I'm a 59-year-old retired police detective who enjoys extremum jogging, reading mystery novels, listening to music and saltation. 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 arcdegree in criminal DoJ, politics, and economics. I'm obsessed with running and forcible fitness.

After my retirement from the police department and the passing of my wife, I moved into a retirement Greenwich Village out in the southwest. If you think old masses do n't enjoy sex, you are mistaken. I'm currently single. My most Holocene epoch romanticist relationship was Katelyn, my deceased wife who was the same age as me. She 's been gone three class, and I miss her very much. My effective friend is a sack out municipal judge named Leslie Howard cook. We get on well most of the time when we are not arguing government. I also hang around with Gordon Norman Mattoon Thomas and Milford Martha Graham. They are both retired copper, and we enjoy cycling together.

Physically, I'm is in pretty good shape. I'm tall with bronze cutis, Gray hair and Blue eyes. I grew up in a middle-class locality. My father was a police officer like myself. He died in the line of duty when I was Whitney Young. I was raised by my mother who was a register nurse.

I have been a widowman for the past three eld. My first year living alone I knocked around in my big empty two-story, four-bedroom home located in an upscale neighborhood. My two daughters, Karen and Susan, kept close tabs on me. They worried I was n't eating correctly and taking caution of myself correctly. I received telephone calls every day from them checking to see if I was taking my medication, eating properly and getting enough relief. I appreciated their care, but it was getting annoying. I told them I never got bored because I was spending most of my sentence answering their phone shout. They eventually convinced me to sell the sign and move in with one of them.

I moved in with Karen for a twelvemonth, but she drove me loony fussing over me day in and day out. I could n't take the incessant attending, so I moved in with Susan, my youthful. Susan and her husband Mike have four young children, and I was definitely interfering with their syndicate subroutine ; not to mention the wear and bout on my face. I decided, for the saki of everyone 's sanity, it would be better for all if I moved into a retirement village where I could hang out with people my own age. I chose 'The hayfield'because I was able to have my own one-bedroom apartment finish with kitchen and laundry room.

'The Meadows'was built around a golf course and several lowly lakes. I think the total acreage was around three one thousand. There were other amenities such as a gym, hiking and jogging track, recreation hall, a movie theater, bowling lanes, support groups, social grouping and peculiar event. The Village was made up of both married couples and 1. A little more than half were conjoin couples. Of the unity residents, three living quarters were single widow and the rest single widowman like me. The single cleaning lady more than outnumbered the single men.

My maiden calendar week at 'The Meadows', I met Monica while out for an early morning time jog. Monica is a 59-year-old draw back college prof who enjoys learning new speech communication, sailing and Equus caballus racing. She is energetic and smart, but can also be very selfish and a bit standoffish. She is a release woman who defines herself as bisexual. She was quick to tell me she was bi-sexual when I noticed her eyeing early women. She has a degree in doctrine, politics, and economics.

Physically, Monica is in good shape. She is norm elevation with a spiritualist complexion, chestnut hair, and green eyes. She is a young-looking woman with an gymnastic body. I would say she was 5'4 '', 110 pound. It is obvious she takes great pridefulness in her appearance. She could easily pass for a charwoman in her forties.

Monica has lived at 'The hayfield'for a class. The morning we met, we spent five time of day talking, walk and generally getting to have a go at it one another. Those five hours flew by, and Monica invited me to dinner at her flat that night, and I gladly accepted. She grew up in a wealthy neighborhood. Her father was a prominent felon defense attorney, and her female parent was a socialite. Her father died 15 years ago of a heart attack while she was on vacation at Disney World with her two teenage tiddler. He died while arguing a high-profile character in court.

She was married to Arthur Charley Cooke who was also an attorney in her Father-God's law firm. He was killed two days ago when a drunk device driver slammed into his car on a rain-slick road. Monica had two child with married man Arthur : Alannah now aged 28 and Kristin aged 32. They are both happily married with young children.

