!" Gabbie cried out actually orgasming, holding picking up her phone which was recording from the table, now seeing her open mouth, hearing her words. "Yes Zaddy! OHHH YES!"
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"Jesus Mel, that was quite an affirmation," Nikki said softly into Mel's ear waiting in line for their lunch at the "Downtown Sandwhich Shop".
"You guys have told me your life stories and opened up about so much, I figured it was my turn," She said into the eager eyes of the 43 year old EMT from Davenport who drove 50 miles for each of these yoga weekends. "Things have been, well, very good between us and for me ultimately."
"That's always good to hear, I see so many of my older friends splitting up when their nests empty." Nikki added, the women getting their food and finding a booth, knowing Mel was 52 and her kids had graduated even college.
Mel had always been drawn to Nikki, from stories of the traumatic rescue calls to her ups and downs with her wife, Sandra. Their friendship evolved over the five previous weekends (and the prior yoga trainings) into something more including many nightly text exchanges.
"I have to admit you're right about something, changing the subject," Mel said after they each took a bite of their wrap.
