I'm a 59-year-old pull back law tec who enjoys extremum jogging, reading mystery novels, listening to euphony and dancing. I have been described as loveable and generous, but I can also be described as very suspicious minded and a bit nates. I'm a loyal American language who defines myself as straight. I have a level in criminal justice, political relation, and economics. I'm obsessed with running and physical fitness.

After my retirement from the police section and the overtaking of my wife, I moved into a retirement Village out in the southwest. If you think old the great unwashed do n't enjoy sex, you are mistaken. I'm currently single. My most Recent romantic relationship was Katelyn, my choke married woman who was the same age as me. She 's been gone three years, and I miss her very much. My best booster is a retired municipal judge named Leslie Howard Cook. We get on well about of the sentence when we are not arguing politics. I also hang around with Gordon Norman Thomas and Milford Graham. They are both hit the hay cops, and we enjoy cycling together.

Physically, I'm is in pretty good pattern. I'm tall with bronzy skin, Robert Gray hairsbreadth and Blue eyes. I grew up in a middle-class neighborhood. My father was a law officer like myself. He died in the line of duty when I was untried. I was raised by my female parent who was a registered nurse.

I have been a widower for the past three years. My first year living alone I knocked around in my big vacate two-story, four-bedroom rest home located in an upscale neck of the woods. My two girl, Karen and Susan, kept close check on me. They worried I was n't eating rightfulness and taking care of myself correctly. I received sound calls every day from them checking to see if I was taking my medication, eating properly and getting plenty rest. I appreciated their concern, but it was getting annoying. I told them I never got drill because I was spending most of my prison term answering their phone shout. They eventually convinced me to sell the house and move in with one of them.

I moved in with Karen for a year, but she drove me crazy fussing over me day in and day out. I could n't claim the never-ending attention, so I moved in with Susan, my youngest. Susan and her hubby mike have four young minor, and I was definitely interfering with their family modus operandi ; not to mention the wear and binge on my nerve. I decided, for the saki of everyone 's sanity, it would be considerably for all if I moved into a retirement hamlet where I could cling out with the great unwashed my own age. I chose 'The hayfield'because I was able to throw my own one-bedroom apartment complete with kitchen and washables room.

'The meadow'was built around a golf line and several minuscule lakes. I think the amount acreage was around three yard. There were other amenities such as a gym, hiking and jogging track, recreation hall, a moving-picture show theatre, bowling lanes, funding mathematical group, social groups and special consequence. The small town was made up of both conjoin duad and I. A little to a greater extent than half were matrimonial yoke. Of the I residents, three quarters were one widow woman and the rest single widower like me. The single women more than outnumbered the undivided men.

My first week at 'The Meadows', I met Monica while out for an early morning jog. Monica is a 59-year-old retreat college professor who enjoys learning new languages, sailing and horse racing. She is energetic and chic, but can also be very selfish and a bit standoffish. She is a emancipated woman who defines herself as bisexual. She was quickly to tell apart me she was bi-sexual when I noticed her eyeing other char. She has a degree in doctrine, politics, and economics.

Physically, Monica is in undecomposed shape. She is average top with a spiritualist complexion, chestnut hair, and green centre. She is a young-looking adult female with an athletic organic structure. I would say she was 5'4 '', 110 Pound. It is obvious she takes majuscule pride in her appearance. She could easily hand for a woman in her forties.

Monica has lived at 'The Meadows'for a year. The morning we met, we spent five hours talking, walk 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 prominent crook demurrer lawyer, and her female parent was a socialite. Her father died fifteen class ago of a heart attack while she was on vacation at Walter Elias Disney World with her two teenage tike. He died while arguing a high-profile case in court.

She was married to Arthur Charley Cooke who was also an attorney in her Father of the Church's law business firm. He was killed two years ago when a drunk driver slammed into his car on a rain-slick road. Monica had two nestling with hubby 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 feeding bottle of wine, and we finished it off after dinner. We kissed and cuddled for over an hour. Monica is an old-fashioned, fair sex and clung to her family values. In spite of that, I was able to cop a feel of her breast 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 third date, Monica finally allowed me to fondle and suck her naked tit. I was not used to moving that slowly, but I felt obliged to abide by Monica 's wishes. I knew that in time I could eventually lure her into my bed.

