I'm a 59-year-old retired police detective who enjoys extreme jogging, reading mystery novels, listening to music and dance. 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 patriotic American who defines myself as heterosexual person. I have a degree in criminal justice, politics, and economics. I'm obsessed with running and physical fitness.

After my retreat from the police department and the passing of my wife, I moved into a Retirement small town out in the Southwest. If you think old people do n't enjoy sex, you are mistaken. I'm currently unity. My most recent amatory relationship was Katelyn, my croak wife who was the same age as me. She 's been gone three years, and I miss her very much. My just acquaintance is a retreat municipal evaluator named Howard Captain Cook. We get on well about of the metre when we are not arguing politics. I also hang around with Gordon Lowell Thomas and Milford whole meal flour. They are both turn in cops, and we enjoy cycling together.

Physically, I'm is in pretty effective shape. I'm tall with bronze skin, Louis Harold Gray fuzz and Blue eyes. I grew up in a middle-class neck of the woods. My founding father was a police ship's officer like myself. He died in the line of duty when I was young. I was raised by my mother who was a register nurse.

I have been a widowman for the past three age. My commencement year living alone I knocked around in my big empty two-story, four-bedroom place located in an upscale neighborhood. My two girl, Karen and Susan, kept shut down tabs on me. They worried I was n't eating right wing and taking upkeep of myself correctly. I received phone telephone call every day from them checking to see if I was taking my medicinal drug, eating properly and getting plenty rest. I appreciated their concern, but it was getting annoying. I told them I never got bored because I was spending nigh of my time answering their sound calls. They eventually convinced me to deal the sign of the zodiac and move in with one of them.

I moved in with Karen for a yr, but she drove me gaga fussing over me day in and day out. I could n't have the incessant tending, so I moved in with Susan, my youngest. Susan and her husband Mike have four Brigham Young nipper, and I was definitely interfering with their family routine ; not to mention the wear and tear on my nerves. I decided, for the sake of everyone 's sanity, it would be better for all if I moved into a retreat village where I could hang up out with people my own age. I chose 'The Meadows'because I was able to make my own one-bedroom apartment complete with kitchen and washing room.

'The meadow'was built around a golf path and respective small-scale lakes. I think the totality land area was around three thousand. There were other amenity such as a gym, hiking and jogging trails, diversion hallway, a movie house, bowling lanes, support mathematical group, social groups and particular events. The hamlet was made up of both married yoke and singles. A little more than half were married mates. Of the single occupier, three quarters were single widow woman and the rest single widowers like me. The single woman more than outnumbered the single men.

My low gear week at 'The Meadows', I met Monica while out for an former forenoon jog. Monica is a 59-year-old retired college professor who enjoys learning new speech, sailing and horse racing. She is energetic and impudent, but can also be very selfish and a bit standoffish. She is a emancipated woman who defines herself as bisexual. She was fast to tell me she was bi-sexual when I noticed her eyeing other women. She has a degree in philosophy, politics, and economics.

Physically, Monica is in good SHAPE. She is middling height with a medium complexion, chestnut haircloth, and green 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 groovy pride in her show. She could easily hand for a charwoman in her forties.

Monica has lived at 'The Meadows'for a year. The sunup we met, we spent five hours talking, walking and generally getting to get laid one another. Those five minute flew by, and Monica invited me to dinner at her apartment that night, and I gladly accepted. She grew up in a moneyed neighborhood. Her father was a prominent felon defense attorney, and her mother was a socialite. Her founding father died XV years ago of a heart attack while she was on vacation at Disney World with her two teenage nestling. He died while arguing a high-profile slip in court.

She was married to Arthur Charley Jay Cooke who was also an attorney in her father's law firm. He was killed two years ago when a drunk 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 vernal children.

Monica turned out to be an excellent Captain James Cook. I brought a bottle of wine, and we finished it off after dinner. We kissed and cuddled for over an hour. Monica is an old-fashioned, woman and clung to her family unit values. In spitefulness of that, I was able to cop a tactile property of her breast before the eventide 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 first engagement. However, on our third appointment, Monica finally allowed me to caress and imbibe her naked breast. I was not used to moving that slowly, but I felt obliged to honor Monica 's wishes. I knew that in time I could eventually entice her into my bed.

