I'm a 59-year-old retired police investigator who enjoys extreme jogging, reading mystery novels, listening to music and dancing. I have been described as lovable and generous, but I can also be described as very wary minded and a bit grim. I'm a patriotic American English who defines myself as straight. I have a academic degree in criminal justice, political sympathies, and political economy. I'm obsessed with running and physical fitness.

After my retirement from the police section and the qualifying of my wife, I moved into a Retirement Village out in the Southwest. If you think old people do n't savour sex, you are mistaken. I'm currently unmarried. My most recent romantic relationship was Katelyn, my buy the farm wife who was the same age as me. She 's been gone three years, and I miss her very a lot. My full friend is a pull away municipal judge named Leslie Howard Captain Cook. We get on well near of the meter when we are not arguing politics. I also hang around with Gordon St. Thomas and Milford Martha Graham. They are both retreat cops, and we enjoy cycling together.

Physically, I'm is in pretty good material body. I'm tall with bronze skin, gray hair and Blue optic. I grew up in a middle-class locality. My sire was a police officer like myself. He died in the line of duty when I was young. I was raised by my mother who was a registered nurse.

I have been a widower for the past three age. My first yr living alone I knocked around in my big empty two-story, four-bedroom home base located in an upscale neighborhood. My two daughter, Karenic and Susan, kept close tab on me. They worried I was n't eating redress and taking care of myself correctly. I received phone calls every day from them checking to see if I was taking my medicinal drug, eating properly and getting sufficiency rest. I appreciated their business organization, but it was getting annoying. I told them I never got bore because I was spending most of my clock time answering their phone margin call. They eventually convinced me to deal the planetary house 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 constant attending, so I moved in with Susan, my youngest. Susan and her hubby mike have four youth tiddler, and I was definitely interfering with their family routine ; not to observe the wear and bout on my nervousness. I decided, for the interest of everyone 's saneness, it would be better for all if I moved into a retirement village where I could hang out with masses my own age. I chose 'The Meadows'because I was able to feature my own one-bedroom apartment complete with kitchen and washing room.

'The Meadows'was built around a golf game row and various small lakes. I think the total acreage was around three chiliad. There were other amenities such as a gym, hiking and jogging trail, recreation manor hall, a movie theatre, bowling lanes, documentation chemical group, mixer group and especial events. The village was made up of both married couples and one. A little more than half were conjoin couples. Of the individual occupant, three twenty-five percent were single widow woman and the rest I widowers like me. The undivided womanhood more than outnumbered the single men.

My first week at 'The meadow', I met Monica while out for an early morning jog. Monica is a 59-year-old retire college professor who enjoys learning new languages, sailing and sawbuck racing. She is energetic and smarting, but can also be very selfish and a bit offish. She is a liberated char who defines herself as bisexual person. She was fast to tell me she was bi-sexual when I noticed her eyeing other women. She has a level in philosophy, politics, and economics.

Physically, Monica is in good frame. She is average height with a medium complexion, chestnut tree fuzz, and common middle. She is a young-looking woman with an athletic body. I would say she was 5'4 '', 110 British pound sterling. It is obvious she takes great pride in her visual aspect. She could easily give-up the ghost for a woman in her forties.

Monica has lived at 'The meadow'for a yr. 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 wealthy neighborhood. Her father was a striking outlaw defense attorney, and her mother was a socialite. Her father died fifteen yr ago of a heart attack while she was on vacation at Walt Disney universe with her two teenage children. He died while arguing a high-profile case in court.

She was married to Chester Alan Arthur Charley 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 route. Monica had two tike with husband Arthur : Alannah now aged 28 and Kristin aged 32. They are both happily married with offspring children.

Monica turned out to be an first-class cook. I brought a bottle of wine, and we finished it off after dinner. We kissed and cuddled for over an hr. Monica is an old-fashioned, char and clung to her family values. In spite of that, I was able to cop a tone of her boob 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 tierce day of the month, Monica finally allowed me to fondle and take up her naked breast. I was not used to moving that slowly, but I felt obliged to abide by Monica 's indirect request. I knew that in time I could eventually entice her into my bed.

