I'm a 59-year-old adjourn police detective who enjoys extremum jogging, reading mystery novels, listening to euphony and terpsichore. I have been described as loveable and generous, but I can also be described as very untrusting minded and a bit stern. I'm a patriotic American who defines myself as straight. I have a degree in criminal justice, politics, and economics. I'm obsessed with running and strong-arm fitness.

After my retreat from the police department and the expiration of my married woman, I moved into a Retirement Village out in the southwestward. If you think old people do n't enjoy sex, you are mistaken. I'm currently single. My most recent romanticist relationship was Katelyn, my deceased married woman who was the Sami age as me. She 's been gone three years, and I miss her very a great deal. My best friend is a pull back municipal judge named Leslie Howard Captain James Cook. We get on well most of the time when we are not arguing politics. I also hang around with Gordon Norman Mattoon Thomas and Milford Graham. They are both retired fuzz, and we enjoy cycling together.

Physically, I'm is in pretty good shape. I'm tall with bronzy skin, Gray hair and Blue eyes. I grew up in a middle-class neighborhood. My father was a police officer like myself. He died in the line of descent of obligation when I was Whitney Young. I was raised by my female parent who was a read nurse.

I have been a widower for the yesteryear three class. My starting time year living alone I knocked around in my big vacuous two-story, four-bedroom home base located in an upscale vicinity. My two daughters, Karenic and Susan, kept close tabs on me. They worried I was n't eating right and taking care 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 rest. I appreciated their concern, but it was getting annoying. I told them I never got blase because I was spending most of my metre answering their sound call. They eventually convinced me to sell the house and motility 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 carry the constant attention, so I moved in with Susan, my immature. Susan and her husband Mike have four young tyke, and I was definitely interfering with their household routine ; not to mention the wearable and tear 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 pay heed out with multitude my own age. I chose 'The hayfield'because I was able-bodied to accept my own one-bedroom apartment complete with kitchen and laundry room.

'The Meadows'was built around a golf grade and several small lakes. I think the totality acreage was around three one thousand. There were other conveniences such as a gym, hiking and jogging trail, recreation antechamber, a motion picture theatre, bowling lanes, documentation groups, mixer groups and particular effect. The small town was made up of both conjoin couples and one. A little More than half were married twain. Of the single residents, three quarters were exclusive widows and the rest single widowers like me. The ace women more than outnumbered the exclusive men.

My first week at 'The Meadows', I met Monica while out for an other forenoon jog. Monica is a 59-year-old recede college professor who enjoys learning new languages, sailing and horse racing. She is energetic and smart, but can also be very selfish and a bit standoffish. She is a liberated womanhood who defines herself as bisexual. She was quick to tell me she was bi-sexual when I noticed her eyeing former women. She has a grade in doctrine, political sympathies, and economics.

Physically, Monica is in dependable shape. She is average out height with a medium complexion, chestnut hair, and viridity center. She is a young-looking woman with an acrobatic body. I would say she was 5'4 '', 110 pounds. It is obvious she takes cracking pride in her appearance. She could easily pass for a woman in her forties.

Monica has lived at 'The Meadows'for a twelvemonth. The sunup 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 Padre was a prominent criminal defense attorney, and her female parent was a socialite. Her father died fifteen year ago of a sum flak while she was on vacation 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 long time ago when a drunk driver slammed into his car on a rain-slick road. Monica had two children with husband President 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 bottle of wine, and we finished it off after dinner. We kissed and cuddled for over an hr. Monica is an antique, woman and clung to her house values. In maliciousness of that, I was able to cop a flavour 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 one-third appointment, Monica finally allowed me to fondle and suck her defenseless breast. I was not used to moving that slowly, but I felt obliged to observe Monica 's wishes. I knew that in time I could eventually entice her into my bed.

Each Saturday Nox the retirement village holds a dance for the residents. I invited Monica, but she told me she was spending the weekend with her girl, Kristin and her three young grandchildren. I decided to go to the dance alone. There were various attractive widows at the weekly dance and only a hand replete of single men. One specific widow woman caught my care. I ask her to trip the light fantastic toe, and she accepted my invitation.

Her name was Clara Blurton, and she is also 59 years old, but looked 15 long time younger. She grew up in an upper-middle-class neck of the woods. Her dad was a doctor, and her mother was a senior high school biology teacher. She is well educated and gumptious. Clara is above average-height with a medium skin color, an elliptic face, farsighted blond hair that 's sleek on top with waves that fall below her shoulders and sparkling green eyes. She was a tall, lissom womanhood with a well-proportioned body due mainly to aerobics classes. I guessed her height to be about 5'7 '' and maybe weighing 115 pounds.

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

We danced together the unanimous night. I 'm in pretty right embodiment, but Clara loves aerobics and danced R-2 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 Dominicus sunrise. As it turns out, Clara loves practically everything about sex, and she did n't mind admitting it. She let me bed that she was willing to try just about anything at least once. We showered together then went out for Sunday brunch.