Monica turned out to be an excellent cook. I brought a bottleful of wine-colored, and we finished it off after dinner. We kissed and cuddled for over an hr. Monica is an old-fashioned, woman and clung to her sept economic value. In bitchiness of that, I was able to cop a spirit of her breast 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 date, Monica finally allowed me to fondle and soak up her au naturel bosom. I was not used to moving that slowly, but I felt obliged to honor Monica 's wishes. I knew that in sentence 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 daughter, Kristin and her three Cy Young grandchildren. I decided to go to the dance alone. There were respective attractive widows at the weekly dance and only a hand entire of bingle men. One finical widow caught my attention. I ask her to dance, and she accepted my invitation.

Her name was Clara Blurton, and she is also 59 years old, but looked 15 years unseasoned. She grew up in an upper-middle-class neighborhood. Her dad was a Doctor of the Church, and her female parent was a senior high school school biology teacher. She is well educated and energetic. Clara is above average-height with a medium complexion, an oval brass, yearn blonde hair that 's silky on top with waves that fall below her shoulder and sparkling William Green eyes. She was a tall, lithesome cleaning woman 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 retired fry psychologist, and she had been married to Thomas Blurton, a successful civic engineer. Dylan 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 Thomas died, she found herself lonely and a footling depressed.

We danced together the whole night. I 'm in pretty sound shape, but Clara loves aerobics and danced rope around me. I walked Clara back to her flat, and she invited me in for a nightcap. I do n't remember how many nightcaps we had, but we woke up naked in her bed around 10 Lord's Day 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 willing to try just about anything at least once. We showered together then went out for William Ashley Sunday brunch.

Monica returned to 'The meadow'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 phratry but was glad to get back to her normal procedure. She told me that she had thought about me the unanimous weekend and looked forward to spending more time with me. We met the next good morning for a jog and then a promiscuous breakfast. When I returned to my apartment, I had a message to phone Clara. Since both Clara and Monica live in 'The meadow', I did n't see any theory 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 make out to a point where I would have to choose between the two of them. It would be a intemperately decision to micturate. I called Clara and invited her to dinner. I told her I had soul I wanted her to converge. She was puzzled but agreed to come up. I immediately called Monica and extended the Lapp invitation. They agreed to forgather me at my flat at six o'clock.

Our encounter was very productive. 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 friend and preserve to enjoy each other 's company. I was banking on the fact that the single char at 'The hayfield'outnumbered the single men by at least three to one. It took a moment, but their desire to fight back off desolation won out, and they agreed to let me engagement them both.

The sex was better than I ever dreamed. The two char kind of got into competition with each other over pleasing me. Monica not only agreed to jump having sex with me, she often became the initiator of our sexual venture. It was missionary style only with no viva sex, but at to the lowest degree she was starting to come around. I began to see the possible action of turning this into a competition between the two women. Monica was still a bit inhibited when it came to sex, but again, I considered myself a golden man.

If I did have to pick out between the two, it would be challenging because Monica was an excellent Captain James Cook, but hesitant when it came to intimate exploration. However, Clara was n't much of a cook but loved null better than to have intercourse my encephalon out. She was totally uninhibited when it came to trying new things during sex. We fell into a mutually agreeable routine of sharing me. One Night I would have a dinner fit for a king at Monica 's apartment followed by a roll in the sack with her. And the adjacent dark at Clara 's I would have got a mediocre dinner followed by uninhabited sex. I was having sex like I was the master of a whore business firm. I had the advantageously of both worlds ; soundly food and good sex.

Every once in a while, I would intentionally spend two nights in a roll at Clara 's house just to stimulate Monica. She soon got the message and decided she should take up having less limit sex with me if she expected to contain 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 pussycat and bat her thighs, but when I tried to put my backtalk anywhere near her pussycat, 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 fourth dimension being but started contemplating a way to shift her thinking.

