I'm a 59-year-old retired police detective who enjoys extreme jogging, reading mystery story novels, listening to medicine and terpsichore. I have been described as lovable and generous, but I can also be described as very suspicious minded and a bit buns. I'm a Patriotic American who defines myself as straightaway. I have a degree in felonious justice, politics, and economics. I'm obsessed with running and forcible fitness.

After my retirement from the police department and the passing of my married woman, I moved into a retreat Village out in the southwestern United States. If you think old people do n't love sex, you are mistaken. I'm currently exclusive. My most recent romantic relationship was Katelyn, my pass married woman who was the same age as me. She 's been gone three twelvemonth, and I miss her very much. My best friend is a go to bed municipal judge named Howard Cook. We get on well almost of the time when we are not arguing political relation. I also hang around with Gordon Saint Thomas and Milford Graham. They are both retired cops, and we enjoy cycling together.

Physically, I'm is in pretty well shape. I'm tall with bronze skin, Gray hair and blue devil eyes. I grew up in a middle-class neighborhood. My father was a police ship's officer like myself. He died in the strain of duty when I was Lester Willis Young. I was raised by my female parent who was a registered nurse.

I have been a widower for the yesteryear three days. My first year living alone I knocked around in my big empty two-story, four-bedroom place located in an upscale neighborhood. My two daughters, Karen and Susan, kept close tabs on me. They worried I was n't eating mighty and taking concern of myself correctly. I received headphone calls every day from them checking to see if I was taking my medicine, eating properly and getting enough rest. I appreciated their concern, but it was getting annoying. I told them I never got bored because I was spending most of my time answering their phone outcry. They eventually convinced me to sell the house 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 take the constant attention, so I moved in with Susan, my youngest. Susan and her married man microphone have four young baby, and I was definitely interfering with their family routine ; not to refer the wearable and teardrop on my nerve. I decided, for the sake of everyone 's saneness, it would be best for all if I moved into a retirement village where I could hang out with citizenry my own age. I chose 'The Meadows'because I was able to make my own one-bedroom apartment complete with kitchen and laundry room.

'The Meadows'was built around a golf course and several pocket-size lakes. I think the total acreage was around three thousand. There were other amenities such as a gym, hiking and jogging lead, recreation hall, a flick field of operations, bowling lanes, support groups, mixer groups and exceptional events. The village was made up of both married duo and singles. A little to a greater extent than half were conjoin couplet. Of the single occupier, three quarters were unity widows and the rest single widowers like me. The exclusive women more than outnumbered the unmarried men.

My first off week at 'The Meadows', I met Monica while out for an early morning jog. Monica is a 59-year-old retired college prof who enjoys learning new nomenclature, sailing and horse racing. She is energetic and bright, but can also be very selfish and a bit standoffish. She is a free woman who defines herself as bisexual. She was quickly to tell me she was bi-sexual when I noticed her eyeing other womanhood. She has a degree in philosophical system, political relation, and economics.

Physically, Monica is in good shape. She is intermediate meridian with a metier complexion, chestnut tree pilus, and park eyes. She is a young-looking woman with an athletic trunk. I would say she was 5'4 '', 110 pounding. It is obvious she takes great pride in her appearance. She could easily fleet for a fair sex in her forties.

Monica has lived at 'The Meadows'for a year. The morning we met, we spent five hours 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 affluent neighborhood. Her father was a prominent felon defense reaction attorney, and her female parent was a socialite. Her father died xv year ago of a heart onrush while she was on vacation at Disney World with her two teenage nipper. 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's law firm. He was killed two years ago when a drunk device driver slammed into his car on a rain-slick road. Monica had two minor with husband Arthur : Alannah now aged 28 and Kristin aged 32. They are both happily married with young children.

Monica turned out to be an fantabulous cook. I brought a bottle of vino, 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 kinfolk economic value. In spite of that, I was able to cop a feel of her boob before the evening was over. We agreed to see each other again, but Monica asks that I take it a bit dense. I think I upset her by being too hands-on during our first date. However, on our tertiary day of the month, Monica finally allowed me to caress and suck her naked titty. I was not used to moving that slowly, but I felt obliged to honor Monica 's compliments. I knew that in time I could eventually lure her into my bed.

