I'm a 59-year-old retired police investigator who enjoys extreme jogging, reading mystery novels, listening to medicine and dance. 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 heterosexual person. I have a degree in felon justice, politics, and economics. I'm obsessed with running and physical fitness.

After my retirement from the police department and the release of my married woman, I moved into a Retirement small town out in the southwest. If you think old people do n't enjoy sex, you are mistaken. I'm currently single. My most late quixotic relationship was Katelyn, my deceased wife who was the same age as me. She 's been gone three year, and I miss her very a good deal. My considerably admirer is a retired municipal judge named Leslie Howard Stainer Captain James Cook. We get on well most of the time when we are not arguing politics. I also hang around with Gordon Thomas and Milford Billy Graham. They are both retired bull, and we enjoy cycling together.

Physically, I'm is in pretty good shape. I'm tall with tan cutis, Gray tomentum and Blue heart. I grew up in a middle-class neighborhood. My father was a police policeman like myself. He died in the line of tariff when I was youth. I was raised by my mother who was a registered nurse.

I have been a widower for the past three years. My outset year living alone I knocked around in my big vacate two-story, four-bedroom home located in an upscale neighborhood. My two daughter, Karenic and Susan, kept close down tabs on me. They worried I was n't eating right and taking care of myself correctly. I received headphone outcry every day from them checking to see if I was taking my medication, eating properly and getting enough remainder. I appreciated their fear, 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 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 conduct the invariant attending, so I moved in with Susan, my new. Susan and her hubby mike have four new baby, and I was definitely interfering with their kinfolk routine ; not to bring up the wear and teardrop on my nerves. I decided, for the sake of everyone 's sanity, it would be better for all if I moved into a retreat village where I could fall out with the great unwashed my own age. I chose 'The hayfield'because I was able-bodied to experience my own one-bedroom apartment complete with kitchen and washables room.

'The hayfield'was built around a golf game course and various minuscule lakes. I think the tally acreage was around three thousand. There were other amenities such as a gym, hiking and jogging trails, recreation hall, a movie theatre, bowling lanes, support groups, social groups and exceptional effect. The small town was made up of both married duo and singles. A little more than half were get hitched with distich. Of the 1 residents, three quartern were single widow and the residuum single widowers like me. The ace women more than outnumbered the single men.

My start 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 linguistic communication, sailing and horse racing. She is energetic and smart, but can also be very selfish and a bit standoffish. She is a liberated woman who defines herself as bisexual. She was prompt to tell apart me she was bi-sexual when I noticed her eyeing other women. She has a degree in philosophy, politics, and economics.

Physically, Monica is in well shape. She is fair height with a medium complexion, chestnut hair's-breadth, and green optic. She is a young-looking woman with an athletic body. I would say she was 5'4 '', 110 pounds. It is obvious she takes great pridefulness in her appearance. She could easily pass for a cleaning woman in her forties.

Monica has lived at 'The Meadows'for a year. The morning we met, we spent five hr talking, walking and generally getting to know one another. Those five time of day 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 Fatherhood was a prominent criminal defence attorney, and her mother was a socialite. Her don died fifteen years ago of a heart onrush while she was on holiday at Disney World with her two teenage children. 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's law firm. He was killed two days ago when a drunk driver slammed into his car on a rain-slick road. Monica had two children with husband Chester A. Arthur : Alannah now aged 28 and Kristin aged 32. They are both happily married with Cy Young children.

Monica turned out to be an excellent Captain James Cook. I brought a bottle of wine, 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 values. In cattiness of that, I was able to cop a feeling of her breast before the even was over. We agreed to see each former 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 3rd date, Monica finally allowed me to fondle and draw her naked chest. I was not used to moving that slowly, but I felt obliged to respect Monica 's wishes. I knew that in meter I could eventually entice her into my bed.

Each Sat night the Retirement small town holds a saltation for the occupier. I invited Monica, but she told me she was spending the weekend with her girl, Kristin and her three Whitney Moore Young Jr. grandchildren. I decided to go to the terpsichore alone. There were various attractive widows at the weekly saltation and only a hand full of undivided men. One particular widow caught my attention. I ask her to trip the light fantastic toe, and she accepted my invitation.

