I'm a 59-year-old pull back police force detective who enjoys extreme jogging, reading mystery novels, listening to medicine and dancing. 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 straight. I have a stage in criminal justice, politics, and economics. I'm obsessed with running and physical fitness.

After my retirement from the police section and the departure of my wife, I moved into a Retirement Village out in the sou'-west. If you think old multitude do n't bask sex, you are mistaken. I'm currently ace. My most recent romantic relationship was Katelyn, my kick the bucket wife who was the same age as me. She 's been gone three age, and I miss her very much. My best friend is a retreat municipal justice named Howard Cook. We get on well most of the time when we are not arguing politics. I also hang around with Gordon Norman Mattoon Thomas and Milford Graham. They are both retired bull, and we enjoy cycling together.

Physically, I'm is in pretty good condition. I'm tall with tan skin, Gray hair's-breadth and amobarbital sodium eyes. I grew up in a middle-class neighbourhood. My Padre was a law officer like myself. He died in the line of products of responsibility when I was Thomas Young. I was raised by my female parent who was a register nurse.

I have been a widower for the past three years. My first-class honours degree twelvemonth living alone I knocked around in my big empty two-story, four-bedroom household located in an upscale neighborhood. My two daughter, Karen and Susan, kept closely lozenge on me. They worried I was n't eating right and taking care of myself correctly. I received earpiece shout every day from them checking to see if I was taking my medication, eating properly and getting enough rest. I appreciated their business organization, but it was getting annoying. I told them I never got bored because I was spending nigh of my clock time answering their earphone calls. They eventually convinced me to deal the sign and move 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 take the unvarying attention, so I moved in with Susan, my youngest. Susan and her husband mike have four young nestling, and I was definitely interfering with their family bit ; not to mention the wear and rip on my mettle. I decided, for the saki of everyone 's sanity, it would be estimable for all if I moved into a retreat village where I could give ear out with people my own age. I chose 'The meadow'because I was able-bodied to make my own one-bedroom apartment nail with kitchen and laundry room.

'The meadow'was built around a golf course and several small lakes. I think the summate acreage was around three grand. There were former conveniences such as a gym, hiking and jogging track, diversion mansion house, a moving-picture show dramatic art, bowling lanes, support groups, social groups and special events. The village was made up of both get married span and singles. A little more than half were married couples. Of the single occupier, three one-fourth were single widow and the rest single widowers like me. The single charwoman more than outnumbered the 1 men.

My first week at 'The Meadows', I met Monica while out for an ahead of time morning time jog. Monica is a 59-year-old retired college professor who enjoys learning new terminology, sailing and horse racing. She is energetic and smart, but can also be very selfish and a bit standoffish. She is a set free woman who defines herself as bisexual person. She was promptly to severalize me she was bi-sexual when I noticed her eyeing early women. She has a degree in ism, government, and economics.

Physically, Monica is in serious shape. She is average height with a medium skin colour, chestnut hair, and green eyes. She is a young-looking cleaning woman with an acrobatic body. I would say she was 5'4 '', 110 lb. It is obvious she takes dandy pride in her coming into court. She could easily travel by for a woman in her forties.

Monica has lived at 'The hayfield'for a year. The aurora we met, we spent five minute talking, walking and generally getting to bonk one another. Those five hour flew by, and Monica invited me to dinner at her apartment that night, and I gladly accepted. She grew up in a wealthy vicinity. Her father was a prominent criminal defence reaction attorney, and her mother was a socialite. Her beginner died fifteen years ago of a kernel blast while she was on holiday at Disney humankind with her two teenage tike. He died while arguing a high-profile display case in court.

She was married to Arthur Charley Cooke who was also an lawyer in her Padre's law house. He was killed two long time ago when a inebriate driver slammed into his car on a rain-slick road. Monica had two children with hubby Chester Alan Arthur : Alannah now aged 28 and Kristin aged 32. They are both happily married with Lester Willis Young children.

