Dancing the night away

[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"

[karlhein]

Being asked to give the matronly widdower home seemed a little too convenient, but the folks she had arrived with needed to leave early because of babysitter problems, and she did live in the same area of Buckhead where my hotel was oriented. But, I don't normally expect to have a one night stand organized with a mid 60's lady, 20 years my senior, regardless of some nice dances and rather warm and promising kisses at the end of each set of dances.

In any case, we go to my car, get settled in, and I decide to test the waters a bit by remarking that I liked dancing with her and the kisses that came with them. She smiled, leaned over to me and kissed me again. But, rather than being a quick kiss with just a flash of tongue, it was a prolonged kiss, led by her, that was deep and slow and sexy as hell. It lasted all of 2-3 minutes. I wasn't groping her, after all this is a part of the South where a woman's reputation is very important, but her arms were around my neck, and both of us were breathing a little hard afterwards, and my dick had definitely gotten hard, despite the moderating influence of the double headed blow job I had gotten from my two dinner companions only 2 hours earlier.

Anyway, we drove to her home, stopped in the driveway, and she leaned over saying "I want another kiss", which lasted a (very) good 10 minutes and involved her arm around my neck, her hand sliding up my leg, and my hand cupping her clothed breast. As we came up for air, she asked if I wanted "coffee, which is a normal signal that sex might be on the menu.

She went to coffee and I found that she had a record player, and found some records that matched the easy listening/slow dance music that we had been dancing to at the country club all evening. She seemed to like that, I I figured that the best transition between making out a bit and fucking was through some more dancing. She really smiled and seemed pleased to hear the music on when she came back, and came into my arms after putting the coffee cups down. For the next hour we danced, and kissed, and danced closer and kissed some more, and danced even closer, until we were continuously dancing and kissing, holding each other very tight, and letting our hands roam over each others chests and bottoms. Then she got very close, and whispered that she hadn't had a man in 3 years, since her hubby had died, and had only had him for the 30 years before that, but that she wanted me to make love to her. With that, she pushed me down onto the couch, took a step back, unzipped her dress and began a slow striptease for me, swaying all the time to the music. She was mid 60's and a little cinched into her clothes, and a little shy about being seen, but soon she was naked in front of me. While clearly 60, and carrying a few pounds, she still had some muscle tone, and her breasts were large, and heavy but with a bit of protrusion to them, large areeoleas and pointy nipples. Her pubic hair was thin, and her slit was obvious. She cupped her breasts for me and said "what do you think?"..As she had stripped I had unconsciously been rubbing my cock, and as she asked for my opinon, I unzipped my pants pulled by cock out, and said "I think he likes you". With that, I held out my arms, and said "come kiss me again" That lasted another 15 minutes, by the end of which I was totally naked.
Eventually, she began to breath very hard, began to shake, began repeating "right there", "right there", "oh yes, right there", and had her first orgasm with a man in over 3 years. With her getting excited, I lost my control and filled her.
The next day and a half was like that, slow gentle fucking, lots of kissing, lots of touching. She wasn't the multiorgasmic screamer that one might like to tell stories about, but she came several times over the time we were together, loved to cuddle, and was a very good sexual partner.
The next few days in Buckhead I was busy, both with the work that brought me there, and with the two dinner partners from the country club who had provided the double headed blow job, and who I subsequently fucked together 2x and solo 1x each (that's another story). But, the last night I was in Buckhead I made sure to call my matronly little minx, for dinner and dancing, and another, somewhat surprising, night at her house (that's another story).

[karlhein]

The last night I was in Buckhead, I took my matronly widow to dinber. She was dressed in a loose and flowing top that gave little glimpses of her boobs. We held hands and talked a lot durong dinner. Later we went dancimg at a local club. Given our recent history. The dancing was close and intimate. With lots of teasing kisses.

