I'm a 59-year-old crawl in constabulary police detective who enjoys extreme jogging, reading mystery novels, listening to music and saltation. I have been described as lovable and generous, but I can also be described as very shady minded and a bit rump. I'm a loyal American who defines myself as straight. I have a degree in vicious justice, political science, and economics. I'm obsessed with running and physical fitness.

After my retreat from the police department and the departure of my wife, I moved into a Retirement small town out in the sou'-west. If you think old people do n't enjoy sex, you are mistaken. I'm currently single. My most recent romantic relationship was Katelyn, my deceased wife who was the same age as me. She 's been gone three years, and I miss her very much. My in force Quaker is a pull back municipal evaluator named Leslie Howard James Cook. We get on well most of the fourth dimension when we are not arguing politics. I also hang around with Gordon Seth Thomas and Milford Graham. They are both hit the hay cops, and we enjoy cycling together.

Physically, I'm is in pretty good Supreme Headquarters Allied Powers Europe. I'm tall with tan pelt, Gray whisker and blue air eyes. I grew up in a middle-class neighborhood. My father was a police police officer like myself. He died in the line of duty when I was young. I was raised by my mother who was a registered nurse.

I have been a widower for the by three years. My first year living alone I knocked around in my big vacuous two-story, four-bedroom home located in an upscale neighborhood. My two daughters, Karen and Susan, kept close tabs on me. They worried I was n't eating right and taking aid of myself correctly. I received phone birdcall every day from them checking to see if I was taking my medication, eating properly and getting adequate respite. I appreciated their concern, but it was getting annoying. I told them I never got bored because I was spending near of my time answering their earpiece calls. They eventually convinced me to deal the house and move in with one of them.

I moved in with Karenic for a yr, but she drove me crazy fussing over me day in and day out. I could n't take the constant attention, so I moved in with Susan, my new. Susan and her husband microphone have four untested shaver, and I was definitely interfering with their family subprogram ; not to mention the wear and tear on my brass. I decided, for the interest of everyone 's saneness, it would be right for all if I moved into a retirement village where I could hang out with people my own age. I chose 'The Meadows'because I was able to have my own one-bedroom apartment complete with kitchen and washing room.

'The Meadows'was built around a golf course and several minor lakes. I think the totality acreage was around three G. There were other amenities such as a gym, hiking and jogging trails, recreation anteroom, a motion picture field, bowling lanes, backup radical, sociable groups and special effect. The Greenwich Village was made up of both married couples and single. A little more than half were matrimonial yoke. Of the single resident physician, three quarters were 1 widow woman and the sleep single widowers like me. The one women more than outnumbered the unity men.

My low week at 'The Meadows', I met Monica while out for an early morning jog. Monica is a 59-year-old retired college professor who enjoys learning new speech, sailing and gymnastic horse racing. She is energetic and smart, but can also be very selfish and a bit standoffish. She is a liberated char who defines herself as bisexual person. She was quick to tell me she was bi-sexual when I noticed her eyeing other womanhood. She has a degree in philosophy, political sympathies, and economics.

Physically, Monica is in good physical body. She is norm top with a spiritualist complexion, chestnut hair, and greens eyes. She is a young-looking woman with an athletic trunk. I would say she was 5'4 '', 110 pounds. It is obvious she takes bang-up pride in her appearance. She could easily pass for a woman in her forties.

Monica has lived at 'The meadow'for a year. The morning we met, we spent five hr talking, walking and generally getting to know one another. Those five hours flew by, and Monica invited me to dinner at her apartment that night, and I gladly accepted. She grew up in a wealthy neighborhood. Her Padre was a prominent malefactor defense attorney, and her mother was a socialite. Her Father of the Church died fifteen years ago of a centre attack while she was on holiday at Walter Elias Disney World with her two teenage youngster. He died while arguing a high-profile type in court.

She was married to Arthur Charley Cooke who was also an attorney in her father's law house. He was killed two geezerhood ago when a drunk device driver slammed into his car on a rain-slick road. Monica had two children with husband Arthur : Alannah now aged 28 and Kristin aged 32. They are both happily married with Danton True Young children.

Monica turned out to be an excellent cook. I brought a bottle of wine, and we finished it off after dinner party. We kissed and cuddled for over an hour. Monica is an old-fashioned, woman and clung to her household values. In spite of that, I was able to cop a feel of her knocker before the eve was over. We agreed to see each former again, but Monica asks that I take it a bit slower. I think I upset her by being too hands-on during our first date. However, on our third appointment, Monica finally allowed me to caress and sop up her naked tit. I was not used to moving that slowly, but I felt obliged to respect Monica 's wishes. I knew that in time I could eventually entice her into my bed.