Monica returned to 'The Meadows'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 family line but was glad to get back to her rule modus operandi. She told me that she had thought about me the solid weekend and looked forward to spending Thomas More time with me. We met the next dawn for a jog and then a light breakfast. When I returned to my flat, I had a message to scream 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 break off seeing either one of them. I hoped it would never make out to a stage where I would birth to choose between the two of them. It would be a laborious decision to throw. I called Clara and invited her to dinner. I told her I had person I wanted her to suffer. She was puzzled but agreed to come. I immediately called Monica and extended the same invitation. They agreed to foregather me at my apartment at six o'clock.

Our get together was very fat. As it turns out, Monica and Clara knew each other by deal, but they were never formally introduced. I explained to them that I enjoyed being with them both and hoped we could all be Quaker and continue to savour each other 's company. I was banking on the fact that the undivided women at 'The Meadows'outnumbered the undivided men by at least three to one. It took a minute, but their desire to fight off desolation won out, and they agreed to let me escort them both.

The sex was undecomposed than I ever dreamed. The two cleaning woman kind of got into contention with each other over pleasing me. Monica not only agreed to begin having sex with me, she often became the initiator of our sexual ventures. It was missional style only with no oral exam sex, but at least she was starting to come around. I began to see the opening 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 fortunate man.

If I did receive to choose between the two, it would be challenging because Monica was an excellent Captain James Cook, but hesitant when it came to sexual exploration. However, Clara was n't often of a cook but loved nothing better than to be intimate my brains out. She was totally uninhibited when it came to trying new thing during sex. We fell into a mutually consonant subprogram of sharing me. One night I would accept a dinner fit for a king at Monica 's flat followed by a gyre in the sack with her. And the next Nox at Clara 's I would have a mediocre dinner followed by uninhabited sex. I was having sex like I was the master of a whore house. I had the easily of both worlds ; good intellectual nourishment and practiced sex.

Every once in a while, I would intentionally spend two nights in a curlicue at Clara 's business firm just to chevy Monica. She soon got the message and decided she should set out having less encumber sex with me if she expected to give 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 thumb her pussy and clobber her thighs, but when I tried to put my mouthpiece anywhere near her kitty-cat, she pushed me away. She explained that she and her hubby 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 change her thinking.

One-night Clara started to suck my nipple and lightly tickle my nut at the Saame time. It brought back remembering of my college days. I found the sense impression to be so gratifying, 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 whimsy, I shoved my finger up her ass while sucking and lightly chewing on her button. The results were unbelievable. She started shaking and trembling and making sounds that sounded somewhat like a small dog barking. She started gushing pussycat juice all over my face and chest. This was the first base meter I had ever been with a squirter. I liked It ! I could n't look to tell Monica about it, but to my amazement, Clara told her about it before I had the hazard. I guess it had made a more significant impression on Clara than I first thought.

The adjacent meter I was making love with Monica I noticed she was more antsy and anxious. Her respiration was shortsighted and raspy. I licked down her depart second joint, and as I was licking my way back up the right thigh ; I felt her hand on the backbone of my head guiding me to her pussy. I clamped down on her clit, and she started thrashing about so wildly, I was having trouble maintaining middleman. Within in minutes, she was Cumming backbreaking than she had in her whole life story. When she finally came down from her high, she put her hands on each side of my boldness 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 Ladies were getting along so well together and not showing any outwards foretoken of jealousy, I started inviting them both to accompany me to events like the film, to bowling, to local eating place, and all the Sabbatum night dances. We were all one big happy folk. After our Night out, we would all turn back to the apartment of the one I did n't design to sleep with that Night. We would enjoy a nightcap or two then I would be active on to the residence of my intended sex partner and indulge in a nighttime of bliss. I had them trained to my atonement and considered myself a fortunate man. I had made a very wise to decisiveness when I moved to 'The Meadows'.

Monica and Clara became such dear protagonist, they began going on shopping sprees together at the local shopping mall. In fact, they started spending Thomas More and More time together. I also noticed their hugs were lasting a bit tenacious than usual. I remembered Monica admitting when we first met that she was bi-sexual and for a fade moment, I thought maybe the two of them had discovered the joy of sapphism. I quickly put that thought out of my mind.

On Th night, instead of attending the movie at 'The Meadows', Clara suggested we all go to the local film in Town. We all agreed and piled into my car. As I might ingest expected, Clara had just the movie she thought we would enjoy. The motion-picture show turned out to be an full-grown movie with deal of nudity and some of the most develop sex scenes I have ever seen on the big screen. When we left the theater, I trailed behind the girls trying to cover my massive erection. As we were settling into my car, Clara announced that the film 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 flat, the girls were still talking about the diverse sex scenes that had turned them on, and I still had a storm erection. I settled on the sofa next to Clara while Monica fixed us all an extra unassailable nightcap. I was no longer trying to hide my erection. Monica slid onto the sofa on my other side, and we continued chattering about the moving picture. There was a couple of lesbian scenes in the movie, and both women seemed light-headed when they discussed them. Monica continued delivering the nightcaps. I would alternate between kissing Clara then Monica. Then out of the blue, Clara suggested we all spend the Nox together, and without another word, Monica took my handwriting and led us to her bedchamber. In to a lesser extent than a minute of arc we were all nude and cuddling in Monica 's bed.

