Anyway, I got invited back by the same company, to do some similar analyses of their business trends. Buckhead is a strange place, million dollar houses are considered starter homes. True to the Southern trend of conservativepractices, men worked hard, and made lots of money. They often attracted somewhat younger women, but then didn't have time or energy to give the ladies all they wanted out of their home lives, particularly in the bedroom. So, a practice developed, all very sub rosa, of the ladies taking frequent lovers, often younger, more than occasionally out of town consultants like me who came in to help their husbands make their millions, and fill the gap between the ladies legs as well. Given the social norms, the ladies were uniformly good looking, often enhanced by surgery, dressed in very tasteful, but uniformly provocative clothing. They had developed the habit of kissing after dances at the club, to try to stir up their hubbies, he was getting tongue from a half dozen ladies at every dance, so he often had a hard dick to use on his wife when he went home.
This time I went down for 2.5 weeks, first to work on projects for the senior management, and then the next week to work on projects for the young (highly overworked) young executives. The first two days were getting oriented to thee job. I could easily see what they were going to need, but as i was hired for a long time, at a very good rate of pay, I didn't try to finish early.
My second night there, the wife of the head of the company came"o by to meet me, and to orient me to the social activities for the weekend, these folks are nothing if not gracious. She was a very welll preserved 60, and knew how to dress to impress. Cheek kisses and a hug were the opening activity. She said that they had a normal tennis "outing" on the next morning, then drinks, dinner and dancing at the club. She said that everyone of her friends "wanted to meet me". I think that there was some "gossip" amongs the ladies about my adventures the last time I had been there. They were used to sort of stodgy old husbands, and I was 40, a former college football player, and with a 7 inch dick that pointed north and didn't tired easily. She said that her first job was to take me to dinner that evening, and to give me some coaching about "manners", particularly the after dancing kiss, which she said were a little unusual, but a fundamental part of how they did business. With that, the stepped into my arms, as if we were dancing, hummed a few bars as she pressed against me, no doubt feeling that my cock was already sort of hard and poking up the front of my thin slacks. Then, she leaned up to kiss me, and her tounge went back to my tonsils. It was a slow kiss, with her pressed against me, and my hand on her low back, just above her hips. She pulled away, saying on the dance from we have to be more subtle, but we want and expect to feel some desire. That's not your job, but you might get invited back for more "consulting" if you do a good job on the dance floor, and beyond.
With that, she went to the door of my little office, I could hear that there was almost no noise in the office area, and said, I'd like to see if you can do your "extra job" well. The stories from two years ago, from all three ladies, were very promising.
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