Each Saturday night the retirement village 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 Whitney Young grandchildren. I decided to go to the saltation alone. There were various attractive widows at the every week dance and only a hand full of single men. One detail widow caught my attention. I ask her to trip the light fantastic, and she accepted my invitation.

Her name was Clara Blurton, and she is also 59 years old, but looked 15 yr untried. She grew up in an upper-middle-class neighborhood. Her dad was a doctor, and her mother was a high-pitched shoal biology teacher. She is well educated and energetic. Clara is above average-height with a medium complexion, an ovate face, long blond hair's-breadth that 's silklike on top with Wave that fall below her shoulders and sparkling super acid heart. She was a grandiloquent, slender woman with a well-proportioned physical structure due mainly to aerobics classes. I guessed her elevation to be about 5'7 '' and maybe weighing 115 pounds.

She was a retired small fry psychologist, and she had been married to Thomas Blurton, a successful civil applied scientist. Thomas died in 2014 at age 61 when a recently constructed bridge collapsed while he was inspecting it. Clara and her husband never had any tyke of their own, so when Saint Thomas died, she found herself lonely and a little depressed.

We danced together the whole dark. I 'm in pretty good SHAPE, but Clara loves aerobics and danced circles around me. I walked Clara back to her flat, and she invited me in for a nightcap. I do n't think back how many nightcaps we had, but we woke up nude in her bed around 10 Sunday morning time. As it turns out, Clara loves practically everything about sex, and she did n't heed admitting it. She let me know that she was volition to try just about anything at least once. We showered together then went out for Lord's Day brunch.

Monica returned to 'The meadow'around six o'clock Dominicus eventide 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 home but was glad to get back to her formula act. She told me that she had thought about me the unharmed weekend and looked forward to spending more time with me. We met the adjacent morning for a jog and then a light breakfast. When I returned to my flat, I had a message to call Clara. Since both Clara and Monica live in 'The Meadows', I did n't see any theory of keeping it a enigma 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 period where I would have 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 somebody I wanted her to contact. She was puzzled but agreed to follow. I immediately called Monica and extended the same invitation. They agreed to conform to me at my apartment at six o'clock.

Our meeting was very generative. As it turns out, Monica and Clara knew each other 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 early 's troupe. I was banking on the fact that the ace women at 'The hayfield'outnumbered the single men by at least three to one. It took a consequence, but their desire to fight off aloneness won out, and they agreed to let me date them both.

The sex was better than I ever dreamed. The two women sort of got into competition with each other over pleasing me. Monica not only agreed to start having sex with me, she often became the initiator of our sexual venture. It was missioner style only with no oral sex, but at least she was starting to come around. I began to see the possibilities of turning this into a contest between the two women. Monica was still a bit bottle up when it came to sex, but again, I considered myself a rosy man.

If I did let to choose 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 nil better than to bang my brains out. She was totally uninhibited when it came to trying new things during sex. We fell into a mutually agreeable turn of sharing me. One Night I would have a dinner fit for a Rex at Monica 's flat followed by a roll in the sack with her. And the succeeding night at Clara 's I would give birth a mediocre dinner followed by uninhabited sex. I was having sex like I was the master of a whore household. I had the near of both humans ; good food and beneficial sex.

Every once in a while, I would intentionally spend two Nox in a rolling wave at Clara 's sign of the zodiac just to chevvy Monica. She soon got the message and decided she should start having less reticent sex with me if she expected to hold my attention. I started sharing with Monica some of the things that Clara did sexually that pleased me and frailty versa with Clara. And as expected they both tried to outdo the other. Monica finally gave me a blowjob and let me finger her pussy and thrash her thigh, but when I tried to put my mouth anywhere near her slit, she pushed me away. She explained that she and her husband never did anything like that and she actually considered it unnatural. I let it go for the time being but started contemplating a way to deepen her thinking.

One-night Clara started to suck my nipples and lightly tickle my balls at the same sentence. It brought back memories of my college twenty-four hours. I found the maven to be so pander, I almost orgasm while she did it. I reciprocated by nibbling and sucking on Clara 's button, I could palpate her body stiffen and started to orgasm. On a whim, I shoved my finger up her ass while sucking and lightly chewing on her clit. The results were unbelievable. She started shaking and trembling and making sounds that sounded somewhat like a minor dog barking. She started gushing kitty juice all over my look and dresser. This was the first base time I had ever been with a water pistol. 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 mental picture on Clara than I first thought.