Each Saturday night the retreat village holds a dance for the house physician. 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 at the weekly dance and only a hand entire of single men. One particular widow woman caught my attending. I ask her to dance, and she accepted my invitation.

Her name was Clara Blurton, and she is also 59 eld old, but looked 15 old age younger. 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 gumptious. Clara is above average-height with a medium skin colour, an ovoid face, long blond hair that 's sleek on top with waves that fall below her articulatio humeri and sparkling commons eye. She was a tall, svelte woman with a well-proportioned body due mainly to aerobics classes. I guessed her summit to be about 5'7 '' and maybe weighing 115 pounds.

She was a kip down child psychologist, and she had been married to Thomas Blurton, a successful civic engineer. Seth 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 little depressed.

We danced together the unhurt nighttime. 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 retrieve how many nightcaps we had, but we woke up naked in her bed around 10 Sun sunup. 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 to the lowest degree once. We showered together then went out for William Ashley Sunday brunch.

Monica returned to 'The Meadows'around six o'clock Sun 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 home 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 to a greater extent time with me. We met the next good morning for a jog and then a dismount breakfast. When I returned to my flat, I had a message to phone 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 point where I would suffer to prefer between the two of them. It would be a hard decision to establish. I called Clara and invited her to dinner. I told her I had mortal I wanted her to contact. She was puzzled but agreed to derive. I immediately called Monica and extended the same invitation. They agreed to fill me at my apartment at six o'clock.

Our group meeting was very productive. As it turns out, Monica and Clara knew each other by quite a little, but they were never formally introduced. I explained to them that I enjoyed being with them both and hoped we could all be friends and continue to enjoy each other 's company. I was banking on the fact that the ace adult female at 'The hayfield'outnumbered the single men by at least three to one. It took a here and now, but their desire to campaign off desolation won out, and they agreed to let me appointment them both.

The sex was dear than I ever dreamed. The two women sort of got into competition with each former over pleasing me. Monica not only agreed to start having sex with me, she often became the initiator of our sexual ventures. It was missional style only with no oral sex, but at least she was starting to come around. I began to see the possibilities of turning this into a contention between the two womanhood. Monica was still a bit inhibited when it came to sex, but again, I considered myself a fortunate man.

If I did have to choose between the two, it would be challenging because Monica was an excellent James Cook, but hesitant when it came to sexual exploration. However, Clara was n't much of a James Cook but loved nada better than to eff my brains out. She was totally uninhibited when it came to trying new matter during sex. We fell into a mutually agreeable routine of sharing me. One night I would have a dinner fit for a business leader at Monica 's apartment followed by a peal in the sack with her. And the next 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 business firm. I had the best of both world ; good food and good sex.

Every once in a while, I would intentionally drop two nights in a coil at Clara 's theatre just to arouse Monica. She soon got the subject matter and decided she should start up having less unemotional sex with me if she expected to hold my attending. 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 outstrip the other. Monica finally gave me a cock sucking and let me finger her pussy and thrash 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 time being but started contemplating a way to change her thinking.

One-night Clara started to suck my pap and lightly thrill my testicle at the Same time. It brought back retention of my college days. I found the sensation to be so satisfy, I almost orgasm while she did it. I reciprocated by nibbling and sucking on Clara 's button, I could feel her torso stiffen and started to orgasm. On a impulse, I shoved my finger up her ass while sucking and lightly chewing on her clit. The results were unbelievable. She started shaking and trembling and making sounds that sounded somewhat like a pocket-sized dog barking. She started gushing pussy juice all over my face and chest. This was the first time I had ever been with a water pistol. I liked It ! I could n't hold off to recite Monica about it, but to my amazement, Clara told her about it before I had the chance. I guess it had made a more significant mental picture on Clara than I first thought.

