I owed my mate £250, we had ordered some tools together to get a better price and Kev paid for them. I had asked my wife to get the money from our bank while she was out shopping. I let Kev in just as Moira got home from the shops. We were looking at the tools and they were all good. Just what we ordered. I thanked Kev for ordering them. Then I asked Moira for the money. She likes playing games and teasing. "What money," she asked. I explained the money I had asked her to get while she was in town shopping. "You didn't ask me to get any money," she declared. I told her that I asked just as she was going out. Kev was looking worried that he wasn't going to get his money. "Yes, I remember now," she said, "I must have forgotten. I pointed out that Kev was waiting for his money. "Well I don't have it," she replied. I told her that she would have to pay Kev in kind. "Oooh that sounds like fun," she responded. Kev's eyes light up. The thought that Moira would pay him with her body obviously appealed to him. Then Moira handed me an envelope with the money in and I handed it to Kev. As he put it in his pocket he remarked, "It would have been more fun in kind." I told him I'm sure it would. Then Kev left for home. Moira laughed just after he had left, "Dirty sod would have fucked me instead of his money. Wonder how much he would have been prepared to pay. I joked telling Moira I'd have paid a Tenner. She slapped me. That night in bed we had finished shagging and were laying enjoying a cuddle. " How much do you think someone would pay to fuck me," she asked. I told her it depends how desperate they were, I got another slap. I lay there wondering the same thing. Moira was 29 with a food figure. She worked out two sometimes three times a week. She had a 36D chest and at 5' 8" with long shapely legs and a pretty face surrounded with curly red hair. She was a good looking woman. The thought stayed with me for several days. I found that when the thought came into my mind I would get an erection. I looked on the web and found some escort sites and was surprised at some of the prices that the women was asking for a shag. That evening I joked with Moira that I had found a site and would put an advert up offering her services. She looked at the sight with me. "What she wants £1400 for a night. I'm much better looking than her I should easily get £2000," she said excitedly. I joked that if we put her up for £2500 we could always lower it. Then I joked that when we got down to £10 I'd pay it myself. Yet another slap. That night in bed she was wild and we had a fantastic time making love for well over an hour. As we calmed down she suggested that we put an advert in for the £2500. Only her voice made me realize that she was serious. She said she just wanted to see how much men would pay for her. Placing the advert was free so I agreed we would put it in with a photo with the face pixelated to see if some one would pay it. The following evening I doctored the picture and started to fill in the Advert We made up a little preamble to indicate that she was willing to do most things if asked. Then there was the services offered. As we went through the possible ones, Moira said no water-sports, no anal and no groups or gang bangs and definitely no dogging. Otherwise she would have done all the others with me. I questioned about couples. Moira just said that it sounded like fun so I left that in. She said she wouldn't meet people in her own home, so we put their hotel or home only I had an old unregistered phone, so I put that number on it. Then attaching the photo the add was up. The next day I put some money on the phone. That evening we listened to the messages. There was just one and he offered a fiver, which made me laugh. When I told her he must be a man after my own heart I got yet another slap. The following night there was two messages, the first one wanted to fuck Moira over the bonnet of his car and would pay thirty quid. "Look the amount is going up, by the end of the week we'll get up to Ten Grand," she joked. Then I payed the second one this sounded far more serious and he sounded older than us. "This is Oliver. I have read your advert. I love your photo. You look very sexy and I would very much like to meet you and spend the night with you, I am a single man so no baggage. I would like you to come to my home," Then he gave his address and phone number. I could see that Moira was squirming on her chair. "Told you. He's willing to pay £2500 for a single night with me." Moira gloated. I told her that I thought it might be a hoax. "I'll ring him tomorrow and find out," Moira informed me. Then she dragged me to bed and made wild love with me for over an hour. I liked this game I was getting the best sex of my life. It was Saturday morning and Moira was up early and hoovering. I had no option with the noise but to get up. I knew something was up as she normally hated housework. "Morning Hun, what gives with the housework so early?" I asked her. She told me she was very nervous and couldn't sleep so she decided to do some work. "Why are you so nervous?" I asked, knowing she intended to ring Oliver to see if it was real or a hoax. She carried on working and then at ten o'clock she sat on the sofa next to me and said it was time. I handed her the phone and she dialed Oliver's number. "Hello is that Oliver?" she asked. Yes was the reply. "I'm returning your call, my names Mandy," she told him, the name being the one we put in the advert. "From your reply I take it that you want me for the whole night?" she confirmed. he replied yes. " you realize that will cost you £2500 for the night?" she confirmed. He told her yes and added that it would be worth every penny. "And which services will you be requiring?" she asked. He said he would take her for dinner and then he would fly her down to his boat and take her out on a cruise and make love the rest of the night while his