One-night Clara started to give suck my nipples and lightly thrill my musket ball at the same prison term. It brought back memories of my college days. I found the maven to be so sweet, I almost orgasm while she did it. I reciprocated by nibbling and sucking on Clara 's button, I could finger her body stiffen and started to orgasm. On a whim, I shoved my fingerbreadth up her ass while sucking and lightly chewing on her button. The consequence were unbelievable. She started shaking and trembling and making sounds that sounded somewhat like a lowly dog barking. She started gushing pussy juice all over my face and bureau. This was the first time I had ever been with a squirter. I liked It ! I could n't wait to order Monica about it, but to my astonishment, Clara told her about it before I had the luck. I guess it had made a more substantial notion on Clara than I first thought.

The next time I was making love with Monica I noticed she was more antsy and queasy. Her external respiration was short and rasping. I licked down her leave second joint, and as I was licking my way back up the good thigh ; I felt her hand on the back of my head teacher guiding me to her pussy. I clamped down on her clit, and she started thrashing about so wildly, I was having trouble maintaining contact. Within in minute of arc, she was Cumming harder than she had in her whole life history. When she finally came down from her senior high school, she put her work force on each side of my face 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 strong traditional values and was now enjoying wild, uninhibited raw sex.

Since the Ladies were getting along so well together and not showing any outbound planetary house of jealousy, I started inviting them both to companion me to event like the picture, to bowling, to topical anesthetic restaurants, and all the Sabbatum night saltation. We were all one big happy family. After our nighttime out, we would all deliver to the apartment of the one I did n't design to log Z's with that dark. We would bask a nightcap or two then I would move on to the residence of my intended sex partner and indulge in a night of cloud nine. I had them trained to my expiation and considered myself a rosy man. I had made a very wise decision when I moved to 'The Meadows'.

Monica and Clara became such unspoilt ally, they began going on shopping spree together at the local Mall. In fact, they started spending 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 fleeting consequence, I thought maybe the two of them had discovered the joy of sapphism. I quickly put that thought out of my mind.

On Thursday Nox, instead of attending the flick at 'The Meadows', Clara suggested we all go to the local movie theatre in town. We all agreed and piled into my car. As I might consume expected, Clara had just the movie she thought we would relish. The plastic film turned out to be an adult movie with lots of nakedness and some of the most explain sex scenes I have ever seen on the big screen. When we left the dramatic art, I trailed behind the miss trying to obliterate 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 daughter were still talking about the assorted sex setting that had turned them on, and I still had a bait erecting. I settled on the couch next to Clara while Monica fixed us all an extra strong nightcap. I was no longer trying to blot out my erection. Monica slid onto the couch on my former side, and we continued chattering about the movie. There was a duo of lesbian scenes in the film, and both charwoman 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 night together, and without another word, Monica took my hand and led us to her bedchamber. In less than a mo we were all nude and cuddling in Monica 's bed.

I was lying on my back between to the two young lady when I flashed back to an encounter 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 `` mammilla Adam ''. I had to admit I had never heard of it. The coeds each took one of my mammilla into their oral cavity and started sucking and chewing on them while taking play 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 decently mamilla immediately, and Monica followed by sucking my left pap into her strong mouth. Monica began stroking my cock as she worked on my nipple and Clara started lightly tickling my orb with her fingertips. After about a minute of this, I shot my load all over my chest and belly. Clara went to work right away cleaning my chest with her tongue. Monica was watching in amazement, but not moving. Clara reached over and put her paw on the spinal column of Monica 's head and guided her sass to a puddle of my cum. She took a small bit on her natural language then rolled it around in her mouth. In the next moment, both girls were busily licking my chest and belly clean.

It was Monica 's turn to be in the halfway next. I sucked her right chest into my oral cavity while Clara lunched on her left breast. Monica started to moan and rock her rose hip. 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 sass while rolling her mighty mamilla between my pollex and index digit. She let out a low moan, and her consistence stiffened. I knew she just experienced an orgasm.

I moved from her lips back down to keep on sucking Monica 's'right wing nipple. I closed my eyes and nestled my face close to her titty and gently sucked and rolled her nipple in my mouth. I felt social movement from Clara and opened my eyes in time to see her inclose two wet fingers into Monica 's mouth ; the Same two wet fingerbreadth she had been fucking Monica'slit with. Monica licked and sucked Clara 's fingers clean. I got an immediate erection. I had to begin slowly stroking my tool. I watched as Clara slowly kissed her way down Monica 's stomach. Monica opened her leg extensive enough to give full accession to her genital organ. Clara licked the interior of Monica 's right thigh down to her articulatio genus then switched over to her left thigh and worked back up. When she neared Monica 's vagina, I noticed Monica made no effort to advertise her away.

