But what a waste that had been, or was it? I phoned Liz but there was no reply from her home. She’d ended up with the house in the divorce settlemen... whereas he landed the car, boat and very valuable beach site down at the ‘narrows’. I spent an hourlooking round for signs of Mr James Henry Mercer (43), company director and my wife’s lover. The sheets were freshly laundered so my check for male hairs was fruitless. I checked the phone bills and there were a many calls to a number I didn’t. After the shock wore off I realized it was fake. I found out later she was wearing a strapless strap on that was made to look like a real penis. It was eight inches long with realistic veins popping out from it and was more impressive than Tom’s dick. She was stroking it as she stared into my eyes and spoke in a voice that was soft and seductive. “My dear girl, if you want me you must first prove yourself.” I stood there in silence and watched her walk slowly to me. She stood only a foot from. A phone rang and Louise answered it. He tried to do some work. Every once in awhile he would glance up and find Carol or Marie looking at him. Carol glanced away but Marie put the tip of her tongue between her front teeth and smiled teasingly. He knew his face was red.Every once in awhile he'd hear a whisper and then a suppressed giggle. Why couldn't they leave him alone? And why did they have to dress so sexy today? He shuddered a little and heard another small giggle.Around 9:00am Mrs.. Mind your language in front of your sister." The absurdity of that warning almost made me laugh as echoes of the dirty talk that Stacy liked filled my ears, but I managed to refrain and just shrugged, "Okay, Mom."The brat flashed me a quick glare of triumph as she held her hand flat while Dad counted out several notes. I gritted my teeth against the urge to say anything more.Mom slid her arms around my neck as she leaned up for one last kiss, her green eyes sparkling in the sunlight. She tasted.