Her epithet was Clara Blurton, and she is also 59 class old, but looked 15 years younger. She grew up in an upper-middle-class neighborhood. Her dad was a doctor, and her female parent was a high schooling biology teacher. She is well educated and energetic. Clara is above average-height with a medium complexion, an oval face, long blond hair that 's sleek on top with waves that fall below her shoulder joint and sparkling fleeceable optic. She was a tall, slender fair sex with a well-proportioned torso due mainly to aerobics classes. I guessed her height to be about 5'7 '' and maybe weighing 115 pounds.

She was a pull away baby psychologist, and she had been married to Thomas Blurton, a successful civil locomotive engineer. Seth Thomas died in 2014 at age 61 when a recently constructed span collapsed while he was inspecting it. Clara and her husband never had any children of their own, so when doubting Thomas died, she found herself lonely and a little depressed.

We danced together the whole night. I 'm in pretty good flesh, but Clara loves aerobics and danced roundabout around me. I walked Clara back to her apartment, and she invited me in for a nightcap. I do n't call up how many nightcaps we had, but we woke up naked in her bed around 10 William Ashley Sunday morning. As it turns out, Clara loves practically everything about sex, and she did n't mind admitting it. She let me love that she was willing to try just about anything at least once. We showered together then went out for Sun brunch.

Monica returned to 'The hayfield'around six o'clock Billy 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 family but was glad to get back to her formula routine. She told me that she had thought about me the unhurt weekend and looked forward to spending more time with me. We met the next morning for a jog and then a brightness breakfast. When I returned to my flat, I had a message to shout out Clara. Since both Clara and Monica live in 'The hayfield', I did n't see any possibleness of keeping it a private 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 hold to choose between the two of them. It would be a hard determination to produce. I called Clara and invited her to dinner. I told her I had soul I wanted her to fit. She was puzzled but agreed to come. I immediately called Monica and extended the same invitation. They agreed to meet me at my apartment 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 friends and continue to enjoy each other 's company. I was banking on the fact that the unity woman at 'The Meadows'outnumbered the single men by at least three to one. It took a minute, but their desire to defend off loneliness won out, and they agreed to let me date them both.

The sex was skilful than I ever dreamed. The two fair sex sort of got into rivalry with each other over pleasing me. Monica not only agreed to pop having sex with me, she often became the initiator of our sexual venture. It was missionary style only with no viva sex, but at least 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 rosy man.

If I did induce to select between the two, it would be challenging because Monica was an excellent cook, but hesitant when it came to sexual exploration. However, Clara was n't much of a cook but loved zippo better than to fuck my brains out. She was totally uninhibited when it came to trying new things during sex. We fell into a mutually agreeable modus operandi of sharing me. One Night I would have a dinner fit for a power at Monica 's apartment followed by a roll in the hammock with her. And the next night at Clara 's I would consume a mediocre dinner followed by uninhabited sex. I was having sex like I was the master of a sporting lady house. I had the best of both humanity ; good intellectual nourishment and good sex.

Every once in a while, I would intentionally spend two nights in a bun at Clara 's house just to chivvy Monica. She soon got the message and decided she should start having less restrained sex with me if she expected to hold back 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 outperform the other. Monica finally gave me a cock sucking and let me feel her cunt and lick her thighs, but when I tried to put my back talk 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 convert her thinking.

One-night Clara started to breastfeed my nipples and lightly tickle my balls at the same time. It brought back memories of my college Clarence Day. I found the sensation to be so enjoyable, I almost orgasm while she did it. I reciprocated by nibbling and sucking on Clara 's clit, I could feel her body stiffen and started to orgasm. On a whim, 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 phone that sounded somewhat like a pocket-sized dog barking. She started gushing kitty juice all over my face and chest. This was the number 1 time I had ever been with a water gun. I liked It ! I could n't waitress to tell Monica about it, but to my amazement, Clara told her about it before I had the chance. I guess it had made a more substantial impression on Clara than I first thought.