Each Sabbatum night the Retirement settlement holds a dance for the residents. I invited Monica, but she told me she was spending the weekend with her girl, Kristin and her three young grandchildren. I decided to go to the dance alone. There were various attractive widow at the weekly terpsichore and only a handwriting full of individual men. One particular widow caught my care. I ask her to dance, and she accepted my invitation.

Her name was Clara Blurton, and she is also 59 days old, but looked 15 years vernal. She grew up in an upper-middle-class neighborhood. Her dad was a doc, and her mother was a high schoolhouse biology teacher. She is well educated and gumptious. Clara is above average-height with a medium complexion, an oval cheek, long blond whisker that 's sleek on top with waves that fall below her shoulders and sparkling green middle. She was a magniloquent, slender woman with a well-proportioned body due mainly to aerobics classes. I guessed her tiptop to be about 5'7 '' and maybe weighing 115 pounds.

She was a retired child psychologist, and she had been married to Thomas Blurton, a successful civic locomotive engineer. Dylan Marlais Thomas died in 2014 at age 61 when a recently constructed bridge collapsed while he was inspecting it. Clara and her married man never had any nipper of their own, so when Thomas died, she found herself lonely and a little depressed.

We danced together the whole Nox. I 'm in pretty salutary shape, but Clara loves aerobics and danced circles around me. I walked Clara back to her apartment, and she invited me in for a nightcap. I do n't remember how many nightcaps we had, but we woke up defenseless in her bed around 10 Sunday dayspring. As it turns out, Clara loves practically everything about sex, and she did n't mind admitting it. She let me have it away that she was willing to try just about anything at to the lowest degree once. We showered together then went out for Sunday brunch.

Monica returned to 'The Meadows'around six o'clock Sunday evening and called me to go out to dinner. I was exhausted from my weekend with Clara, but I agreed to go. She told me she was excited to see her phratry but was glad to get back to her normal routine. She told me that she had thought about me the entirely weekend and looked forward to spending to a greater extent time with me. We met the adjacent break of day for a jog and then a clean breakfast. When I returned to my apartment, I had a content to call Clara. Since both Clara and Monica live in 'The meadow', I did n't see any theory of keeping it a secret that I was seeing them both. I didn't want to block up seeing either one of them. I hoped it would never come to a point where I would give birth to choose between the two of them. It would be a hard determination to make. I called Clara and invited her to dinner. I told her I had someone I wanted her to touch. She was puzzled but agreed to come. I immediately called Monica and extended the same invitation. They agreed to run across me at my apartment at six o'clock.

Our merging was very productive. As it turns out, Monica and Clara knew each former by sight, but they were never formally introduced. I explained to them that I enjoyed being with them both and hoped we could all be friends and continue to enjoy each other 's company. I was banking on the fact that the single women at 'The Meadows'outnumbered the single men by at least three to one. It took a moment, but their desire to fight off loneliness won out, and they agreed to let me date them both.

The sex was skilful than I ever dreamed. The two women kind of got into competition with each other over pleasing me. Monica not only agreed to come out having sex with me, she often became the instigator of our sexual ventures. It was missionary vogue only with no viva sex, but at least she was starting to come around. I began to see the possibilities of turning this into a competition between the two fair sex. Monica was still a bit conquer when it came to sex, but again, I considered myself a golden man.

If I did have to opt between the two, it would be challenging because Monica was an excellent cook, but hesitant when it came to intimate exploration. However, Clara was n't a good deal of a cook but loved nothing better than to fuck my brainpower out. She was totally uninhibited when it came to trying new things during sex. We fell into a mutually agreeable function of sharing me. One Nox I would experience a dinner fit for a king at Monica 's apartment followed by a bun in the pouch with her. And the next nighttime at Clara 's I would sustain a mediocre dinner followed by uninhabited sex. I was having sex like I was the superior of a harlot house. I had the best of both populace ; good food and in force sex.

Every once in a while, I would intentionally spend two nights in a roll at Clara 's house just to provoke Monica. She soon got the message and decided she should start having less restrained sex with me if she expected to deem my attention. I started sharing with Monica some of the things that Clara did sexually that pleased me and vice versa with Clara. And as expected they both tried to outdo the other. Monica finally gave me a cock sucking and let me finger her pussycat and lick her thighs, but when I tried to put my mouth anywhere near her slit, she pushed me away. She explained that she and her married man never did anything like that and she actually considered it affected. I let it go for the time being but started contemplating a way to change her thinking.

One-night Clara started to soak up my nipples and lightly tickle my ballock at the like prison term. It brought back memory board of my college 24-hour interval. I found the sensation to be so enjoyable, I almost orgasm while she did it. I reciprocated by nibbling and sucking on Clara 's clit, I could feel her body stiffen and started to orgasm. On a whim, I shoved my fingerbreadth up her ass while sucking and lightly chewing on her clit. The answer were unlikely. She started shaking and trembling and making sound that sounded somewhat like a pocket-sized dog barking. She started gushing pussy succus all over my look and bureau. This was the first time I had ever been with a water gun. I liked It ! I could n't wait to tell Monica about it, but to my amazement, Clara told her about it before I had the chance. I guess it had made a more significant impression on Clara than I first thought.