Each Saturday night the retreat Greenwich Village holds a dance 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 several attractive widow woman at the each week dance and only a bridge player wax of single men. One particular widow woman caught my aid. I ask her to trip the light fantastic toe, 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 of the Church, 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 oval face, long blond whisker that 's sleek on top with wafture that fall below her shoulder and sparkling green eyes. She was a grandiloquent, lithesome womanhood with a well-proportioned physical structure due mainly to aerobics classes. I guessed her tallness to be about 5'7 '' and maybe weighing 115 pounds.

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

We danced together the whole nighttime. I 'm in pretty honest 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 raw in her bed around 10 Dominicus morning. As it turns out, Clara loves practically everything about sex, and she did n't mind admitting it. She let me know that she was uncoerced 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 Lord's Day even 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 family but was glad to get back to her convention number. She told me that she had thought about me the unit weekend and looked forward to spending more time with me. We met the succeeding dayspring for a jog and then a illuminate breakfast. When I returned to my apartment, I had a message to call Clara. Since both Clara and Monica live in 'The meadow', I did n't see any possibility of keeping it a cloak-and-dagger that I was seeing them both. I didn't want to break seeing either one of them. I hoped it would never come to a point where I would suffer to choose between the two of them. It would be a arduous determination to make. I called Clara and invited her to dinner. I told her I had someone I wanted her to fit. She was puzzled but agreed to hail. I immediately called Monica and extended the same invitation. They agreed to meet me at my apartment at six o'clock.

Our meeting was very fertile. 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 champion and carry on to delight each other 's party. I was banking on the fact that the single adult female at 'The meadow'outnumbered the single men by at least three to one. It took a moment, but their desire to press off solitariness won out, and they agreed to let me day of the month them both.

The sex was better than I ever dreamed. The two adult female sort of got into competitor with each early over pleasing me. Monica not only agreed to commence having sex with me, she often became the initiator of our intimate ventures. It was missionary style only with no oral examination sex, but at least she was starting to total around. I began to see the possibilities of turning this into a contender between the two women. Monica was still a bit inhibited when it came to sex, but again, I considered myself a fortunate man.

If I did give birth to choose between the two, it would be challenging because Monica was an excellent Captain James Cook, but hesitant when it came to sexual exploration. However, Clara was n't much of a Cook but loved nothing better than to get it on my head out. She was totally uninhibited when it came to trying new things during sex. We fell into a mutually agreeable act of sharing me. One Nox I would have a dinner fit for a king at Monica 's apartment followed by a roll in the sack with her. And the future night at Clara 's I would have a mediocre dinner followed by uninhabited sex. I was having sex like I was the master of a whore house. I had the best of both world ; honest food and good sex.

Every once in a while, I would intentionally spend two nights in a curl at Clara 's sign just to provoke Monica. She soon got the message and decided she should depart having less restrained sex with me if she expected to hold my attention. I started sharing with Monica some of the affair that Clara did sexually that pleased me and vice versa with Clara. And as expected they both tried to outdo the early. Monica finally gave me a cock sucking and let me finger her puss and lick her thigh, but when I tried to put my mouth anywhere near her cunt, 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 exchange her thinking.

One-night Clara started to blow my nipple and lightly vibrate my ballock at the Same time. It brought back memories of my college days. I found the sensation to be so sweet, I almost orgasm while she did it. I reciprocated by nibbling and sucking on Clara 's button, I could feel her body stiffen and started to orgasm. On a caprice, I shoved my digit up her ass while sucking and lightly chewing on her clitoris. The upshot were unbelievable. She started shaking and trembling and making sounds that sounded somewhat like a small dog barking. She started gushing pussy succus all over my cheek and chest. This was the inaugural time I had ever been with a squirter. 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 hazard. I guess it had made a more substantial impression on Clara than I first thought.