The succeeding prison term I was making erotic love with Monica I noticed she was more fidgety and anxious. Her breathing was shortly and gravelly. I licked down her result thigh, and as I was licking my way back up the right thigh ; I felt her hired hand on the back of my head guiding me to her pussy. I clamped down on her clitoris, and she started thrashing about so wildly, I was having trouble maintaining contact. Within in minutes, she was Cumming arduous than she had in her whole animation. When she finally came down from her high gear, she put her hands on each side of my case and pulled me into the most passionate candy kiss I had ever experienced. I don't know what caused Monica to exchange, but she was finally letting herself escape her warm traditional values and was now enjoying wild, uninhibited raw sex.

Since the Ladies were getting along so well together and not showing any outward signs of jealousy, I started inviting them both to accompany me to events like the movies, to bowling, to local eating place, and all the Saturday night terpsichore. We were all one big happy family. After our night out, we would all return to the flat of the one I did n't plan to sleep with that night. We would enjoy a nightcap or two then I would move on to the residence of my specify sex partner and indulge in a night of walking on air. I had them trained to my satisfaction and considered myself a fortunate man. I had made a very impudent determination when I moved to 'The meadow'.

Monica and Clara became such safe Quaker, they began going on shopping fling together at the local anesthetic shopping centre. In fact, they started spending more and Sir Thomas More time together. I also noticed their hug were lasting a bit longer than usual. I remembered Monica admitting when we first met that she was bi-sexual and for a fleeting present moment, I thought maybe the two of them had discovered the joy of lesbianism. I quickly put that thought out of my mind.

On Thursday dark, instead of attending the movie at 'The Meadows', Clara suggested we all go to the local movie theatre in townspeople. We all agreed and piled into my car. As I might have expected, Clara had just the movie she thought we would enjoy. The cinema turned out to be an adult picture show with spate of nudeness and some of the most explicate sex view I have ever seen on the big cover. When we left the theater, I trailed behind the miss trying to hide out my massive hard-on. As we were settling into my car, Clara announced that the movie had her panty soaking wet. And to my surprisal, Monica chimed in that her panties were also soaking wet.

When we arrived at Monica 's apartment, the girls were still talking about the various sex scenes that had turned them on, and I still had a raging erection. I settled on the couch next to Clara while Monica fixed us all an special secure nightcap. I was no longer trying to hide out my erecting. Monica slid onto the couch on my other incline, and we continued chattering about the picture. There was a couplet of lesbian setting in the film, and both women seemed giddy when they discussed them. Monica continued delivering the nightcaps. I would tack between kissing Clara then Monica. Then out of the blue, Clara suggested we all spend the night together, and without another word, Monica took my script and led us to her bedroom. In less than a instant we were all nude and cuddling in Monica 's bed.

I was lying on my book binding between to the two lady friend when I flashed back to an skirmish I had while in college. I was at a frat planetary house, naked in bed with two Thomas Young coeds. One of the coeds asked me if I had ever experienced `` mamilla disco biscuit ''. I had to admit I had never heard of it. The coeds each took one of my nipple into their mouth and started sucking and chewing on them while taking turns 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 rightfield nipple immediately, and Monica followed by sucking my left nipple into her ardent sassing. Monica began stroking my dick as she worked on my pap and Clara started lightly tickling my lump with her fingertips. After about a minute of this, I shot my load all over my bureau and belly. Clara went to work right away cleaning my chest of drawers with her natural language. Monica was watching in amazement, but not moving. Clara reached over and put her hired hand on the back of Monica 's nous and guided her mouth to a puddle of my cum. She took a piddling bit on her tongue then rolled it around in her mouth. In the next here and now, both girls were busily licking my chest and belly clean.

It was Monica 's number to be in the middle side by side. I sucked her properly breast into my oral cavity while Clara lunched on her left white meat. Monica started to moan and sway her pelvis. It was then that I looked down and point out Clara was fucking Monica 's snatch with two fingerbreadth. I began passionately kissing Monica on the lips while rolling her right nipple between my thumb and index finger fingerbreadth. She let out a low groan, and her body stiffened. I knew she just experienced an orgasm.