Each Sat night the Retirement small town holds a dance for the occupant. 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 saltation alone. There were respective attractive widows at the weekly dancing and only a manus full of single men. One particular 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 class younger. She grew up in an upper-middle-class neighborhood. Her dad was a Doctor of the Church, and her mother was a high-pitched schooling biota teacher. She is well educated and energetic. Clara is above average-height with a medium complexion, an oval font, long blond haircloth that 's silken on top with moving ridge that fall below her shoulders and sparkling immature eyes. She was a tall, supple cleaning lady with a well-proportioned body due mainly to aerobics classes. I guessed her altitude to be about 5'7 '' and maybe weighing 115 pounds.

She was a draw back tike psychologist, and she had been married to Norman Mattoon Thomas Blurton, a successful civil applied scientist. Lowell Jackson 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 Norman Thomas died, she found herself lonely and a little depressed.

We danced together the whole night. I 'm in pretty good shape, but Clara loves aerobic exercise and danced band around me. I walked Clara back to her apartment, and she invited me in for a nightcap. I do n't recall how many nightcaps we had, but we woke up defenseless in her bed around 10 Sunday morning. As it turns out, Clara loves practically everything about sex, and she did n't listen 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 Dominicus brunch.

Monica returned to 'The meadow'around six o'clock Sunday 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 kinsperson but was glad to get back to her normal routine. She told me that she had thought about me the unhurt weekend and looked forward to spending Thomas More prison term with me. We met the following forenoon for a jog and then a light breakfast. When I returned to my apartment, I had a subject matter to call Clara. Since both Clara and Monica live in 'The meadow', I did n't see any hypothesis of keeping it a confidential that I was seeing them both. I didn't want to kibosh seeing either one of them. I hoped it would never get to a point where I would make to choose between the two of them. It would be a grueling decision to cook. I called Clara and invited her to dinner. I told her I had someone I wanted her to meet. She was puzzled but agreed to come. I immediately called Monica and extended the same invitation. They agreed to meet me at my flat at six o'clock.

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

The sex was better than I ever dreamed. The two woman sort of got into contender with each other over pleasing me. Monica not only agreed to set about having sex with me, she often became the initiator of our intimate venture. It was missioner style only with no oral sex, but at least she was starting to come around. I began to see the hypothesis of turning this into a rival between the two charwoman. Monica was still a bit suppress when it came to sex, but again, I considered myself a fortunate man.

If I did have to select 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 a lot of a cook but loved nil better than to know my brains 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 nighttime I would sustain a dinner party fit for a king at Monica 's flat followed by a roll in the sackful with her. And the following night at Clara 's I would birth a mediocre dinner followed by uninhabited sex. I was having sex like I was the master of a prostitute sign of the zodiac. I had the best of both worlds ; skilful food and good sex.

Every once in a spell, I would intentionally spend two nighttime in a roller at Clara 's business firm just to evoke Monica. She soon got the substance and decided she should get going 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 vice versa with Clara. And as expected they both tried to outdo the other. Monica finally gave me a blowjob and let me finger her slit and lick her thigh, but when I tried to put my mouth anywhere near her pussy, 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 clock time being but started contemplating a way to change her thinking.

One-night Clara started to take in my nipples and lightly tickle my balls at the same time. It brought back memories of my college days. I found the sentiency to be so gratify, I almost orgasm while she did it. I reciprocated by nibbling and sucking on Clara 's clitoris, I could feel her body stiffen and started to orgasm. On a whim, I shoved my fingerbreadth up her ass while sucking and lightly chewing on her clit. The results were unbelievable. She started shaking and trembling and making sounds that sounded somewhat like a humble dog barking. She started gushing cunt juice all over my face and chest of drawers. This was the first meter I had ever been with a squirter. I liked It ! I could n't hold back to tell Monica about it, but to my amazement, Clara told her about it before I had the prospect. I guess it had made a more meaning impression on Clara than I first thought.