The next clock time I was making love with Monica I noticed she was more antsy and anxious. Her respiration was curt and raspy. I licked down her left thigh, and as I was licking my way back up the right thigh ; I felt her hand on the rear of my drumhead guiding me to her pussy. I clamped down on her button, and she started thrashing about so wildly, I was having trouble maintaining contact. Within in proceedings, she was Cumming harder than she had in her whole life. When she finally came down from her richly, she put her hands on each side of meat of my cheek and pulled me into the most passionate kiss I had ever experienced. I don't know what caused Monica to alter, but she was finally letting herself escape her strong traditional time value and was now enjoying wild, uninhibited raw sex.

Since the Ladies were getting along so well together and not showing any outward mansion of jealousy, I started inviting them both to keep company me to result like the movies, to bowling, to local restaurant, and all the Saturday nighttime terpsichore. We were all one big happy family. After our Night out, we would all pass to the apartment of the one I did n't plan to kip with that nighttime. We would enjoy a nightcap or two then I would move on to the residence of my intended sex cooperator and indulge in a night of bliss. I had them trained to my satisfaction 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 spree together at the topical anaesthetic Mall. In fact, they started spending to a greater extent and more than time together. I also noticed their hugs were lasting a bit longer than common. I remembered Monica admitting when we first met that she was bi-sexual and for a pass off consequence, I thought maybe the two of them had discovered the joy of lesbianism. I quickly put that thought out of my mind.

On Thursday night, instead of attending the moving picture at 'The Meadows', Clara suggested we all go to the topical anaesthetic celluloid in town. We all agreed and piled into my car. As I might get expected, Clara had just the movie she thought we would enjoy. The pic turned out to be an adult movie with lots of nudeness and some of the most explicated sex scenes I have ever seen on the big screen. When we left the theater, I trailed behind the girls trying to hide my massive erecting. As we were settling into my car, Clara announced that the pic had her panties soaking wet. And to my surprisal, Monica chimed in that her scanty were also soaking wet.

When we arrived at Monica 's apartment, the fille were still talking about the respective sex panorama that had turned them on, and I still had a raging hard-on. I settled on the sofa next to Clara while Monica fixed us all an spear carrier impregnable nightcap. I was no longer trying to cover my erection. Monica slid onto the sofa on my other face, and we continued chattering about the movie. There was a couple of lesbian shot in the film, and both women seemed giddy when they discussed them. Monica continued delivering the nightcaps. I would alternate between kissing Clara then Monica. Then out of the bluing, Clara suggested we all spend the Nox together, and without another Son, Monica took my hand and led us to her bedchamber. In less than a moment we were all au naturel and cuddling in Monica 's bed.

I was lying on my back between to the two girlfriend when I flashed back to an brush I had while in college. I was at a fraternity house, naked in bed with two young coeds. One of the coeds asked me if I had ever experienced `` mamilla ecstasy ''. I had to allow in I had never heard of it. The coeds each took one of my nipples into their mouth and started sucking and chewing on them while taking bend stroking my dick. I recalled how pleasant it had been and I suggested to Clara and Monica we give a try. Clara locked onto my rightfulness nipple immediately, and Monica followed by sucking my leave behind pap into her warm mouth. Monica began stroking my hammer as she worked on my nipple and Clara started lightly tickling my balls with her fingertips. After about a minute of this, I shot my lode all over my chest and belly. Clara went to run right away cleaning my chest with her natural language. Monica was watching in astonishment, but not moving. Clara reached over and put her handwriting on the back of Monica 's brain 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 side by side moment, both miss were busily licking my chest and belly clean.

It was Monica 's turn to be in the middle future. I sucked her justly breast into my mouthpiece while Clara lunched on her left knocker. Monica started to moan and rock her pelvic arch. It was then that I looked down and noticed Clara was fucking Monica 's pussy with two finger's breadth. I began passionately kissing Monica on the back talk while rolling her flop nipple between my thumb and index number finger. She let out a low groan, and her dead body stiffened. I knew she just experienced an orgasm.

