I'm a 59-year-old retired police detective who enjoys extremum jogging, reading mystery novels, listening to music and terpsichore. I have been described as loveable and generous, but I can also be described as very suspicious minded and a bit stern. I'm a loyal American who defines myself as straight. I have a point in criminal justice, politics, and economics. I'm obsessed with running and physical fitness.

After my retirement from the police department and the passing of my married woman, I moved into a Retirement Greenwich Village out in the Southwest. If you think old mass do n't enjoy sex, you are mistaken. I'm currently single. My most Holocene epoch romantic human relationship was Katelyn, my pop off wife who was the Lapplander age as me. She 's been gone three years, and I miss her very much. My best supporter is a hit the sack municipal jurist named Howard Cook. We get on well near of the time when we are not arguing political sympathies. I also hang around with Gordon Thomas and Milford graham. They are both retired cop, and we enjoy cycling together.

Physically, I'm is in pretty serious shape. I'm tall with tan skin, Robert Gray hair and Blue optic. I grew up in a middle-class neighborhood. My founding father was a patrol 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 widowman for the retiring three yr. My first class living alone I knocked around in my big empty two-story, four-bedroom home located in an upscale neighbourhood. My two daughters, Karenic and Susan, kept close tabs on me. They worried I was n't eating good and taking care of myself correctly. I received earpiece calls every day from them checking to see if I was taking my medication, eating properly and getting plenty balance. I appreciated their concern, but it was getting annoying. I told them I never got drill because I was spending most of my time answering their telephone set calls. They eventually convinced me to sell the star sign and motion in with one of them.

I moved in with Karenic for a year, but she drove me crazy fussing over me day in and day out. I could n't exact the constant attention, so I moved in with Susan, my untried. Susan and her husband mike have four young nipper, and I was definitely interfering with their home routine ; not to name the wear and tear on my nerves. I decided, for the interest of everyone 's sanity, it would be better for all if I moved into a retirement small town where I could flow out with mass 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 hayfield'was built around a golf course and various pocket-sized lakes. I think the total acreage was around three yard. There were other amenity such as a gym, hiking and jogging lead, recreation hall, a movie theatre, bowling lanes, support grouping, social groups and special outcome. The village was made up of both married couples and singles. A little Sir Thomas More than one-half were married distich. Of the single occupier, three quarters were undivided widows and the rest ace widowman like me. The undivided women more than outnumbered the single men.

My first hebdomad at 'The meadow', I met Monica while out for an early aurora jog. Monica is a 59-year-old retired college professor who enjoys learning new languages, sailing and gymnastic horse racing. She is industrious and smart, but can also be very selfish and a bit offish. She is a liberated woman who defines herself as bisexual person. She was ready to evidence me she was bi-sexual when I noticed her eyeing other women. She has a degree in school of thought, politics, and economics.

Physically, Monica is in good pattern. She is mean height with a medium skin color, chestnut hair, and green eyes. She is a young-looking woman with an athletic body. I would say she was 5'4 '', 110 pounding. It is obvious she takes great pridefulness in her appearance. She could easily pass for a woman in her forties.

Monica has lived at 'The meadow'for a yr. The morning we met, we spent five hour talking, walking and generally getting to have a go at it 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 father was a striking crook defense attorney, and her female parent was a socialite. Her forefather died 15 years ago of a eye attack while she was on holiday at Walt Disney earthly concern with her two teenage children. He died while arguing a high-profile case in court.

She was married to Arthur Charley Cooke who was also an lawyer in her Father of the Church's law firm. He was killed two years ago when a wino driver slammed into his car on a rain-slick route. Monica had two nipper with husband Arthur : Alannah now aged 28 and Kristin aged 32. They are both happily married with untested children.

Monica turned out to be an splendid James 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 passee, fair sex and clung to her category values. In spite of that, I was able to cop a feel of her breast before the evening was over. We agreed to see each early again, but Monica asks that I take it a bit slower. I think I upset her by being too hands-on during our starting time particular date. However, on our tertiary escort, Monica finally allowed me to caress and suck her bare breast. I was not used to moving that slowly, but I felt obliged to honor Monica 's wishing. I knew that in fourth dimension I could eventually entice her into my bed.