The future time I was making erotic love with Monica I noticed she was more antsy and anxious. Her breathing was short and scratchy. I licked down her impart thigh, and as I was licking my way back up the compensate second joint ; I felt her hand on the back of my promontory guiding me to her kitty-cat. I clamped down on her button, and she started thrashing about so wildly, I was having trouble maintaining inter-group communication. Within in arcminute, she was Cumming knockout than she had in her unanimous lifespan. When she finally came down from her luxuriously, she put her hands on each side of my look and pulled me into the most passionate buss I had ever experienced. I don't know what caused Monica to vary, but she was finally letting herself escape her strong traditional economic value and was now enjoying wilderness, uninhibited raw sex.

Since the Lady were getting along so well together and not showing any outward-bound signs of green-eyed monster, I started inviting them both to attach to me to events like the movie, to bowling, to local anaesthetic restaurants, and all the Sabbatum dark dancing. We were all one big happy family. After our night out, we would all generate to the apartment of the one I did n't plan to slumber with that Nox. We would enjoy a nightcap or two then I would motivate on to the residence of my intended sex partner 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 meadow'.

Monica and Clara became such good friends, they began going on shopping fling together at the local Mall. In fact, they started spending more and more fourth dimension 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 moment, 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 picture show at 'The hayfield', Clara suggested we all go to the local anaesthetic Cinema in Town. We all agreed and piled into my car. As I might have expected, Clara had just the movie she thought we would relish. The film turned out to be an grownup movie with loads of nudity and some of the most explicate sex scenes I have ever seen on the big sieve. When we left the dramaturgy, I trailed behind the girls trying to hide my massive erection. As we were settling into my car, Clara announced that the movie had her panty soaking wet. And to my surprise, Monica chimed in that her panties were also soaking wet.

When we arrived at Monica 's apartment, the girls were still talking about the assorted sex vista that had turned them on, and I still had a raging erection. I settled on the sofa next to Clara while Monica fixed us all an surplus inviolable nightcap. I was no longer trying to hide my hard-on. Monica slid onto the couch on my former side, and we continued chattering about the movie. There was a span of lesbian conniption in the plastic film, and both adult female seemed giddy when they discussed them. Monica continued delivering the nightcaps. I would alternate between kissing Clara then Monica. Then out of the blue devil, Clara suggested we all spend the Night together, and without another word of honor, Monica took my hand and led us to her bedroom. In to a lesser extent 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 clash I had while in college. I was at a fraternity house, naked in bed with two youth coeds. One of the coeds asked me if I had ever experienced `` pap Adam ''. 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 turns stroking my rooster. I recalled how pleasant it had been and I suggested to Clara and Monica we give a try. Clara locked onto my justly tit immediately, and Monica followed by sucking my left pap 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 minute of this, I shot my load all over my dresser and belly. Clara went to work right away cleaning my chest with her natural language. Monica was watching in amazement, but not moving. Clara reached over and put her hand on the book binding of Monica 's head and guided her mouthpiece to a puddle of my cum. She took a little bit on her tongue then rolled it around in her sass. In the next mo, both girls were busily licking my bureau and belly clean.

It was Monica 's twist to be in the middle future. I sucked her right chest into my mouth while Clara lunched on her left knocker. Monica started to moan and rock her articulatio coxae. It was then that I looked down and mark Clara was fucking Monica 's cunt with two fingers. I began passionately kissing Monica on the lips while rolling her right nipple between my thumb and forefinger finger. She let out a low moan, and her body stiffened. I knew she just experienced an orgasm.

I moved from her lips back down to go along sucking Monica 's'right on teat. I closed my eyes and nestled my face close to her tit and gently sucked and rolled her pap in my mouth. I felt cause from Clara and opened my oculus in meter to see her insert two wet digit into Monica 's mouth ; the Saame two wet digit she had been fucking Monica'pussy with. Monica licked and sucked Clara 's digit clean. I got an immediate hard-on. I had to start out slowly stroking my cock. I watched as Clara slowly kissed her way down Monica 's stomach. Monica opened her legs wide enough to collapse full memory access to her private parts. Clara licked the inside of Monica 's right thigh down to her knee then switched over to her give second joint and worked back up. When she neared Monica 's vagina, I noticed Monica made no effort to bear on her away.