I moved from her back talk back down to carry on sucking Monica 's'correctly nipple. I closed my middle and nestled my cheek close to her knocker and gently sucked and rolled her nipple in my mouth. I felt motility from Clara and opened my eyes in time to see her inclose two wet fingers into Monica 's rima oris ; the Lapplander two wet digit she had been fucking Monica'snatch with. Monica licked and sucked Clara 's fingers clean. I got an immediate hard-on. I had to begin slowly stroking my shaft. I watched as Clara slowly kissed her way down Monica 's stomach. Monica opened her legs wide enough to give full admission to her crotch. Clara licked the inside of Monica 's right thigh down to her genu then switched over to her left thigh and worked back up. When she neared Monica 's vagina, I noticed Monica made no effort to press her away.

Clara took her quarter round and spread the lips of Monica 's pussy. She ran her tongue up and down the quiet pink rampart of her vagina before latching onto her button. Monica jumped at the first contact but soon relaxed and started raising her articulatio coxae to play Clara 's tongue. Clara began to lap and masticate on Monica 's clit eagerly. It did n't take long for Monica 's second orgasm to excite her hale body. As Monica recovers from her coming, Clara starts to lick Monica's pussy, while rapidly rub Monica 's clitoris with two finger. Monica was moaning and writhing as she rushes headlong into her third splendid orgasm. As soon as Monica was in the center of her orgasm, Clara shoves her centre finger up Monica 's tight little brown asshole. The results were improbable. Monica starts trembling and shaking ; her body is covered with horripilation and a light sheen of sweat. She could n't look to overtake her hint. Monica bolts upright in the bed and puts her hands on each face of Clara 's face and pulls her into a passionate kiss. The osculate seems to live on forever, and I was sure Clara could palpate it throughout her whole body because sexual fluids ebullition from her vagina. It had to have been one of the most wondrous climax Clara has ever experienced.

I tried to make my way back into the mix, but Clara and Monica immediately crawled into the 69 placement and began to raven each other 's pussy. I was enjoying the lesbian show so very much I stroked my tool until I enjoyed two consecutive orgasms. Neither adult female showed any house of giving up the sexual brilliancy they were both obviously experiencing. I watched for a while longer then slipped off into a peaceful sleep. When I woke up the succeeding dayspring Clara and Monica were still snuggled in each other 's weapon system. They were resting so serenely, I slid out of bed and quietly made my way back to my flat. I could n't help oneself but call up my initial suspicions about them and a lesbian occasion 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 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 visit Monica. She answers on the tierce 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 solvent. At six thirty, I gave up and tug to a local fast food eating house for a cheeseburger and fries.

Saturday, I went for an early dawn jog and showered before walking over to the recreation hall to check the bulletin gameboard for any special consequence. All I found there were scores of old ladies playing board, or checkers, or reading al-Qur'an. I could n't find Clara anywhere. I decide to pay a surprisal visit to my youngest daughter and grandchildren. I returned to 'The hayfield'around nine XXX Dominicus nighttime completely wore out from the grandchildren. I showered and fell fast asleep.

Monday morning, I went for my common jog, hoping to see Monica. When she was a no-show, I went home and showered before going to the refreshment hallway to control the bulletin board. The first thing on the add-in to grab my eye was an apartment vacancy that just came available. I went to the office to see who was leaving 'The Meadows'. I was told no one was leaving. Monica had decided to give way up her apartment and motion in with Clara. I felt a international nautical mile in my stomach. I had a distinct feeling that Clara and Monica would no longer be needing me to carry through their sexual needs. I was sad and despondent all week. Saturday dark I had recovered enough to drag myself down to the weekly dance. I did n't see Monica or Clara there. The saltation just was n't the like happy place it once was. I decided to pass on. As I made my way to the door, I saw her.

She was a tall hemangioma simplex blonde that stood a forefront taller than the cleaning woman she was huddled with. She looked to be 5'10 '' 135 pound with greens eyes that pierced my soulfulness. This woman had to be one of the most beautiful creature I had ever seen in my life. She saw me about the Same meter I saw her. As I moved across the dance floor toward her, she continued to speak with women around her. She would depend up occasional to supervise my location. My warmheartedness was doing flips as I practiced what I was going to say to her. Everything that came to beware sounded clumsy and amateurish. I felt like an awkward teenager.

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