Monica turned out to be an excellent cook. I brought a bottleful 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 family values. In bitchiness of that, I was able to cop a feel of her bosom before the evening was over. We agreed to see each other 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 tertiary date, Monica finally allowed me to fondle and suck her defenseless titty. I was not used to moving that slowly, but I felt obliged to respect Monica 's wish. I knew that in time I could eventually tempt her into my bed.

Each Saturday nighttime the retirement village holds a saltation for the residents. 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 respective attractive widows at the weekly dancing and only a handwriting full of bingle men. One particular widow caught my attention. I ask her to dance, and she accepted my invitation.

Her figure was Clara Blurton, and she is also 59 yr old, but looked 15 days immature. She grew up in an upper-middle-class neighborhood. Her dad was a doctor, and her mother was a high school biology teacher. She is well educated and energetic. Clara is above average-height with a medium complexion, an ellipse boldness, yearn blond fuzz that 's flowing on top with moving ridge that fall below her berm and sparkling green eyes. She was a marvellous, slender woman with a well-proportioned torso due mainly to aerobics family. I guessed her height to be about 5'7 '' and maybe weighing 115 pounds.

She was a retired tike psychologist, and she had been married to Thomas Blurton, a successful civic engineer. Norman Mattoon 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 children of their own, so when Norman Thomas died, she found herself lonely and a picayune depressed.

We danced together the altogether Night. I 'm in pretty good 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 call back how many nightcaps we had, but we woke up naked in her bed around 10 Sunday morning. 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 willing to try just about anything at least once. We showered together then went out for Lord's Day 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 crime syndicate but was glad to get back to her normal routine. She told me that she had thought about me the whole weekend and looked forward to spending more clip with me. We met the next morning for a jog and then a sluttish breakfast. When I returned to my apartment, I had a substance to anticipate 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 compass point where I would have to choose between the two of them. It would be a surd decision to make. I called Clara and invited her to dinner. I told her I had person I wanted her to suffer. She was puzzled but agreed to add up. I immediately called Monica and extended the Saame invitation. They agreed to meet me at my flat at six o'clock.

Our meeting was very fat. 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 extend to love each former 's fellowship. I was banking on the fact that the single women at 'The Meadows'outnumbered the undivided men by at least three to one. It took a present moment, but their desire to press off loneliness won out, and they agreed to let me date them both.

The sex was better than I ever dreamed. The two women form of got into competition with each other over pleasing me. Monica not only agreed to start having sex with me, she often became the instigator of our intimate venture. It was missionary style only with no oral sex, but at to the lowest degree she was starting to descend around. I began to see the opening of turning this into a competition between the two woman. Monica was still a bit inhibited when it came to sex, but again, I considered myself a fortunate man.

If I did have got to choose between the two, it would be challenging because Monica was an splendid Captain Cook, but hesitant when it came to intimate exploration. However, Clara was n't much of a James Cook but loved nothing better than to fuck my brains out. She was totally uninhibited when it came to trying new affair during sex. We fell into a mutually agreeable subroutine of sharing me. One night I would have a dinner fit for a tycoon at Monica 's flat followed by a roll in the sack with her. And the following Night at Clara 's I would have a mediocre dinner followed by uninhabited sex. I was having sex like I was the captain of a bawd house. I had the best of both earthly concern ; upright food and safe sex.

Every once in a spell, I would intentionally spend two nighttime in a axial rotation at Clara 's theatre just to provoke Monica. She soon got the substance and decided she should start having less restrained 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 surmount the other. Monica finally gave me a blowjob and let me finger her pussy and work out her thighs, but when I tried to put my oral fissure anywhere near her snatch, 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 prison term being but started contemplating a way to modify her thinking.

One-night Clara started to lactate my nipples and lightly thrill my egg at the same time. It brought back memories of my college Day. I found the virtuoso 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 physical structure stiffen and started to orgasm. On a whimsey, I shoved my fingerbreadth up her ass while sucking and lightly chewing on her clit. The result were incredible. She started shaking and trembling and making sounds that sounded somewhat like a small dog barking. She started gushing pussycat juice all over my font and pectus. This was the for the first time time I had ever been with a water pistol. I liked It ! I could n't wait to secernate Monica about it, but to my astonishment, Clara told her about it before I had the opportunity. I guess it had made a more important printing on Clara than I first thought.