skipper sails the yacht around the Isle of Weight mooring somewhere off the island. "And when would you like to do this ?" she asked. Next Saturday, please be at the address I sent you by seven p.m. Moira agreed and hung up the line. Moira was like a wild animal and almost ripped my clothes off me am screwed me on the sofa. To say she was wet was an understatement. Her panties were sodden and my balls and legs were covered in her juices by the time she had finished with me. Then as we sat naked in the lounge at eleven a.m. she gloated that it was obviously real and that Oliver was willing to pay the price. I was still skeptical that anyone would pay that amount when he could probably get a prostitute for a couple of hundred quid. Moira said she wanted to prove to me that he is what he said he was and insisted we take a ride to the house and see if it's real. Twenty minutes later we were parked outside some rather large wrought iron gates looking at a huge house set in a lot of well cared for land. "So it can still be a hoax," I told Moira, doesn't mean that Oliver lives here. He may have just picked this house off of google maps. "Look there's a buzzer on the gate with something next to it. Go and have a look at it." she insisted. Reluctantly I got out and walked to the gate and could see it was a buzzer with a camera. Below the buzzer was an engraved name plate and on it, it said, Sir Oliver XXXXXXXX. Whilst stood there I spotted over to the right hand side was a helicopter sat on a concrete pad. Well at least that part was real. Back in the car I told Moira what I had found. She was jumping about in her seat saying it was true and real. I pointed out that anyone could have looked up who live there. On the drive home Moira was quiet. Once in doors she said, "There is only one way to settle this, I go on Saturday and see if he is for real." I pointed out that he would be expecting her to have sex with him. I can make some kind of excuse and leave she suggested. I was not happy that she would put herself in danger, but she was determined to go and there is little you can do to change Moira's mind when she has it made up. Saturday at two minutes to seven Moira got out my car. She was wearing a long blue evening dress that hugged her body showing all her curves off to perfection. She was naked under the dress as she said it showed the bra and panty line off too much. She had put just a little makeup on and brushed out some of the curls in her long curly red hair. I don't know about Oliver but at that moment I would have given her the money to fuck her, she looked stunning. She walked across to the buzzer and pressed the button. In just two minutes a Jaguar car swept down the drive and the gates automatically opened. A rear door opened and Moira got in. The door closed and the car swept away in the direction of Oxford. I sat there thinking that the car would return in a few minutes and Moira would get out and return to me, but it didn't. It was nearly two hours before the car returned and the gates opened and the car swept through them and the gates promptly shut. Instead of going to the house it went up a different road which led to the helicopter. As I peered through the gates I could see a grey haired man and Moira get out and enter the helicopter. It's engine was already running and the blades were turning. In less than a minute it took off. Back in my car I was wondering what Moira had got herself into and how was she going to get out of it virtue still intact. The next part of this account is what Moira told me. Once in the car they were taken by the chauffeur to an Expensive restaurant in Oxford where they had a really nice meal. Moira said that Oliver was charming company and she found herself warming to him, even though he was probably twenty years older that her 34 years of age. He had handed her an envelope in the car which she had put in her handbag. She made an excuse to go to the ladies and there she counted out the £2500, it was all there. Back at his house the car went straight to the helicopter pad and I guessed sh hadn't had time or found a way to tell him that she wasn't an escort. Things happened so fast that she found herself sat next to him as he powered up the helicopter and it was in the air. She was surprised at how noisy it was and even with the headphones on, the noise of the engine was loud. It took forty minutes for the helicopter to come to rest In a field where she could see the sea. Waiting was an Aston Martin car that they got into it and was soon at the marina. She said that she was shocked as she had expected a small yacht, but this thing was closer to being a ship by the size of it. Once on board she was left sitting in a lounge area while Oliver went to the control room and spoke with the captain and then the boat was moving. It was at this point that Moira realized that there was no way out and she would have to go through with it. Moira went on to say that when Oliver returned he opened a bottle of wine and the two of them went outside and leaned on the rail as they drank the wine. She said it felt sort of romantic. Oliver put his arm around her and gave her a light kiss on her cheek. This was it she thought. But no they went back inside and sat talking. It was at this point that she managed to tell Oliver that she wasn't an escort and the silly game we had been playing. He offered to have the yacht turn around and bring her home, virtue still in tact, no harm done. Moira thought for a while and then told him that she didn't want to spoil things for him. Spoil it for him! What about me !!! They relaxed with a second glass of wine. Moira said it was now that she started to get nervous about what she had just done. The light from the harbor were beginning to blur and disappear and she could barely see the lights behind them. She could see lights in front of them. She assumed that it was the island. Then the yacht changed