The next meter I was making love with Monica I noticed she was more fidgety and anxious. Her breathing was inadequate and raspy. I licked down her left second joint, and as I was licking my way back up the right thigh ; I felt her hand on the backbone of my point guiding me to her kitty-cat. I clamped down on her clit, and she started thrashing about so wildly, I was having bother maintaining contact. Within in min, she was Cumming heavily than she had in her hale life. When she finally came down from her high, she put her manus on each side of my boldness and pulled me into the most passionate kiss I had ever experienced. I don't know what caused Monica to shift, but she was finally letting herself escape her unattackable traditional values and was now enjoying wild, uninhibited raw sex.

Since the madam were getting along so well together and not showing any outward planetary house of jealousy, I started inviting them both to play along me to events like the movie, to bowling, to local eating place, and all the Saturday Nox dancing. We were all one big well-chosen family. After our nighttime out, we would all turn back to the apartment of the one I did n't plan to sleep with that night. We would bask a nightcap or two then I would impress on to the residence of my intended sex collaborator and indulge in a night of seventh heaven. I had them trained to my expiation and considered myself a fortunate man. I had made a very wise decision when I moved to 'The hayfield'.

Monica and Clara became such good friends, they began going on shopping fling together at the local Mall. In fact, they started spending more and more time together. I also noticed their hugs were lasting a bit prospicient than common. I remembered Monica admitting when we first met that she was bi-sexual and for a momentaneous moment, I thought maybe the two of them had discovered the joy of sapphism. I quickly put that thought out of my mind.

On Thursday Nox, instead of attending the motion-picture show at 'The meadow', Clara suggested we all go to the local movie house in town. We all agreed and piled into my car. As I might feature expected, Clara had just the movie she thought we would enjoy. The film turned out to be an adult moving picture with heaps of nudity and some of the most explicated sex aspect I have ever seen on the big covert. When we left the theater of operations, I trailed behind the female child trying to hide my monumental erection. As we were settling into my car, Clara announced that the movie had her panties soaking wet. And to my surprise, Monica chimed in that her scanty were also soaking wet.

When we arrived at Monica 's apartment, the girls were still talking about the various sex shot that had turned them on, and I still had a raging erection. I settled on the lounge next to Clara while Monica fixed us all an extra potent nightcap. I was no longer trying to hide my erection. Monica slid onto the lounge on my other side, and we continued chattering about the movie. There was a pair of lesbian scenes in the celluloid, and both women seemed featherbrained when they discussed them. Monica continued delivering the nightcaps. I would alternate between kissing Clara then Monica. Then out of the blueness, Clara suggested we all spend the night together, and without another word, Monica took my hand and led us to her bedroom. In less than a arcminute we were all nude and cuddling in Monica 's bed.

I was lying on my rear between to the two girls when I flashed back to an coming upon I had while in college. I was at a frat house, naked in bed with two young coeds. One of the coeds asked me if I had ever experienced `` nipple cristal ''. I had to admit I had never heard of it. The coeds each took one of my tit into their sassing and started sucking and chewing on them while taking turns stroking my rooster. I recalled how pleasant it had been and I suggested to Clara and Monica we give a try. Clara locked onto my flop mamilla immediately, and Monica followed by sucking my left nipple into her warm mouth. Monica began stroking my rooster as she worked on my nipple and Clara started lightly tickling my balls with her fingertips. After about a arcminute of this, I shot my incumbrance all over my chest and belly. Clara went to work right away cleaning my chest with her tongue. Monica was watching in amazement, but not moving. Clara reached over and put her hand on the backbone of Monica 's head word and guided her oral fissure to a pool of my cum. She took a small bit on her glossa then rolled it around in her sass. In the next here and now, both girls were busily licking my bureau and belly clean.

It was Monica 's turn to be in the midway next. I sucked her right breast into my oral cavity while Clara lunched on her left breast. Monica started to groan and rock her rosehip. It was then that I looked down and remark Clara was fucking Monica 's kitty-cat with two fingers. I began passionately kissing Monica on the brim while rolling her right mamilla between my ovolo and index digit. She let out a low moan, and her consistency stiffened. I knew she just experienced an orgasm.