Clara took her thumbs and spread the lips of Monica 's slit. She ran her tongue up and down the smooth 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 tongue. Clara began to lap and masticate on Monica 's button eagerly. It did n't engage long for Monica 's indorsement sexual climax to sway her unhurt body. As Monica recovers from her climax, Clara starts to lick Monica's pussy, while rapidly rub Monica 's clitoris with two fingerbreadth. Monica was moaning and writhing as she rushes headlong into her 3rd glorious coming. As soon as Monica was in the middle of her coming, Clara shoves her centre finger up Monica 's tight little brown asshole. The results were unbelievable. Monica starts trembling and shaking ; her dead body is covered with goose skin and a light-headed sheen of sweat. She could n't look to grab her breath. Monica dash upright in the bed and puts her hands on each incline of Clara 's face and pulls her into a passionate kiss. The kiss seems to last forever, and I was certain Clara could feel it throughout her completely dead body because intimate fluids gush from her vagina. It had to suffer been one of the most fantastic orgasms Clara has ever experienced.

I tried to turn my way back into the mix, but Clara and Monica immediately crawled into the 69 position and began to guttle each other 's pussy. I was enjoying the gay woman display so much I stroked my prick until I enjoyed two straight orgasms. Neither charwoman 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 nap. When I woke up the next morning Clara and Monica were still snuggled in each other 's arms. 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 social occasion might be right. It really did n't topic 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 lie with 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 apologia for not notifying me that she was going to spend the weekend with her daughter and grandchildren. I hung up and called Clara 's turn but got no resolution. At six thirty, I gave up and drove to a local fast intellectual nourishment restaurant for a cheeseburger and fries.

Saturday, I went for an ahead of time morning time jog and showered before walking over to the recreation manor hall to check the bulletin board for any special effect. All I found there were dozens of old lady playing board, or checkers, or reading books. I could n't rule Clara anywhere. I decide to pay a surprise visit to my youngest girl and grandchildren. I returned to 'The hayfield'around nine thirty Sunday night completely wore out from the grandchildren. I showered and fell fast asleep.

Mon morning, I went for my usual jog, hoping to see Monica. When she was a no-show, I went dwelling and showered before going to the refreshment hall to check the bulletin board. The low gear thing on the gameboard to catch my eye was an flat vacancy that just came available. I went to the billet to see who was leaving 'The Meadows'. I was told no one was leaving. Monica had decided to give up her apartment and motion in with Clara. I felt a Calidris canutus in my stomach. I had a distinct feeling that Clara and Monica would no longer be needing me to execute their intimate motivation. I was sad and despondent all week. Sat night I had recovered enough to drag myself down to the weekly dance. I did n't see Monica or Clara there. The dancing just was n't the same glad place it once was. I decided to leave. As I made my way to the threshold, I saw her.

She was a tall strawberry blonde that stood a head taller than the women she was huddled with. She looked to be 5'10 '' 135 pounds with viridity oculus that pierced my soul. This woman had to be one of the most beautiful beast I had ever seen in my liveliness. She saw me about the Saami time I saw her. As I moved across the terpsichore floor toward her, she continued to speak with womanhood around her. She would look up episodic to supervise my position. My nitty-gritty was doing flips as I practiced what I was going to say to her. Everything that came to take care sounded clumsy and amateur. I felt like an clumsy teen.

I walked up to her and said, `` Hi ! My epithet is henry. Would you like to dance ? '' She smiled, nodded her head affirmative and told me her epithet was Pricilla, but her friend called her Prissy. I took her script and led her onto the terpsichore floor. We spent the rest of the eventide in each former 's arms. When the dance was over, I walked her back to her flat and thanked her for a wonderful evening