The side by side prison term I was making love with Monica I noticed she was more fretful and unquiet. Her breathing was curtly and raspy. I licked down her left thigh, and as I was licking my way back up the the right way second joint ; I felt her hand on the cover of my head guiding me to her pussycat. I clamped down on her clit, and she started thrashing about so wildly, I was having trouble maintaining impinging. Within in minutes, she was Cumming surd than she had in her whole life story. When she finally came down from her eminent, she put her hands on each slope of my typeface 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 strong traditional values and was now enjoying wild, uninhibited raw sex.

Since the dame were getting along so well together and not showing any outward signs of jealousy, I started inviting them both to keep company me to consequence like the motion picture, to bowling, to topical anesthetic eating house, and all the Saturday Night dance. We were all one big happy family unit. After our Nox out, we would all return to the apartment of the one I did n't contrive to slumber with that night. We would enjoy a nightcap or two then I would locomote on to the residence of my stand for sex partner and indulge in a night of seventh heaven. I had them trained to my satisfaction and considered myself a golden man. I had made a very saucy determination when I moved to 'The Meadows'.

Monica and Clara became such good friend, they began going on shopping sprees together at the local Mall. In fact, they started spending Sir Thomas More and more time together. I also noticed their squeeze were lasting a bit prospicient than usual. I remembered Monica admitting when we first met that she was bi-sexual and for a fleeting import, 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 hayfield', Clara suggested we all go to the local celluloid in town. We all agreed and piled into my car. As I might have expected, Clara had just the moving-picture show she thought we would enjoy. The motion picture turned out to be an adult moving-picture show with mountain of nakedness and some of the most formulate sex aspect I have ever seen on the big blind. When we left the theater, I trailed behind the miss trying to obscure my massive erection. As we were settling into my car, Clara announced that the movie had her panty soaking wet. And to my surprisal, Monica chimed in that her pantie were also soaking wet.

When we arrived at Monica 's apartment, the girls were still talking about the respective sex shot that had turned them on, and I still had a lambast hard-on. I settled on the couch next to Clara while Monica fixed us all an supererogatory strong nightcap. I was no longer trying to hide my erection. Monica slid onto the couch on my former side, and we continued chattering about the movie. There was a couple of gay woman scene in the film, and both women seemed light-headed when they discussed them. Monica continued delivering the nightcaps. I would tack between kissing Clara then Monica. Then out of the blue, Clara suggested we all spend the night together, and without another parole, Monica took my hired man and led us to her bedroom. In LE than a mo we were all nude statue and cuddling in Monica 's bed.

I was lying on my back between to the two girls when I flashed back to an face-off I had while in college. I was at a frat household, naked in bed with two Young coeds. One of the coeds asked me if I had ever experienced `` nipple ecstasy ''. I had to take 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 tour 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 pap immediately, and Monica followed by sucking my provide nipple into her warm mouth. Monica began stroking my cock as she worked on my nipple and Clara started lightly tickling my egg with her fingertips. After about a minute of this, I shot my cargo all over my chest and belly. Clara went to put to work right away cleaning my pectus with her lingua. Monica was watching in amazement, but not moving. Clara reached over and put her script on the spinal column of Monica 's drumhead and guided her mouth to a puddle of my cum. She took a slight bit on her glossa then rolled it around in her mouth. In the adjacent moment, both girls were busily licking my chest and belly clean.

It was Monica 's spell to be in the middle next. I sucked her right titty into my sassing while Clara lunched on her left breast. Monica started to moan and rock her pelvis. It was then that I looked down and noticed Clara was fucking Monica 's puss with two fingers. I began passionately kissing Monica on the rim while rolling her compensate teat between my thumb and exponent digit. She let out a low moan, and her torso stiffened. I knew she just experienced an orgasm.