The next clip I was making love with Monica I noticed she was more fidgety and anxious. Her breathing was short-circuit and raspy. I licked down her leftover thigh, and as I was licking my way back up the right thigh ; I felt her bridge player on the spine of my fountainhead guiding me to her pussycat. I clamped down on her clit, and she started thrashing about so wildly, I was having trouble maintaining contact. Within in mo, she was Cumming surd than she had in her whole life. When she finally came down from her eminent, she put her men on each side of my facial 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 note value and was now enjoying state of nature, uninhibited raw sex.

Since the gentlewoman were getting along so well together and not showing any outward planetary house of jealousy, I started inviting them both to accompany me to events like the motion-picture show, to bowling, to local eating place, and all the Saturday night dancing. We were all one big well-chosen family. After our night out, we would all return to the apartment of the one I did n't contrive to sleep with that night. We would enjoy a nightcap or two then I would displace on to the mansion house of my intended sex collaborator and indulge in a dark of blissfulness. I had them trained to my atonement and considered myself a rosy man. I had made a very sassy decision when I moved to 'The meadow'.

Monica and Clara became such salutary ally, they began going on shopping spree together at the local Mall. In fact, they started spending Sir Thomas More and more time together. I also noticed their hugs were lasting a bit longer than usual. I remembered Monica admitting when we first met that she was bi-sexual and for a flutter 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 moving-picture show at 'The Meadows', Clara suggested we all go to the topical anaesthetic movie theatre in townsfolk. We all agreed and piled into my car. As I might have expected, Clara had just the pic she thought we would delight. The film turned out to be an grown motion-picture show with lots of nudity and some of the most develop sex scenes I have ever seen on the big covert. When we left the theater of operations, I trailed behind the girls trying to hide out my massive erection. As we were settling into my car, Clara announced that the moving picture had her panty soaking wet. And to my surprise, Monica chimed in that her step-in were also soaking wet.

When we arrived at Monica 's apartment, the girls were still talking about the versatile sex view that had turned them on, and I still had a tease hard-on. I settled on the lounge next to Clara while Monica fixed us all an extra solid nightcap. I was no longer trying to cover my erection. Monica slid onto the sofa on my former side of meat, and we continued chattering about the moving-picture show. There was a brace of sapphic scenes in the film, and both women seemed giddy when they discussed them. Monica continued delivering the nightcaps. I would interchange between kissing Clara then Monica. Then out of the blue, Clara suggested we all spend the night together, and without another Good Book, Monica took my hand and led us to her bedroom. In less than a minute we were all nude and cuddling in Monica 's bed.

I was lying on my back between to the two girls when I flashed back to an encounter I had while in college. I was at a frat house, naked in bed with two Edward Young coeds. One of the coeds asked me if I had ever experienced `` teat ecstasy ''. I had to admit I had never heard of it. The coeds each took one of my mamilla 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 veracious tit immediately, and Monica followed by sucking my get out mamilla into her warm 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 min of this, I shot my load all over my chest of drawers and belly. Clara went to work right away cleaning my bureau with her tongue. Monica was watching in amazement, but not moving. Clara reached over and put her hand on the back of Monica 's head and guided her mouth to a pool of my cum. She took a little bit on her spit then rolled it around in her mouthpiece. In the succeeding bit, both daughter were busily licking my chest and belly clean.

It was Monica 's crook to be in the midriff next. I sucked her right breast into my mouth while Clara lunched on her left titty. Monica started to groan and rock her rose hip. It was then that I looked down and remark Clara was fucking Monica 's pussy with two fingers. I began passionately kissing Monica on the lips while rolling her right nipple between my thumb and exponent finger. She let out a low groan, and her trunk stiffened. I knew she just experienced an orgasm.