The next time I was making passion with Monica I noticed she was more antsy and anxious. Her ventilation was shortly and rasping. I licked down her impart second joint, and as I was licking my way back up the redress second joint ; I felt her hand on the spine of my mind guiding me to her twat. I clamped down on her clit, and she started thrashing about so wildly, I was having hassle maintaining contact. Within in minutes, she was Cumming gruelling than she had in her entirely life. When she finally came down from her high, she put her helping hand on each English of my face and pulled me into the most passionate kiss I had ever experienced. I don't know what caused Monica to change, but she was finally letting herself escape her impregnable traditional economic value and was now enjoying natural state, uninhibited raw sex.

Since the ma'am were getting along so well together and not showing any outward signs of jealousy, I started inviting them both to accompany me to event like the pic, to bowling, to local anesthetic restaurants, and all the Sabbatum dark dances. We were all one big happy family. After our night out, we would all bring back to the apartment of the one I did n't project to log Z's with that Nox. We would enjoy a nightcap or two then I would displace on to the manse of my intended sex partner and indulge in a night of bliss. I had them trained to my expiation and considered myself a golden man. I had made a very impudent decision when I moved to 'The meadow'.

Monica and Clara became such good admirer, they began going on shopping fling together at the local Mall. In fact, they started spending More and more clock time together. I also noticed their hugs were lasting a bit yearner 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 flick at 'The hayfield', Clara suggested we all go to the topical anaesthetic Cinema in town. We all agreed and piled into my car. As I might have expected, Clara had just the movie she thought we would bask. The film turned out to be an adult movie with lots of nudity and some of the most explicate sex scenes I have ever seen on the big screen. When we left the theatre, I trailed behind the girls trying to enshroud my massive erection. As we were settling into my car, Clara announced that the moving picture had her panties soaking wet. And to my surprise, Monica chimed in that her panties were also soaking wet.

When we arrived at Monica 's apartment, the female child were still talking about the versatile sex panorama that had turned them on, and I still had a bother erecting. I settled on the couch next to Clara while Monica fixed us all an spare strong nightcap. I was no longer trying to hide my erecting. Monica slid onto the couch on my former side, and we continued chattering about the movie. There was a couple of lesbian conniption in the film, and both char seemed lightheaded when they discussed them. Monica continued delivering the nightcaps. I would flip between kissing Clara then Monica. Then out of the blue, Clara suggested we all spend the Nox together, and without another Word of God, Monica took my mitt and led us to her bedchamber. In less than a minute we were all bare and cuddling in Monica 's bed.

I was lying on my back between to the two girlfriend when I flashed back to an encounter I had while in college. I was at a frat firm, naked in bed with two young coeds. One of the coeds asked me if I had ever experienced `` mamilla go ''. 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 cock. I recalled how pleasant it had been and I suggested to Clara and Monica we give a try. Clara locked onto my right mamilla immediately, and Monica followed by sucking my left nipple into her warmly mouth. Monica began stroking my cock as she worked on my teat 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 pectus with her tongue. Monica was watching in amazement, but not moving. Clara reached over and put her hired hand on the back of Monica 's head and guided her sass to a pool of my cum. She took a little bit on her tongue then rolled it around in her oral cavity. In the next instant, both girls were busily licking my breast and belly clean.

It was Monica 's turn to be in the middle future. I sucked her right tit into my mouth while Clara lunched on her left white meat. Monica started to moan and rock her rose hip. It was then that I looked down and noticed Clara was fucking Monica 's twat with two fingers. I began passionately kissing Monica on the lips while rolling her right pap between my thumb and index digit. She let out a low groan, and her trunk stiffened. I knew she just experienced an orgasm.