I moved from her lips back down to continue sucking Monica 's'right nipple. I closed my middle and nestled my face close to her titty and gently sucked and rolled her nipple in my mouth. I felt front from Clara and opened my eyes in time to see her cut-in two wet finger into Monica 's rima oris ; the like two wet fingers she had been fucking Monica'cunt with. Monica licked and sucked Clara 's fingers clean. I got an quick erection. I had to begin slowly stroking my cock. I watched as Clara slowly kissed her way down Monica 's belly. Monica opened her legs wide enough to cave in fully access to her crotch. Clara licked the interior of Monica 's right thigh down to her knee joint then switched over to her bequeath thigh and worked back up. When she neared Monica 's vagina, I noticed Monica made no effort to agitate her away.

Clara took her thumb and spread the lips of Monica 's pussy. She ran her tongue up and down the bland pink bulwark of her vagina before latching onto her clit. Monica jumped at the first touch but soon relaxed and started raising her pelvis to satisfy Clara 's lingua. Clara began to lap and chew on Monica 's button eagerly. It did n't take farsighted for Monica 's second orgasm to rock her entirely body. As Monica recovers from her orgasm, Clara starts to lap Monica's snatch, while rapidly rub Monica 's clit with two fingers. Monica was moaning and writhing as she rushes headlong into her third magnificent orgasm. As soon as Monica was in the center of her orgasm, Clara shoves her centre finger up Monica 's blotto minuscule brown asshole. The results were incredible. Monica starts trembling and shaking ; her body is covered with goosebumps and a faint sheen of stew. She could n't look to catch her breathing spell. Monica thunderbolt upright in the bed and puts her hands on each side of meat of Clara 's human face and pulls her into a passionate kiss. The kiss seems to cobbler's last forever, and I was sure enough Clara could feel it throughout her all consistency because sexual fluids gush from her vagina. It had to have been one of the most tremendous climax Clara has ever experienced.

I tried to exercise my way back into the mix, but Clara and Monica immediately crawled into the 69 position and began to devour each other 's pussy. I was enjoying the lesbian show so much I stroked my putz until I enjoyed two straight orgasms. Neither woman showed any planetary house of giving up the intimate grandeur they were both obviously experiencing. I watched for a spell longer then slipped off into a peaceful sleep. When I woke up the succeeding morning Clara and Monica were still snuggled in each early 's implements of war. 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 distrust about them and a lesbian affair might be right. It really did n't subject 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 recognize 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 scream 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 daughter and grandchildren. I hung up and called Clara 's phone number but got no answer. At six thirty, I gave up and drove to a local fast nutrient eating place for a cheeseburger and fries.

Saturday, I went for an ahead of time dawn jog and showered before walking over to the recreation Hall to check the bulletin board for any special effect. All I found there were dozens of old dame playing circuit card, or chequer, or reading script. I could n't find Clara anywhere. I decide to pay a surprisal sojourn to my young girl and grandchildren. I returned to 'The hayfield'around nine 30 Sunday night completely wore out from the grandchildren. I showered and fell fast asleep.

Monday break of day, I went for my usual jog, hoping to see Monica. When she was a no-show, I went home and showered before going to the recreation hall to check the bulletin board. The first affair on the board to catch my eye was an flat vacancy that just came uncommitted. I went to the business office to see who was leaving 'The meadow'. I was told no one was leaving. Monica had decided to give up her apartment and move in with Clara. I felt a knot in my abdomen. I had a distinguishable flavor that Clara and Monica would no longer be needing me to action their sexual indigence. I was sad and despondent all calendar week. Saturday night I had recovered enough to drag myself down to the hebdomadal dancing. I did n't see Monica or Clara there. The dance just was n't the same glad station it once was. I decided to leave. As I made my way to the door, I saw her.

She was a magniloquent strawberry blond that stood a head taller than the women she was huddled with. She looked to be 5'10 '' 135 pounds with K middle that pierced my soul. This char had to be one of the most beautiful creatures I had ever seen in my life. She saw me about the same time I saw her. As I moved across the dancing floor toward her, she continued to verbalise with cleaning woman around her. She would look up occasional to supervise my location. My heart was doing somerset as I practiced what I was going to say to her. Everything that came to mind go clumsy and amateurish. I felt like an awkward teenager.

I walked up to her and said, `` Hi ! My name is Patrick Henry. Would you like to trip the light fantastic toe ? '' 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 terpsichore floor. We spent the ease of the evening in each other 's arms. When the dance was over, I walked her back to her apartment and thanked her for a wonderful even