Each Saturday dark the retreat hamlet holds a dance for the resident. I invited Monica, but she told me she was spending the weekend with her daughter, Kristin and her three young grandchildren. I decided to go to the dance alone. There were several attractive widow woman at the weekly dance and only a hand full of bingle men. One picky widow caught my attention. I ask her to dance, and she accepted my invitation.

Her name was Clara Blurton, and she is also 59 years old, but looked 15 years younger. She grew up in an upper-middle-class neighborhood. Her dad was a doctor, and her female parent was a high up schooltime biology teacher. She is well educated and energetic. Clara is above average-height with a metier complexion, an ovate face, long blond hair that 's satiny on top with waving that fall below her shoulders and sparkling putting green oculus. She was a marvellous, slender cleaning lady with a well-proportioned body due mainly to aerobics course. I guessed her tiptop to be about 5'7 '' and maybe weighing 115 pounds.

She was a put out shaver psychologist, and she had been married to Thomas Blurton, a successful polite engineer. Saint 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 children of their own, so when Thomas died, she found herself lonely and a little depressed.

We danced together the unit Night. I 'm in pretty respectable cast, but Clara loves aerobics and danced traffic circle 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 naked in her bed around 10 Sunday dayspring. As it turns out, Clara loves practically everything about sex, and she did n't beware admitting it. She let me make love 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 hayfield'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 folk but was glad to get back to her normal routine. She told me that she had thought about me the all weekend and looked forward to spending more time with me. We met the next morning for a jog and then a low-cal breakfast. When I returned to my apartment, I had a substance to call Clara. Since both Clara and Monica live in 'The hayfield', I did n't see any possibility of keeping it a secret that I was seeing them both. I didn't want to stop seeing either one of them. I hoped it would never come to a peak where I would ingest to select between the two of them. It would be a hard decision to make. I called Clara and invited her to dinner. I told her I had soul I wanted her to fulfill. She was puzzled but agreed to come. I immediately called Monica and extended the same invitation. They agreed to receive me at my apartment at six o'clock.

Our get together was very productive. As it turns out, Monica and Clara knew each other by survey, 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 stay to bask each former '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 here and now, but their desire to fight off forlornness won out, and they agreed to let me date them both.

The sex was honest than I ever dreamed. The two cleaning lady sort of got into contention with each other over pleasing me. Monica not only agreed to set off having sex with me, she often became the initiator of our intimate venture. It was missionary style only with no oral sex, but at least she was starting to come around. I began to see the opening of turning this into a contest between the two women. Monica was still a bit inhibited when it came to sex, but again, I considered myself a rosy man.

If I did make to select between the two, it would be challenging because Monica was an excellent Captain Cook, but hesitant when it came to sexual exploration. However, Clara was n't much of a cook but loved cypher better than to get it on my wit out. She was totally uninhibited when it came to trying new things during sex. We fell into a mutually agreeable routine of sharing me. One night I would have a dinner fit for a business leader at Monica 's flat followed by a gyre in the hammock with her. And the succeeding dark at Clara 's I would possess a mediocre dinner followed by uninhabited sex. I was having sex like I was the lord of a whore house. I had the best of both worlds ; good nutrient and beneficial sex.

Every once in a while, I would intentionally expend two Nox in a roll at Clara 's house just to provoke Monica. She soon got the message and decided she should bug out having less hold back sex with me if she expected to hold my attention. I started sharing with Monica some of the matter that Clara did sexually that pleased me and frailty versa with Clara. And as expected they both tried to outdo the early. Monica finally gave me a blowjob and let me finger her pussy and drub her thighs, but when I tried to put my mouth anywhere near her snatch, she pushed me away. She explained that she and her married man never did anything like that and she actually considered it unnatural. I let it go for the sentence being but started contemplating a way to change her thinking.

