Page 3 of The Third Wheel
"Don't be silly, everyone knows about OnlyFans. Martha's daughter makes a solid income posting videos of herself doing house chores in the nude. But Daisy and I couldn't find anything for people our age, so we came up with our own idea. Like OnlyFans, but geared towards an older demographic."
"Please tell me you are not building a website full of naked sex-starved nursing home residents," Gunnar rubbed his temples, and something about his harassed expression was kind of cute. Shit, where had that come from? Gunnar Malloy was not cute, he was an alpha-hole cave man who had married the woman I loved.
"Older people have sexual appetites, too!" Wanda huffed. "But no, this is quite wholesome. Mostly. It's going to be marketed to people who enjoy dominant older women. One woman we've recruited does quilting videos!"
"You've already recruited people?" Gunnar stared down at the table as he took slow, steadying breaths.
"Yes, would you like to see? She firmly instructs people on the finer points of creating granny squares."
"Firmly?" Mira leaned forward, looking a little worried.
"There's a leather corset and a flogger involved. It's no big deal. At my age, it's flattering to be fetishized." Wanda took out her phone and started swiping through apps.
"No! No. Please, we don't need to see," I took the phone from her, sure Gunnar wouldn't want to risk seeing his grandmother's porn.
Wanda chuckled. "Dominant older women turn you on? It's okay. I know you don't want to get too worked up in public."
Gunnar shoved his plate away and dropped his head to the table, groaning.
"Dominant women can be fun, but I prefer women closer to my own age," I said. "Perhaps in a few decades, I'll hop on OnlyGrans, though."
"Don't encourage her," Mira laughed.
I shrugged. "She's right. Older women deserve to feel sexy and beautiful sometimes. This could empower them."
Wanda slapped my shoulder. "That's the ticket! I always knew I liked you, Colby Storm. Plus, every woman should have a chance to be dominant sometimes. It's such a rush. Put on a nice corset to hold all the bits in place, and—"
"Grandma, I don't disagree with you, but you're my grandmother. I don't need to hear about your bits," Gunnar grumped.
"Wanda is right, though. Why don't you ever let Mira take control? I bet she'd love it."
Gunnar's eyes narrowed, his grip on Mira's leg tightening. "You don't know what she likes."
"I know enough to know that she hates coconut," I retorted, my words dripping with sarcasm.
"Minor detail. Stay out of our sex life, Colby." Gunnar's voice was low and dangerous. "And stop encouraging my grandma to become a porn star."
Wanda leaned in, fire in her eyes. "Sex work is only frowned upon because of misogyny! I don't have the explanation for it, but I'm sure I can find the TikTok again. The young lady talking about it was very impressive." She put on her glasses and started scrolling through her phone.
I smirked at Gunnar, loving seeing him agitated. "You should ask your wife what she wants? She loves books with femdom in them."
"Colby!" Mira poked my arm. "That was a secret."
"You do?" Gunnar turned to her, frowning. Then he shook himself and turned back towards me. "Whatever. It's still none of your business, Colby." He was right, of course. It wasn't my business, because I wasn't the one she'd chosen.
"Unless you want to jump in their bed," Wanda said, and Mira started coughing again. Gunnar patted her on the back.
"Would you two just shut up and eat your damn food?" Mira pointed at both of us, eyes watering from her choking fit. "And Wanda. Drop it. I don't know why you keep bringing up threesomes, but I'm guessing that's your fantasy, not ours."
"Hmm." Wanda gazed out the window for a moment, rubbing her chin. "Perhaps I should call Harold and Dave and test out that theory."
Gunnar snatched her phone away. "No calling your ex-husbands for a threesome. And we need to talk about your business idea."
"Too late. Colby already found me a graphic designer and a programmer," Wanda said. Gunnar turned on me, rage in his eyes.
I held up my hands in surrender. "She didn't tell me it was for porn!"
"Not porn, more like findom. And artistic adult entertainment."