direction and seemed to be running parallel with the island coast, but some way off. She asked Oliver why he used escorts. He told her that she was only the third. The first was not what he expected, the second was a gold digger and then there was Moira. What about your wife she asked, as she see he wore a wedding band. He told Moira that she was ok with it and had her own friends. It was at this point that he took Moira's hand and led her to the bedroom. He told her it was her last chance to back out. Moira had made her mind up that she would go with it expecting him to shag her quickly and not particularly skillfully and then fall asleep. How wrong she was Oliver kissed her quite skillfully on the lips. Moira said she enjoyed the kiss that he wasn't all hands everywhere. He spent a long time kissing her and then her neck and nibbling her ear lobes. I know that Moira loves that. He was running his fingers through her hair and he was sort of going Mmmm to himself as he worked her face and neck. He did this for almost fifteen minutes before he broke away and asked if he could unzip her dress. Moira turned to make it easy for him to reach. He slid the zip down and the top fell forward exposing her breasts. She turned to face him. She said his face was like a little boy with his hand in the sweet jar. He gently cupped one with his hand whilst his lips went to the other. he was working her nipples and Moira informed me that it felt great. Her dress was stopped from falling to the floor by her hips. He worked his way from her tits back up to kissing her mouth. Moira said she hadn't felt as excited as she did at that moment for some while. Then he pulled a blindfold from his pocket. He could see that she looked a little nervous and went and locked the door. Then he returned to her and asked if he may put it on her. Moira agreed as she said she felt very safe with Oliver. Then he gently removed her dress, sliding it over her hips and letting it fall to the floor. He went down to the floor and gently lifted one foot at a time and pulled the dress away and removing her shoes. She was now completely naked in front of a stranger. She could feel his breath on her pussy, but he never touched it. Then he moved her onto the bed and started all over again with kissing her mouth then neck and ear lobes before slowly working his way down to her breasts. She said she was breathing hard as he suckled on her nipples before slowly working his way to her belly button. He swirled his tongue in her belly button and this almost brought her to orgasm. Then he was working lower to her mound and through her patch of red trimmed hair to her pussy. This time he did touch it and she did come, with the lightest of touches of Oliver's tongue on her clit. Then he was digging at her hole with his tongue and lapping the juices coming from her. When he tired from this he moved lower still and rimmed her arse hole poking his tongue into her tight hole. Moira said the sensations were fantastic and she came a second time. Then Oliver was back lapping her juices that were running down her legs. Then she felt Oliver moving and was half expected him to mount her and just fuck her, but he was a better lover than that. There was rustling as Oliver undressed and then he was back on the bed and moved into the 69 position. He offered his cock up to her Moira's mouth and tapped it gently on her cheek. Moira told me that at this point she had a slight pang of guilt. It didn't last long as she opened her mouth and licked the head before sucking as much as she could into her mouth. She said she gauged from the feel and how much there was in her mouth that he was much the same size as my cock. Oliver was now back to licking Moira's pussy running his tongue from her clit to her arse hole. Moira came again, and harder than the first two times and still she hadn't had a cock in her pussy. He worked Moira up to almost another orgasm before turning around and getting between her legs. Here we go she told me she thought at that moment and then his cock touched her clit. The electric shock it gave her almost tipped her over another climax. Then he very slowly pushed it in. She said it was frustrating that he took so long to put it all in. She said she wanted to hump the daylights out of him as the long slow build up had her climbing the walls. Then he was in and slowly stroking her pussy with his cock as his tongue stroked the inside of her mouth and his hands cupped her breasts. Then it all changed he must have hit the spot where nothing can stop a man from reaching his climax. He was now slamming his cock into Moira's pussy with some ferocity. Moira didn't mind she was on her way to the summit again and reached it moments before Oliver bellowed that he reached his own summit and blasted his cum deep in Moira's pussy. They rested for a while and then Oliver rolled to Moira and removed her blindfold and kissed her on her cheek. He told her that he had thoroughly enjoyed what he called round one. Moira wondered how many rounds there would be for £2500. Then he said come and he got of the bed and was dressing. Moira followed suit and dressed. Then he took her to the control room and showed her the controls for the yacht. The captain stepped aside as Oliver took control of the vessel. Then he joked where did she want to go and suggested New York and then said maybe next time. Moira thought who said anything about a next time. Then he handed back the control and asked the captain how long till they anchor up. The captain told him about five minutes. Then we went to the back deck on the yacht and Oliver started to uncover a rib. Then the boat slowed and she could hear and feel the anchor being lowered to the sea floor. When It stopped Oliver got her to sit in the rib and put a life jacket on and then he lowered the rib into the water. He climbed in and started the engine. It took just ten minutes to get to the