I moved from her lips back down to keep sucking Monica 's'right tit. I closed my eyes and nestled my face close to her breast and gently sucked and rolled her tit in my lip. I felt movement from Clara and opened my heart in time to see her slip in two wet fingers into Monica 's sassing ; the same two wet fingers she had been fucking Monica'cunt with. Monica licked and sucked Clara 's finger clean. I got an immediate hard-on. I had to begin slowly stroking my cock. I watched as Clara slowly kissed her way down Monica 's venter. Monica opened her legs spacious enough to give fully admission to her crotch. Clara licked the inside 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 attempt to push her away.

Clara took her thumb and spread the lips of Monica 's pussy. She ran her tongue up and down the tranquil pink bulwark of her vagina before latching onto her clit. Monica jumped at the first contact but soon relaxed and started raising her hips to meet Clara 's lingua. Clara began to lap and jaw on Monica 's clit eagerly. It did n't assume long for Monica 's second sexual climax to shake her totally physical structure. As Monica recovers from her orgasm, Clara starts to work Monica's slit, while rapidly rub Monica 's button with two fingerbreadth. Monica was moaning and writhing as she rushes headlong into her 3rd magnificent orgasm. As soon as Monica was in the middle of her sexual climax, Clara shoves her midsection finger up Monica 's tight lilliputian brown shit. The results were unbelievable. Monica starts trembling and shaking ; her body is covered with goosebump and a loose lustre of sweat. She could n't appear to catch her breath. Monica bolt of lightning upright in the bed and puts her hands on each face of Clara 's face and pulls her into a passionate kiss. The kiss seems to death forever, and I was sure Clara could feel it throughout her whole consistence because sexual fluids gush from her vagina. It had to have been one of the most fantastic orgasm Clara has ever experienced.

I tried to work my way back into the mix, but Clara and Monica immediately crawled into the 69 positioning and began to devour each other 's pussy. I was enjoying the sapphic display so much I stroked my tool until I enjoyed two consecutive orgasms. Neither woman showed any sign of giving up the sexual splendor they were both obviously experiencing. I watched for a spell longer then slipped off into a peaceable eternal sleep. When I woke up the adjacent morning Clara and Monica were still snuggled in each other 's sleeve. They were resting so serenely, I slid out of bed and quietly made my way back to my flat. I could n't help but consider my initial suspicions about them and a gay woman liaison might be right. It really did n't affair 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 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 up Monica. She answers on the third ringing 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 routine but got no response. At six XXX, I gave up and drove to a topical anaesthetic fast intellectual nourishment restaurant for a cheeseburger and fries.

Sat, I went for an early forenoon jog and showered before walking over to the recreation hall to go over the bulletin circuit card for any special outcome. All I found there were dozens of old ma'am playing bill, or checkers, or reading Bible. I could n't find Clara anywhere. I decide to pay a surprisal visit to my youngest daughter and grandchildren. I returned to 'The Meadows'around nine thirty 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 no-show, I went home and showered before going to the diversion hall to check the bulletin board. The for the first time thing on the control board to catch my eye was an flat vacuum that just came useable. I went to the office to see who was leaving 'The Meadows'. I was told no one was leaving. Monica had decided to render up her apartment and move in with Clara. I felt a knot in my stomach. I had a discrete feeling that Clara and Monica would no longer be needing me to fulfill their sexual needs. I was sad and despondent all week. Saturday night I had recovered enough to drag myself down to the hebdomadally dance. I did n't see Monica or Clara there. The terpsichore just was n't the Sami felicitous place it once was. I decided to pass on. As I made my way to the door, I saw her.

She was a tall strawberry blonde that stood a caput taller than the women she was huddled with. She looked to be 5'10 '' 135 pounds with unripe eyes that pierced my mortal. This charwoman 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 saltation floor toward her, she continued to speak with woman around her. She would front up episodic to monitor my location. My kernel was doing somersaulting as I practiced what I was going to say to her. Everything that came to mind sound clumsy and unskilled. I felt like an cumbersome teenager.

I walked up to her and said, `` Hi ! My name is H. Would you like to trip the light fantastic ? '' She smiled, nodded her read/write head affirmative and told me her name was Pricilla, but her ally called her Prissy. I took her script and led her onto the dance floor. We spent the rest of the even in each other 's arms. When the dancing was over, I walked her back to her flat and thanked her for a wonderful evening