One-night Clara started to suck my nipples and lightly titillate my orchis at the Lapp time. It brought back memories of my college days. I found the sense experience to be so gratifying, 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 clitoris. The results were incredible. She started shaking and trembling and making speech sound that sounded somewhat like a small dog barking. She started gushing pussy juice all over my font and chest. This was the maiden 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 prison term I was making love with Monica I noticed she was more fidgety and anxious. Her external respiration was shortsighted and raspy. I licked down her forget thigh, and as I was licking my way back up the mighty thigh ; I felt her bridge player on the back of my head guiding me to her pussy. I clamped down on her clit, and she started thrashing about so wildly, I was having hassle maintaining contact. Within in minute of arc, she was Cumming harder than she had in her unharmed life. When she finally came down from her high, she put her hands on each position of my expression and pulled me into the most passionate candy kiss I had ever experienced. I don't know what caused Monica to change, but she was finally letting herself escape her strong traditional time value and was now enjoying wild, uninhibited raw sex.

Since the madam were getting along so well together and not showing any outward-bound foretoken of green-eyed monster, I started inviting them both to come with me to events like the movies, to bowling, to local eating place, and all the Saturday night dances. We were all one big glad kinsperson. After our Nox out, we would all come back to the apartment of the one I did n't plan to slumber with that night. We would enjoy a nightcap or two then I would move on to the residence of my specify sex spouse and indulge in a night of bliss. I had them trained to my gratification and considered myself a fortunate man. I had made a very wise decision when I moved to 'The Meadows'.

Monica and Clara became such estimable protagonist, they began going on shopping spree together at the local anesthetic Mall. In fact, they started spending to a greater extent and more time together. I also noticed their clinch were lasting a bit longer than usual. I remembered Monica admitting when we first met that she was bi-sexual and for a fleeting 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 night, instead of attending the film at 'The meadow', Clara suggested we all go to the local anaesthetic Cinema in town. We all agreed and piled into my car. As I might have expected, Clara had just the moving-picture show she thought we would enjoy. The film turned out to be an adult picture with lots of nudity and some of the most explicated sex scenes I have ever seen on the big screen door. When we left the theatre, I trailed behind the girl trying to shroud my massive erection. As we were settling into my car, Clara announced that the motion picture had her panties soaking wet. And to my surprise, Monica chimed in that her pantie were also soaking wet.

When we arrived at Monica 's flat, the girls were still talking about the assorted sex scenes that had turned them on, and I still had a rally erection. I settled on the sofa next to Clara while Monica fixed us all an additional firm nightcap. I was no longer trying to hide my erection. Monica slid onto the couch on my other side, and we continued chattering about the picture. There was a twosome of lesbian scenes in the film, and both adult female seemed giddy 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 script and led us to her sleeping room. In lupus erythematosus than a minute we were all nude painting and cuddling in Monica 's bed.

I was lying on my back between to the two little girl when I flashed back to an encounter I had while in college. I was at a frat star sign, naked in bed with two new coeds. One of the coeds asked me if I had ever experienced `` nipple XTC ''. I had to let in I had never heard of it. The coeds each took one of my nipples into their backtalk and started sucking and chewing on them while taking bend stroking my turncock. I recalled how pleasant it had been and I suggested to Clara and Monica we give a try. Clara locked onto my right nipple immediately, and Monica followed by sucking my left pap into her tender sass. Monica began stroking my cock as she worked on my tit and Clara started lightly tickling my balls with her fingertips. After about a minute of this, I shot my load all over my chest and belly. Clara went to work right away cleaning my chest with her knife. Monica was watching in astonishment, but not moving. Clara reached over and put her hand on the backrest of Monica 's promontory and guided her mouth to a puddle of my cum. She took a little bit on her tongue then rolled it around in her mouth. In the next moment, both girls were busily licking my thorax and belly clean.

It was Monica 's act to be in the eye next. I sucked her veracious breast into my rima oris while Clara lunched on her left breast. Monica started to moan and rock her pelvic girdle. It was then that I looked down and acknowledge Clara was fucking Monica 's pussy with two finger. I began passionately kissing Monica on the lips while rolling her right mammilla between my thumb and index finger. She let out a low moan, and her torso stiffened. I knew she just experienced an orgasm.

I moved from her lips back down to bear on sucking Monica 's'flop nipple. I closed my eyes and nestled my case close to her breast and gently sucked and rolled her nipple in my mouth. I felt movement from Clara and opened my eyes in time to see her inset two wet fingers into Monica 's mouth ; the Same two wet fingerbreadth she had been fucking Monica'pussy with. Monica licked and sucked Clara 's finger's breadth clean. I got an prompt erection. I had to begin slowly stroking my putz. I watched as Clara slowly kissed her way down Monica 's stomach. Monica opened her legs panoptic enough to give entire approach to her private parts. Clara licked the interior of Monica 's rightfield thigh down to her knee then switched over to her left thigh and worked back up. When she neared Monica 's vagina, I noticed Monica made no cause to labour her away.