shore and they stopped up next to a jetty. He tied the rib up and they walked into Shanklin and wandered the busy streets that were filled with holiday makers. He found a nice bar and they had a couple of cocktails and then after another walk they were back at the rib and on our way back out to the yacht. Oliver went to talk to the captain to tell him to put the rib away and that they would be turning in for the night. They retired to his bedroom. This time he didn't ask, he unzipped Moira's dress took it off her and dispensed with her shoes. He then undressed himself. It was the first time that Moira had a chance to have a good look at his cock. She was right it was much the same size as mine. Having had great sex earlier she half expected a wham bam thank you maam. How wrong she was. Again Oliver spent ages kissing and licking ever part of Moira's body, before ending up in the 69 position again. Moira told me that she really enjoyed sucking his cock as he pleasured her again. Then when he had finished that he asked Moira to ride on top. She willingly straddled him and impaled herself on his cock. She said that the movement of the boat as it rocked to and fro just heightened the pleasure she was feeling as Oliver pushed up at her pussy with each downward stroke she made She came again and collapsed on top of Oliver and where he had been fondling her breasts he could now suckle them instead. What surprised Moira was that she had just got over the orgasm when another washed over her and this time Oliver was grunting as he unloaded his second load in my wife's pussy. They rolled onto their sides facing and Oliver was kissing Moira thanking her for such a wonderful time. Then still cuddled up they fell asleep. Moira had no idea what the time was when she woke to the sound of the anchor being raised. Oliver kissed Moira and told her good morning and asked if she had slept well. She told him she had. Then he asked if he could make love to her again. I suppose not knowing when a contracted night actually finishes. Moira readily agreed and Oliver started to kiss Moira passionately before moving to her neck and ears again. Then he was on her tits, sucking each in turn. Then he did something he had not done before, he was stroking Moira's pussy with his fingers. This pushed Moira over the top again and Oliver was a little more gentle as she came down panting from her orgasm. Then he had her get on all fours and he proceeded to fuck her hard from behind. It wasn't long before they came together. They collapsed in a heap of body parts. Once they had recovered, Oliver told Moira to follow him. They left the bedroom still totally naked and went into the next room. It was a shower room There was just enough room for both of them in the shower. Oliver took great delight in soaping all of Moira's body and she did the same for Oliver. Then they rinsed off. Oliver took ages drying Moira as he kissed every part he dried before moving on to dry the next part. Then he quickly dried himself. Moira dried his cock and gave it a nice kiss. Then back into the bedroom where they dressed. Then he led Moira to the galley and much to Moira's surprise there was a girl probably just in her twenties. Oliver ordered what he wanted for breakfast and told Moira to do the same. Breakfast finished they left the girl cleaning up as they went out on deck, just in time to see the captain land the boat back onto it's moorings and tie it off. Oliver led Moira off the boat and back to his Aston Martin and drove back to the helicopter, where they were soon airborne. Forty minutes later they landed back on his landing pad. Where was I you may ask. Well I had spent a very uncomfortable cold night in my car worrying what had become of my wife, had she been hurt, or sold as a sex slave. I had barely slept at all. Then I could hear and then see the helicopter as it came in an landed. I saw the car sweep down the drive and around to the helicopter. Moira and Oliver got out of the helicopter and into the car. The car came down towards the gates that opened and the driver pulled up beside my car. Oliver got out first and then took Moira's hand and led her to my car. "Good morning," he said to me. I barely managed to nod. "I have brought your beautiful wife back to you," as he helped her into my car. Then he lent in and kissed Moira a long lingering kiss. "See you later he told Moira," just as he walked back to his car. and then the jaguar swept away back up his drive and the gates closed. I looked at Moira and she had this almost apologetic come confused look on her face. There was no need to guess that he had his way with my wife. She sat silently as I started the car and pulled away to make the journey home. As I drove through the countryside Moira was rustling through her bag. She pulled out not one but two envelopes. the first had the original £2500 and when she opened the other envelope there was a letter wrapped around another bundle of money. Moira counted the money. It was a second £2500 and the note said that he had thoroughly enjoyed his time with Moira. He loved ever minute he had with her and that the second envelope was a bonus for being so good with him. As she read it out aloud I wondered what the hell she had done with him. It went on to say, Please be at my house on Saturday the 28th in a long party dress to attend as my plus one. You will be staying overnight. Please let me know if you will be coming by the 10th. Thank you again. Moira gave out a big cheer and teased that Oliver had given her £5000 for one night. I asked about the letter. She said of course I will go. Once home she was straight on the internet to find where she was going to buy a new dress from. Since then she has seen Oliver four more times. A second person answered her advert. She is still weighing up if she will see him. Every time Moira sees Oliver I am as jealous as hell, but as I said if Moira makes up her mind.