[karlhein]

I recently had two weeks of business in the Buckhead (=uber ruch) arwa of Atlanta. My first weekend there my hosts invited me to cocktails, dinner and dancing at their rather posh country club.
To say that the ladies were rather dressed up would be an understatement. Clearly a lot of money and effort had gone into making these 40-70 year old matrons look good, and it was money well spent. Lots of nice clothes, lots of cleavage, a fair number of what appeared to be store bought tits, but all very classy, proper and well-presented. Most of the ladies appeared much trimmer and fitter than their hubbys, as "keeping you body and appearance" was part of the social ethos in this uniquely affluent part of the US. The men were overrepresented by international business owners and senior managers, the ladies (if they worked outside the home were over represented by realtors). Quite a few of the wives were also somewhat younger than their hubbies, presumptively they were trophy wives.
Cocktails were the usual cycle of meeting people, with the usual evidence of comfortable solizing and casual but proper flirtaceous behavior that one sees in this demographic, eye contact, smiles, a warm and lingering handshake. It was clearly evident that, so long as one is polite and "respectful" that these ladies enjoyed being appreciated, which led to lots if chaste kisses, hugs and more than the ossasional downblouse view of firm and well tanned bosoms.
Dinner was much better than average in the rubber chicken idiom. On either side of me were the wife of my host, a fit looking 60 year old with small boobs held up by a shelf bra that were visible every time she leaned into me to talk, and the wife of his Jr partner, a buxom 45 year old with the top of her ample busom pushing the limits of her designer dress. In adfition to leaning in to me to talk, they both had a tebdency to put their habds on my thigh when speaking to me.
I guess I was smart enough not to start grabbing their thighs (got to stay classy in this crowd), but as dinner proceeded, and the had their 3rd and then 4th drink, they leaned into me more and put their hands progesiivvely higher on my thigh. At one point I had a hand high on each thigh, with their little fingers dueling as they teased my cock. As they both leaned in I remarked that they "were very friendly here in Buckhead". They both smilled broadly, saying "indeed we are, especially for such handsome, fit and articulate gentlemen". I noticed that their husbands, who were a little sloppy drunk were focused on a third colleague and his "daughters of the south",cleavage showing,wife, duscussing local politics.
Dinner finished and dancing began. Apparently the local pattern was to dance a lot, the first couple of dances with one's spouse, then to rorate amongst various partners. The other local custom appeared to be to thank your dance partner with a chaste kiss on the lips. As one of the diners without a spouse, I was introduced first to a rather matronly lady, well dressed and made up, but somewhat cinched into her dress. Now modern social dancing is a wonderful device. You get to put your arms around a nice lady, in a very respectful and non intimate way, and she gets to regulate the degree of intimacy. As I'm adequately tall, have arms and shoulders with some muscle on them, my didk sticks out much more than my stomach does and I'm passibly skilled at dabcing, I'm a reasonably popular dance partner.
My matronly lady moved in close right away, indicating that she, a recent widfow, wanted some male contact. But the end if the second dance we were pretty close and I had a bit of a chubby dick. As we went to part, she leaned in for the thank you kiss. But instead of nice and chaste, she put the tip of her tongue in my mouth. That lead to a nice smile, a subsequent hug and me saying that I hoped we could dance again later.
I rotated amongst quite a number of other ladies, given the demographics of the group most of the dances were partner style contact dances, so I got my share of close contact with the."rich ladies of Buckhead". Almost universally the chose to dance rather close, most rubbing against the growing firmness of my dick and presding their boobs into me. A couple even grabbed my hand, kissed it and pulled it, palm first, to their breasts. In more than half of the ladies, the thank you kiss involved tongue, iniated by them.
Finually I rotated to the ladies who were my dinner partners for successive pairs if dances. Both we up close and personal, both ending with tongue oriented kisses and each grabbed my cock as we parted, but with such skill that I doubt it was evident on the crowded dance floor.
As the second dance ended with the second lady, I put an arm around each of them and said " can you direct me to the bathroom" I have a problem I need to resolve". They both smiled broadly, each taking my arm leading me off the dance floor and past the normal bathroom to a space in the next dining hall. They locked the door, and said take care of peeing, then we have a problem for you to solve.
I finished peeing, hard to do with a full hard on and turned back to them. They were sitting side by side on a little bench. They told me to come over to them. One reached up to unzip me and the other reached in to pull my dick free. Between one sucking and the other talking, they explained that fucking was not practical now, too dressed up, but that they wanted a taste of me. They had been making bets all night ( I think they had done this before) about the size and shape of my cock, whether or not I was circumcized, who could make me cum (10 strokes each before handing off) first and what I would taste like.
Suffice to say that they both got a taste, I hann't gotten laid in a week and they got their questions answered.
We went back to the dance, where for the next 90 minutes I had several very satisfying, and close dances. Most with nice, soulful thank you kisses at the end. At the end of the night, in the 2nd round of dancing with the matronly widfow, somehow it was arranged that I would give a ride home to the matronly widdow who was my first dance partner. I didn't leave her house for 36 hours, and she resumed the sex life that was stopped with the deatj of her hubby 3 years before. But that's another story.
I did get to fuck the pair of dinner partners, both together and separately during the next week. And they got several more tastes of me, as I did of them, but that's another story.
The upshot of the story is that even rich married ladies like to be appreciated and be told that they are attractive, and may surprise you at how horney, and forward, they are. You just need some classy behavior, reasonable conversational skills, be able to dance fairly well, and let them "do the leading"