During a break we were sitting, having a drink and she took my hand saying I want to show you something. She pulled my hand under her dress and up the inside of her leg. Sge wasn't wearingthing under her dress. My fingers felt first her thin pubic hair and the the wetness of her pussy. She quivered as I touched her and stroked her clitty.
She said I want you to ginger me as we dance. There is a dark corner over there, shi indicated by pointing. If I face the corner no once can see where your hand is. So, during tge bext dance set, ee danxed slowly as I fingered jer to orgasm on the dance floor. On the way home she sucked me ogf in the parking lot and I fingered her to another orgasm as we drove to her house.
At her house she said that she wanted ne in her ass, something that she and her late hubby had done early in their marriage, just as they has quietly done things like fingering on the dance floor, car blow jovs and fingering while driving. As she came from being fucked in tge butt, sge even called out her late hubbys name.
So, another vrry good night of dancing the night away.

[karlhein]

On four of the nights, I played with the two ladues?who gave me the double bliw job on the evening of the dimner-dance. It turns out they were bi, and played together abd with willing younger guys freqyently. The loved to do 68 and have a guy fuck the one on top. They were predictably multiorgasmic and pribably liked each other as?well as they did the guy.
I fucked the pair of them 2x, and each one separately 1x each. Neither wanted anal, but liked younger guys wjo vould go and go and go

I did learn the history of the high freqyency of french kisding after dances. Seems several ladies had started it some years before, as a way to get their rather staid husbands turned on. The figured, correctly, that if jmhubby got a dozen different tounges in his mouth while dancing, he would be more enthustiac abour fucking them after the dance. They had been doing it for some years, and it seemed to work well enoubh except that they had each had affairs with a dozen or more of the hubbies, and vice cersa for the hubbies. In any case it was a nice surprise for me abd led to 5 experiences with them and 2 with the matronly widdow, as well as some nice consulting money in Buckhead

[jablomey]

Terrific story. Thanks!

[karlhein]

Some time ago, I related a story of a visit to Buckhead, an exclusive suburb of Atlanta. I was there for some consulting business, but wound up going to the country club of my hosts on about my 3rd night. It was a lot a rich folks, with a bit of alcohol in them, with lots of trophy wives who didn't get enough attention from hubby. Lots of dancing, including slow dancing, with the curious habit of the lady giving her dance partner a kiss as they left the floor. That's not unusual, but the kisses often involved more than a bit of tongue. During the evening, I went to the bathroom, guided by two of the older ladies (hubbies were well oilded, and rather drunk, owners of the company. At the bathroom, I got a dual blow job, and later fhucked them, both separately and together. I also took a rather older, somewhat matronly lady home, and had a long weekend in her bed, and the next weekend as well....her first activity since her hubby had died. I like to think that I got her sex life restarted. We had corresponded frequently, and I made one more trip to Atlanta and she on trip to my home for long weekends, mostly dancing in ways that were probably too intimate for the places we were, car blow jobs and extensive fucking at home. Sadly, she had remarried, but given the difference in our ages, we weren't going to marry.

Here's a picture of us dancing. You can see that she knew how to show off on the dance floor, especially for someone who hadn't been with a guy in 2 years. She had a few matronly pounds on her, but marvelous still perkey (after surgery) breasts, with nipples that she loved to have pinched and kissed, and sucked. She once even came when I just kept sucking her nipples, and rubbing her little button.

[karlhein]

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.

[karlhein]

She locked the door, turned out the light, although the ambient light coming through the window was still enough to see well. She came back to me, reached her arms up to my neck, and said, let's see if you are as good at the storys say..My hubby is a big shot, but hasn't shot in me in 6 months. I have a personal trainer (a big black guy.....nasty practice in Buckhead....with 9 inches.....but he's sort of dumb, and a little Spaniard tennis pro, but he only has 5 inches.. Between them, I get laid 4 times weekly, but it's not enough. Fuck me, and make me cum. Oh, and by the way, I'm a screamer, but he offices are nearly soundproof. After we have a bit of a fuck, we'll go to dinner with hubby, and then I'll give you a ridte home.

