He folded closed the newspaper, shaking off the desire for distraction, and decided to go upstairs and try on some of the new outfits his wife had picked out for him. It had been a long time since Richard had owned his own clothes, ever since he had achieved his goal of matching his beautiful and sexy wife's proportions perfectly. Well, perfectly except for one exception. His wife called it her love pole, but he called it his meal ticket, since it was the reason casting directors loved him so much.
He daintily stepped up the stairs, passing his boy Jon standing outside Mikey's bedroom (Mandy's bedroom, Richard corrected himself). His eldest son had a strange look on his face, a mixture of amusement and excitement, as his eyes wandered up and down his father's body. A coquettish smile crept onto Richard's lush lips. He couldn't help it. He knew that he shouldn't flirt with the boy, being his father and all, but it was so ingrained in him after all the years in his sexy body.
Besides, the boy should know better. Sure, he was a teenager with raging hormones, but you'd think he'd be used to the way his old man looked. Richard giggled as he blew a kiss at Jon, just to toy with him a bit. He wouldn't go to far with his teasing, but it was just so damned fun!
The master bedroom (or the mistress bedroom, as he and his wife lovingly called it) was neat and tidy, everything in its place. The cameras his wife and he had recently bought, hoping to cash in on some of the home-made porn market, all stood proudly around the room. His heart warmed with pride as he thought of the porn empire he and his wife had eagerly worked so hard at to build. He loved being able to support his family.
On the bed were items of clothing his wife had picked out for him to try on. None of them were his, but rather shared with his wife. She had such impeccable tastes that he mostly let her do all the shopping. He even let her dress him up, for the most part. Every once and a while he'd get an urge to wear a particular outfit, and she never put up a fuss. She did dress him well, though. 'My Barbie' she called him, a nickname he kind of liked. He felt his penis stiffen slightly as he remembered the previous night's sexual encounter, where she'd emphasized his nickname quite a bit.
Before he could try something on, however, Richard got distracted. A knock at the door caught his attention. Opening the door, he found waiting for him was...