Clara took her thumbs and spread the brim of Monica 's pussy. She ran her tongue up and down the smooth pink walls of her vagina before latching onto her clit. Monica jumped at the inaugural touch but soon relaxed and started raising her hip to conform to Clara 's knife. Clara began to lap and manducate on Monica 's clit eagerly. It did n't take long for Monica 's bit orgasm to sway her hale body. As Monica recovers from her sexual climax, Clara starts to lick Monica's twat, while rapidly rub Monica 's button with two fingers. Monica was moaning and writhing as she rushes headlong into her tierce magnificent sexual climax. As soon as Monica was in the middle of her orgasm, Clara shoves her center finger up Monica 's blotto little brown bunghole. The results were unbelievable. Monica starts trembling and shaking ; her body is covered with goosebump and a sparkle sheen of swither. She could n't seem to catch her breathing time. Monica deadbolt upright in the bed and puts her helping hand on each side of Clara 's grimace and pulls her into a passionate kiss. The kiss seems to last forever, and I was for sure Clara could palpate it throughout her unanimous body because sexual fluids blowup from her vagina. It had to have been one of the most fantastic orgasms Clara has ever experienced.

I tried to work on my way back into the mix, but Clara and Monica immediately crawled into the 69 place and began to down each other 's kitty-cat. I was enjoying the lesbian display so much I stroked my putz until I enjoyed two consecutive orgasms. Neither fair sex showed any foretoken of giving up the sexual splendor they were both obviously experiencing. I watched for a while longer then slipped off into a passive quietus. When I woke up the side by side 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 but think my initial suspicion about them and a lesbian affair 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 have sex 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 yell Monica. She answers on the third mob and offers her excuse 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 push back to a local fasting food eating place for a cheeseburger and fries.

Saturday, I went for an other morning jog and showered before walking over to the recreation Marguerite Radclyffe Hall to checker the bulletin board for any peculiar events. All I found there were dozens of old ladies playing cards, or checkers, or reading books. I could n't find Clara anywhere. I decide to pay a surprisal visit to my youngest girl and grandchildren. I returned to 'The Meadows'around nine thirty Sunday Night completely wore out from the grandchildren. I showered and fell fast asleep.

Monday morning, I went for my usual jog, hoping to see Monica. When she was a truant, I went home and showered before going to the refreshment hall to ascertain the bulletin board. The showtime thing on the board to catch my eye was an apartment vacancy that just came available. I went to the business office to see who was leaving 'The Meadows'. I was told no one was leaving. Monica had decided to give up her apartment and move in with Clara. I felt a gnarl in my belly. I had a clear-cut feeling that Clara and Monica would no longer be needing me to carry through their intimate needs. I was sad and despondent all hebdomad. Saturday Night I had recovered enough to drag myself down to the weekly dancing. I did n't see Monica or Clara there. The dance just was n't the same felicitous place it once was. I decided to leave alone. As I made my way to the door, I saw her.

She was a tall hemangioma simplex blonde that stood a nous taller than the women she was huddled with. She looked to be 5'10 '' 135 British pound with green eye that pierced my soul. This cleaning lady had to be one of the most beautiful fauna I had ever seen in my life. She saw me about the Lapplander time I saw her. As I moved across the dance floor toward her, she continued to utter with women around her. She would see up episodic to monitor my location. My sum was doing flips as I practiced what I was going to say to her. Everything that came to take care sounded clumsy and amateurish. I felt like an awkward teenager.

I walked up to her and said, `` Hi ! My name is Patrick Henry. Would you like to dance ? '' She smiled, nodded her chief affirmative and told me her name was Pricilla, but her acquaintance called her Prissy. I took her hand and led her onto the dance base. We spent the balance of the eve in each former 's branch. When the dance was over, I walked her back to her apartment and thanked her for a wonderful eventide