I reached down, grabbing her butt and lifting her up to me. She pulled me in, mashed her tits against me, and stuck her tounge down my throat again. We kissed like that for nearly 10 minutes, my fingers sliding inside her dress and up to her panties (no hose). I pulled the panties aside and had two fingers in her pussy, very wet for a 60 year old lady She pussy was clenching my fingers, and a third finger found her clitty began to rub from side to side. She started to breathe hard, pulled me close, and began to vocalize, oh yes, oh yes, rub my clitty harder, oh shit, oh shit, ohhhhhhhh. Not quite a scream, but seemingly very satisfying. I could feel her pussy get wetter, her juices running down my fingers.

Shit, Connie, I ?need to see your body, I need to taste your pussy, I want to put my cock inside you. Do you want to be fucked? Hard? and deep?

[karlhein]

Oh, God, fuck me now, drop you pands, sit on the couch, so I can ride you. In only seconds, we were both nude. She stepped back, looked at my upstanding cock, 7+ in, big head, pointing straight up. Ohhhhhh, what a,cock, it's marvelous, put it in me. With that she pushed me onto the couch, straddled me, and in a single motion lower her pussy on to me, kissed me, and began to ride me.

She was quite a sight herself, thin and lean, firm legs, flat stomach with just a hint of stretch lines from the obligatory two (now griwn) children, bo9bs that were firm without being the rock hard balloons that some store bought tits are. She had really minimal tan lines, pink pointy nipples, and a lasrerd pussy.

I grabbed her hips and began to rock my hips up to meet her. My fingers rode up the cleft of her butt, coming into contact with her butt hole, she arched her back, saying, "yes, yes, yes", finger my butt. My finger slid into her butt, trying to get as deep into her as my cock was in her pussy.

She began to clench up, oh yes, oh yes, fuck, fuck, fuck, and came hard on my cock. It took her fully 5 minutes to finish cumming....he second orgasm, with my cock in her and my finger in her butt, only 15 minutes after meeting her.

She said, have you cum yet? No, it takes me a while, but sometimes I don't go soft immediately. But you have me pretty revved up, can you go again, and can I cum in you?

Oh, I can cum again and again. But it's easier if you cum in my mouth, makes cleaning up for dinner easier, she gave me a big smile. But, after dinner, I want that cock in my ass. So, fuck me again, from behind. She stood up, turned around and sat on my cock. She began fucking, I grabbed on boiling with my left hand, pinching the nipple, while my other hand found her clitty. We fucked away, her comming hard and noisy in 5 minutes, the she stood up, turnd around and began to suck me. Given the situation, I came in her mouth in less than another 5 minutes. She didn't miss a drop, swallowing it all down, the crawling back onto my still hard cock and starting to make out.

[karlhein]

We made out and explored each other's bodies for the next half hour, she had another finger induced orgasm. We eventually cleaned up and met her hubby for dinner, which was mostly him finding about me and regaling me with stories of his career, apparently unaware that I had ravaged his wife, and had more to come.

Eventually, dinner ended and she drove me back to my motel. We were barely in the room before we were nude and she was stretched out on the bed, my face between her legs. She had a slightly larger than normal clit, her doctor microcosm the female hormones she took to remain young with a low dose of testosterone, which caused he clit to grow. It also kept her horney as he'll. She said she was always highly seed, came the first time a bf lingered her, and the first time she fucked. She was a big sl*t in college, found hubby just after graduation, but he had never really satisfied her, too busy at work. She played the dutiful southern lady, just with several lovers each year. She was mildly bi with some other c9mpany wives, but really preferred dick.
She came 4 times as I ate her, drenching my face with her juices. When I told her I needed to fuc again, she said "put in in my butt, I love butt sex" I pushed her feet up over her head, added a dolor of lube with my thumb, and gently eased my cock into her. She relaxed into it, abd soon I was full depth in her.i had only started to thrust, and she began to cum, and cum and cum and cum. I was right ar the point and she said cum in my ass, fill it full.I did as she asked.
Thirty minutes later, she had showered and was on her way home, with plant to pick me up for tennis at noon.