I moved from her sassing back down to carry on sucking Monica 's'right nipple. I closed my eyes and nestled my typeface close to her breast and gently sucked and rolled her pap in my mouthpiece. I felt movement from Clara and opened my centre in clock time to see her insert two wet finger's breadth into Monica 's mouth ; the same two wet fingers she had been fucking Monica'pussy with. Monica licked and sucked Clara 's fingers clean. I got an quick hard-on. I had to set about slowly stroking my turncock. I watched as Clara slowly kissed her way down Monica 's stomach. Monica opened her legs wide enough to give full access to her private parts. Clara licked the inside of Monica 's rightfulness 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 elbow grease to push her away.

Clara took her thumb and spread the lips of Monica 's cunt. She ran her tongue up and down the unruffled pink walls of her vagina before latching onto her clit. Monica jumped at the first contact but soon relaxed and started raising her coxa to meet Clara 's clapper. Clara began to lap and masticate on Monica 's clit eagerly. It did n't take foresightful for Monica 's 2d orgasm to shake up her whole body. As Monica recovers from her orgasm, Clara starts to clobber Monica's pussy, while rapidly rub Monica 's clit with two finger. Monica was moaning and writhing as she rushes headlong into her third magnificent coming. As soon as Monica was in the eye of her sexual climax, Clara shoves her middle finger up Monica 's tight little brown asshole. The resultant role were unbelievable. Monica starts trembling and shaking ; her torso is covered with goosebumps and a light sheen of sweat. She could n't appear to becharm her breather. Monica bolts upright in the bed and puts her workforce on each side of Clara 's face and pulls her into a passionate kiss. The kiss seems to last forever, and I was for certain Clara could find it throughout her whole physical structure because intimate fluids gush from her vagina. It had to have been one of the most marvellous orgasms Clara has ever experienced.

I tried to work my way back into the mix, but Clara and Monica immediately crawled into the 69 placement and began to devour each other 's pussy. I was enjoying the lesbian show so much I stroked my tool until I enjoyed two consecutive orgasms. Neither charwoman showed any sign of giving up the sexual grandeur they were both obviously experiencing. I watched for a spell longer then slipped off into a peaceful sleep. When I woke up the succeeding morning Clara and Monica were still snuggled in each 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 aid 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 adult female 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 foretell 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 number but got no solvent. At six XXX, I gave up and push back to a local fast nutrient restaurant for a cheeseburger and fries.

Saturday, I went for an former morning jog and showered before walking over to the refreshment dormitory to mark off the bulletin add-in for any special events. All I found there were dozens of old Lady playing wag, or checkers, or reading books. I could n't find Clara anywhere. I decide to pay a surprise sojourn to my youngest girl and grandchildren. I returned to 'The Meadows'around nine thirty Sun night completely wore out from the grandchildren. I showered and fell fast asleep.

Mon morning time, I went for my usual jog, hoping to see Monica. When she was a nonattender, I went habitation and showered before going to the recreation hall to check the bulletin panel. The first thing on the board to catch my eye was an flat emptiness that just came uncommitted. I went to the office to see who was leaving 'The Meadows'. I was told no one was leaving. Monica had decided to devote up her apartment and move in with Clara. I felt a nautical mile in my stomach. I had a distinct feeling that Clara and Monica would no longer be needing me to fulfill their sexual needs. I was sad and despondent all week. Saturday Nox I had recovered enough to drag myself down to the hebdomadary terpsichore. I did n't see Monica or Clara there. The dance just was n't the Saami happy place it once was. I decided to leave. As I made my way to the door, I saw her.

She was a tall strawberry mark blond that stood a promontory taller than the cleaning lady she was huddled with. She looked to be 5'10 '' 135 pounds with jet eyes that pierced my soul. This womanhood 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 dance floor toward her, she continued to speak with women around her. She would see up episodic to monitor my localisation. My heart was doing toss as I practiced what I was going to say to her. Everything that came to mind fathom clumsy and amateurish. I felt like an awkward 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 public figure was Pricilla, but her friends called her Prissy. I took her hand and led her onto the dance floor. We spent the rest of the evening in each other 's sleeve. When the terpsichore was over, I walked her back to her flat and thanked her for a marvelous evening