I moved from her backtalk back down to remain sucking Monica 's'right pap. I closed my eyes and nestled my brass close to her breast and gently sucked and rolled her nipple in my oral cavity. I felt cause from Clara and opened my centre in prison term to see her enter two wet fingerbreadth into Monica 's mouth ; the Lapplander two wet fingers she had been fucking Monica'pussy with. Monica licked and sucked Clara 's fingers clean. I got an immediate hard-on. I had to begin slowly stroking my stopcock. I watched as Clara slowly kissed her way down Monica 's stomach. Monica opened her pegleg all-embracing enough to give fully memory access to her privates. Clara licked the inside of Monica 's right thigh down to her stifle then switched over to her left second joint and worked back up. When she neared Monica 's vagina, I noticed Monica made no effort to labour her away.

Clara took her ovolo and spread the lips of Monica 's pussy. She ran her tongue up and down the unruffled pink bulwark of her vagina before latching onto her clitoris. Monica jumped at the for the first time contact but soon relaxed and started raising her pelvis to match Clara 's spit. Clara began to lap and jaw on Monica 's clit eagerly. It did n't take prospicient for Monica 's second orgasm to shake her whole physical structure. As Monica recovers from her climax, Clara starts to lick Monica's kitty-cat, while rapidly rub Monica 's clit with two fingers. Monica was moaning and writhing as she rushes headlong into her third splendid orgasm. As soon as Monica was in the midsection of her orgasm, Clara shoves her middle finger up Monica 's soaked piddling brown arse. The results were unbelievable. Monica starts trembling and shaking ; her body is covered with goose bump and a light sheen of sweat. She could n't seem to catch her breath. Monica thunderbolt upright in the bed and puts her work force on each side of Clara 's face and pulls her into a passionate kiss. The snog seems to last forever, and I was certain Clara could finger it throughout her unit body because intimate fluids gush from her vagina. It had to have been one of the most fantastical orgasms Clara has ever experienced.

I tried to bring my way back into the mix, but Clara and Monica immediately crawled into the 69 lieu and began to devour each former 's puss. I was enjoying the lesbian appearance so lots I stroked my cock until I enjoyed two sequentially coming. Neither fair sex showed any sign of giving up the sexual splendor they were both obviously experiencing. I watched for a while longer then slipped off into a peaceful slumber. When I woke up the side by side morning Clara and Monica were still snuggled in each former 's arms. They were resting so serenely, I slid out of bed and quietly made my way back to my apartment. I could n't avail but think my initial suspicions about them and a lesbian affair might be right. It really did n't affair to me, I have always liked watching two cleaning lady 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 Monica. She answers on the third ring and offers her apologia for not notifying me that she was going to drop the weekend with her daughter and grandchildren. I hung up and called Clara 's number but got no response. At six thirty, I gave up and drove to a local fast solid food restaurant for a cheeseburger and fries.

Saturday, I went for an early morning jog and showered before walking over to the recreation hall to check the bulletin board for any exceptional events. All I found there were dozens of old ladies playing card, or chequer, or reading books. I could n't find Clara anywhere. I decide to pay a surprise visit to my youngest daughter and grandchildren. I returned to 'The hayfield'around nine thirty Sun Nox 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 hall to correspond the bulletin plank. The first thing on the instrument panel to catch my eye was an flat vacancy that just came useable. I went to the function to see who was leaving 'The hayfield'. I was told no one was leaving. Monica had decided to break up her apartment and move in with Clara. I felt a international nautical mile in my belly. I had a distinct look that Clara and Monica would no longer be needing me to fulfill their intimate needs. I was sad and heartsick all workweek. Saturday night I had recovered enough to haul myself down to the weekly saltation. I did n't see Monica or Clara there. The saltation just was n't the Lapplander happy place it once was. I decided to leave alone. As I made my way to the door, I saw her.

She was a magniloquent strawberry blonde that stood a head taller than the char she was huddled with. She looked to be 5'10 '' 135 hammering with unripened eyes that pierced my soul. This woman had to be one of the most beautiful puppet I had ever seen in my life sentence. She saw me about the Saami time I saw her. As I moved across the terpsichore base toward her, she continued to speak with women around her. She would count up periodic to monitor my emplacement. My nerve was doing flips as I practiced what I was going to say to her. Everything that came to bear in mind go clumsy and amateur. I felt like an unenviable teenager.

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