Clara took her pollex and spread the lips of Monica 's puss. She ran her glossa up and down the suave pink rampart of her vagina before latching onto her clitoris. Monica jumped at the first tangency but soon relaxed and started raising her pelvic girdle to converge Clara 's knife. Clara began to lap and chew on Monica 's clitoris eagerly. It did n't take long for Monica 's second orgasm to shake her altogether soundbox. As Monica recovers from her climax, Clara starts to work Monica's puss, while rapidly rub Monica 's clit with two finger. 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 midriff finger up Monica 's slopped little brown asshole. The resultant were unbelievable. Monica starts trembling and shaking ; her body is covered with goosebump and a light sheen of sweat. She could n't seem to catch her breath. Monica deadbolt upright in the bed and puts her hands on each English of Clara 's expression and pulls her into a passionate kiss. The osculation seems to finis forever, and I was certain Clara could feel it throughout her all physical structure because intimate fluids gush from her vagina. It had to ingest been one of the most fantastic 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 devour each former 's pussy. I was enjoying the tribade display so a good deal I stroked my peter until I enjoyed two straight orgasms. Neither woman showed any star sign of giving up the intimate brilliance they were both obviously experiencing. I watched for a while longer then slipped off into a peaceable sleep. When I woke up the next morning Clara and Monica were still snuggled in each other 's limb. They were resting so serenely, I slid out of bed and quietly made my way back to my apartment. I could n't help but think my initial intuition about them and a lesbian amour might be right. It really did n't topic to me, I have always liked watching two woman together.

I had n't heard from Monica or Clara by four o'clock. I did n't fuck who I would be having dinner 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 call Monica. She answers on the tertiary ring and offers her apology for not notifying me that she was going to expend the weekend with her daughter and grandchildren. I hung up and called Clara 's number but got no response. At six XXX, I gave up and drove to a local fast food restaurant for a cheeseburger and fries.

Sat, I went for an early good morning jog and showered before walking over to the recreation residence hall to check the bulletin instrument panel for any special result. All I found there were oodles of old madam playing cards, or checkers, or reading books. I could n't find Clara anywhere. I decide to pay a surprise sojourn to my untried girl and grandchildren. I returned to 'The hayfield'around nine 30 Sunday dark completely wore out from the grandchildren. I showered and fell fast asleep.

Mon morning, I went for my usual jog, hoping to see Monica. When she was a no-show, I went dwelling house and showered before going to the recreation Charles Francis Hall to retard the bulletin board. The offset thing on the card to entrance my eye was an apartment vacancy that just came usable. I went to the bureau to see who was leaving 'The Meadows'. I was told no one was leaving. Monica had decided to give up her flat and motion in with Clara. I felt a knot in my stomach. I had a distinct tone that Clara and Monica would no longer be needing me to fill their sexual pauperism. I was sad and heartsick all week. Saturday night I had recovered enough to drag myself down to the weekly dancing. I did n't see Monica or Clara there. The dance just was n't the same well-chosen place it once was. I decided to will. As I made my way to the door, I saw her.

She was a tall strawberry blonde that stood a head taller than the women she was huddled with. She looked to be 5'10 '' 135 pounds with green centre that pierced my soulfulness. This charwoman had to be one of the most beautiful creatures I had ever seen in my life. She saw me about the Sami time I saw her. As I moved across the dance storey toward her, she continued to speak with womanhood around her. She would look up occasional to supervise my location. My sum was doing summerset as I practiced what I was going to say to her. Everything that came to mind fathom clumsy and amateur. I felt like an ill-chosen teen.

I walked up to her and said, `` Hi ! My public figure is henry. Would you like to trip the light fantastic ? '' She smiled, nodded her mind affirmative and told me her public figure was Pricilla, but her ally called her Prissy. I took her hand and led her onto the dance floor. We spent the rest of the even in each other 's arms. When the saltation was over, I walked her back to her flat and thanked her for a wonderful eve