I moved from her lip back down to go on sucking Monica 's'right nipple. I closed my eyes and nestled my expression close to her chest and gently sucked and rolled her nipple in my lip. I felt movement from Clara and opened my oculus in time to see her insert two wet fingers into Monica 's mouth ; the Sami two wet fingers she had been fucking Monica'twat with. Monica licked and sucked Clara 's fingers clean. I got an immediate hard-on. I had to set out slowly stroking my turncock. I watched as Clara slowly kissed her way down Monica 's stomach. Monica opened her legs wide enough to give full-of-the-moon admission to her genital organ. Clara licked the inside of Monica 's rightfield thigh down to her knee then switched over to her pass on thigh and worked back up. When she neared Monica 's vagina, I noticed Monica made no effort to drive her away.

Clara took her pollex and spread the sass of Monica 's snatch. She ran her tongue up and down the fluent pink wall of her vagina before latching onto her clit. Monica jumped at the low gear contact lens but soon relaxed and started raising her hips to satisfy Clara 's tongue. Clara began to lap and manducate on Monica 's clit eagerly. It did n't consider long for Monica 's bit climax to shake off her whole body. As Monica recovers from her orgasm, Clara starts to clobber Monica's pussy, while rapidly rub Monica 's button with two finger's breadth. Monica was moaning and writhing as she rushes headlong into her third magnificent orgasm. As soon as Monica was in the middle of her orgasm, Clara shoves her center finger up Monica 's mean fiddling brown asshole. The termination were improbable. Monica starts trembling and shaking ; her body is covered with pilomotor reflex and a low-cal sheen of sweat. She could n't seem to pick up her breath. Monica bolt upright in the bed and puts her hands on each side of Clara 's face and pulls her into a passionate kiss. The osculation seems to last forever, and I was sure as shooting Clara could find it throughout her unharmed body because sexual fluids effusion from her vagina. It had to have got been one of the most wondrous orgasms Clara has ever experienced.

I tried to work my way back into the mix, but Clara and Monica immediately crawled into the 69 position and began to pig each other 's pussy. I was enjoying the lesbian appearance so much I stroked my cock until I enjoyed two consecutive orgasm. Neither woman showed any sign of giving up the intimate splendor they were both obviously experiencing. I watched for a patch longer then slipped off into a peaceful sleep. When I woke up the following morning Clara and Monica were still snuggled in each former 's blazonry. They were resting so serenely, I slid out of bed and quietly made my way back to my apartment. I could n't aid but think my initial suspicions about them and a tribade affair might be right. It really did n't matter to me, I have always liked watching two women together.

I had n't heard from Monica or Clara by four o'clock. I did n't know who I would be having dinner party with. Would it be with Monica, or would it be Clara ? Perhaps I would be dining with the two of them. When I had n't heard from anyone by five o'clock, I decided to phone Monica. She answers on the third ring and offers her apology for not notifying me that she was going to spend the weekend with her girl and grandchildren. I hung up and called Clara 's number but got no answer. At six thirty, I gave up and drove to a local fasting food restaurant for a cheeseburger and fries.

Sat, I went for an early morning jog and showered before walking over to the recreation antechamber to check the bulletin board for any peculiar events. All I found there were dozens of old ladies playing scorecard, or checkers, or reading books. I could n't find Clara anywhere. I decide to pay a surprisal visit to my youngest daughter and grandchildren. I returned to 'The meadow'around nine XXX Billy Sunday night completely wore out from the grandchildren. I showered and fell fast asleep.

Monday morning, I went for my usual jog, hoping to see Monica. When she was a nonattender, I went rest home and showered before going to the recreation hall to ensure the bulletin board. The first thing on the board to catch my eye was an apartment vacancy that just came useable. I went to the role to see who was leaving 'The Meadows'. I was told no one was leaving. Monica had decided to give up her flat and move in with Clara. I felt a knot in my stomach. I had a discrete notion that Clara and Monica would no longer be needing me to fulfill their intimate penury. I was sad and despondent all calendar week. Sabbatum night I had recovered enough to draw myself down to the each week dance. I did n't see Monica or Clara there. The terpsichore just was n't the Lapp well-chosen shoes it once was. I decided to leave. As I made my way to the room access, I saw her.

She was a tall strawberry blonde that stood a head taller than the charwoman she was huddled with. She looked to be 5'10 '' 135 quid with immature eyes that pierced my soul. This cleaning lady had to be one of the most beautiful animate being I had ever seen in my life. She saw me about the same time I saw her. As I moved across the terpsichore floor toward her, she continued to verbalise with adult female around her. She would look up occasional to monitor my localization. My spunk was doing somersaulting as I practiced what I was going to say to her. Everything that came to mind voice clumsy and amateurish. I felt like an ungainly stripling.

I walked up to her and said, `` Hi ! My name is William Henry. Would you like to dance ? '' She smiled, nodded her head affirmative and told me her name was Pricilla, but her friends called her Prissy. I took her hand and led her onto the dance floor. We spent the respite of the eventide in each other 's arms. When the dance was over, I walked her back to her flat and thanked her for a wonderful evening