I was watching "Catch Me if You Can" with my wife the other night on HBO. When it came to the scene where Leonardo di Caprio had an escort in his hotel room, they were discussing the fee, and negotiated a deal for $1,000. My wife commented that that's a lot of money, for sex. I remained silent. She continued, "he's going to get laid real good for that amount of money...she's going to make him real happy to make it worth his money!" Again, I remained silent. I couldn't see any upside to contributing to this conversation! Then my wife said "you know? I'd like to watch someone sometime earn $1,000 like that. I'd like to see what all she does to make it worth that much money." I just couldn't keep my mouth shut any longer, especially since the little head was starting to do a little of the thinking. I said, "why don't I give you $1,000, and let's see what you can do to earn it?" She thought a minute, then said, "really?" "Just like that? What all do you want me do for it?" My mind was reeling with thoughts of bbbjtcws, cg, rcg, doggy, more bbbj, etc., but I believe discretion is the better part of valor, so I said "I want you to use your imagination."
So we set about planning our session. I was to leave the house, then return when she called me to say she was ready. I didn't want it to be too scripted, so we left a lot of the details loose. I left to go get a drink, got into my mad money stash, and waited for her call at the nearest dive. The wait was agonizing, but when the call finally came, I rushed home. I rang the doorbell, and she answered it wearing a boudoir outfit I hadn't seen in some time, but she knew it was one of my favorites...a red lacy top and matching crotchless panties. she even had the matching high heel slippers on. She looked ravishing, with her long curly blonde hair billowing down over her creamy white breasts, pushed up by the underwire of the garment.

You don't really think I'm going to write the juicy details here, do you? I mean, come on, it's my wife we're talking about!

Ahhh, what the hell!
She immediately grabbed me and pulled me to her, locked in embrace, kissing me passionately. I had her "donation"  in the requesite envelope, and reached into my pocket to pull it out and hand it to her. She didn't even look at it, but just tossed it on the sofa. She maneuvered me toward the sofa, where we sat down and began DFK again. I could tell she was really hot! She reached toward my crotch, and began fumbling with my zipper and belt, and when she had enough slack, she expertly pulled out my by now rock-hard cock and stroked the shaft before leaning down to kiss it on the crown.
After a few minutes of this, she asked if I wanted to go to the bedroom. Who am I to argue? (LOL) I barely touched the floor on the way. She had the whole bedroom suite lit up with candles. I didn't even know we had so many candles. She had some of our favorite hunching music on the stereo. She had the jacuzzi filled with warm water and bath oil, and asked if I wanted to take a bath. Of course I did! "I'll bathe you", she said. I disrobed and stepped in. She started rubbing my stiff shoulders, and neck, then standing behind me, reached down into the suds, groping for my rod. It was still stiff as a board, but grew measurably with her massaging. She had me stand while she soaped me up and washe me all over with a wash cloth. When she had finised, she sprayed me off with the hand shower, then had me step out into a large soft fluffy bath towel. She carefully dried me off, intermittently kissing various parts of my body. As soon as she finished, I grabbed her, picked her up and carried her to the bed. As I sort of tossed her on the bed, her hair flew back, radiating outward from her face like the aurea of the sun, her green eyes looking up at mine, as if to say, "I want you more than anything, I want you to take me right now"
I grabbed both her tiny wrists, and held her down with my strong, tanned arms, pinning her against the bed, then leaned down to kiss her tenderly on the mouth. Still holding her, I started moving down her body, slowly working my way down to those crotchless panties, planting butterfly kisses all along the way. I lingered at her belly button, flicking my tongue into it, which drives her crazy. Then I worked down between her soft, creamy thighs, teasing her all around before even touching her pussy, making her practically scream with impatience. She was shuddering, trying to move my head into position, but I resisted, to the point where she said "if you don't lick my pussy right, now, I'm going to scream". So, finally, I gently, slowly moved the slit of the panties so that I could have full access to the butterfly. God, was she already wet! I licked gently at first, then more aggressively as she demanded. Then she said one of the sweetest things a man could ever hear; "why don't you put your dick up here so I can suck on it while you do that?"  Good question! So I did, and while we were savoring a spirited session of soisant neuf, with my pulsating cock sliding deep into her lovely long throat, I had to contemplated whether I could dare to unload like this....you know...in order to "get my money's worth"!  I had to go for it, I decided. I had to have faith that with her expert ministrations, and my sheer will, we could rise again the the occasion. So, I mumbled with my mouth full of muff that I was going to cum, and she responded by increasing the length of the stroke. She was as turned on by the thought of me gushing into her mouth, I think, as she was by anything I was doing. She was practically smothering me, gringing her pelvis into my chin, secreting love juices onto my face, then as I started the release, she took it out of her throat. I though she was going to disappoint me, but no, as soon as the first drop reached the outlet, she dove down on it, taking it into her waiting mouth, and sucked every drop, letting the overflow ooze out of the corners of her mouth and trickle down onto my balls.  
to be continued.....(if interest is sufficient!)