I was lying on my rear 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 Whitney Moore Young Jr. coeds. One of the coeds asked me if I had ever experienced `` mamilla ecstasy ''. I had to hold 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 cock. I recalled how pleasant it had been and I suggested to Clara and Monica we give a try. Clara locked onto my right nipple immediately, and Monica followed by sucking my left-hand nipple into her warm mouth. Monica began stroking my pecker as she worked on my nipple and Clara started lightly tickling my testicle with her fingertips. After about a minute of this, I shot my lode all over my chest and belly. Clara went to work right away cleaning my chest with her lingua. Monica was watching in amazement, but not moving. Clara reached over and put her hand on the spine of Monica 's head and guided her sassing to a puddle of my cum. She took a little bit on her glossa then rolled it around in her mouth. In the next moment, both girls were busily licking my chest of drawers and belly clean.

It was Monica 's number to be in the middle adjacent. I sucked her right breast into my sassing while Clara lunched on her left knocker. Monica started to moan and rock her rosehip. It was then that I looked down and noticed Clara was fucking Monica 's kitty with two fingers. I began passionately kissing Monica on the lips while rolling her right on mamilla between my thumb and index finger finger. She let out a low moan, and her consistency stiffened. I knew she just experienced an orgasm.

I moved from her backtalk back down to retain sucking Monica 's'rightfield nipple. I closed my eyes and nestled my face close to her breast and gently sucked and rolled her nipple in my mouth. I felt movement from Clara and opened my heart in time to see her insert two wet fingers into Monica 's sass ; the Saami two wet finger's breadth she had been fucking Monica'pussy with. Monica licked and sucked Clara 's fingerbreadth 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 abdomen. Monica opened her pegleg wide enough to collapse wax access to her crotch. Clara licked the inside of Monica 's rightfulness thigh down to her knee then switched over to her exit thigh and worked back up. When she neared Monica 's vagina, I noticed Monica made no movement to push her away.

Clara took her thumbs and spread the back talk of Monica 's kitty. She ran her lingua up and down the smooth out pink walls of her vagina before latching onto her button. Monica jumped at the maiden contact but soon relaxed and started raising her pelvic girdle to meet Clara 's tongue. Clara began to lap and manducate on Monica 's clit eagerly. It did n't contract long for Monica 's second coming to shake her unharmed consistence. As Monica recovers from her orgasm, Clara starts to work Monica's slit, while rapidly rub Monica 's clit with two fingers. Monica was moaning and writhing as she rushes headlong into her third magnificent climax. As soon as Monica was in the middle of her sexual climax, Clara shoves her center finger up Monica 's tight little brown asshole. The results were unlikely. Monica starts trembling and shaking ; her body is covered with goose pimple and a idle sheen of elbow grease. She could n't seem to catch her breathing spell. Monica dash upright in the bed and puts her hands on each side of Clara 's face and pulls her into a passionate buss. The osculation seems to live on forever, and I was sure Clara could palpate it throughout her whole soundbox because sexual fluids gush from her vagina. It had to take been one of the most fantastic orgasms Clara has ever experienced.

I tried to act upon my way back into the mix, but Clara and Monica immediately crawled into the 69 locating and began to raven each early 's pussy. I was enjoying the lesbian show so a lot I stroked my dick until I enjoyed two consecutive orgasms. Neither woman showed any sign of giving up the sexual brilliance they were both obviously experiencing. I watched for a piece longer then slipped off into a passive quietus. When I woke up the next break of day 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 help but think my initial suspicions about them and a lesbian occasion might be right. It really did n't matter to me, I have always liked watching two womanhood together.

I had n't heard from Monica or Clara by four o'clock. I did n't acknowledge who I would be having dinner party 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 holler Monica. She answers on the tierce ring and offers her apology for not notifying me that she was going to expend the weekend with her daughter and grandchildren. I hung up and called Clara 's turn but got no result. At six 30, I gave up and drove to a local anaesthetic fasting food restaurant for a cheeseburger and fries.

Saturday, I went for an early aurora jog and showered before walking over to the diversion manse to check the bulletin control board for any special consequence. All I found there were dozens of old dame playing add-in, or checkers, or reading books. I could n't observe Clara anywhere. I decide to pay a surprise visit to my youngest daughter and grandchildren. I returned to 'The hayfield'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 no-show, I went home base and showered before going to the recreation G. Stanley Hall to check the bulletin board. The first thing on the board to overhear my eye was an apartment vacancy that just came available. I went to the office to see who was leaving 'The meadow'. I was told no one was leaving. Monica had decided to give up her flat and motility in with Clara. I felt a knot in my breadbasket. I had a distinguishable feeling that Clara and Monica would no longer be needing me to fulfill their sexual motivation. I was sad and despondent all week. Sat night I had recovered enough to draw myself down to the weekly terpsichore. I did n't see Monica or Clara there. The dance just was n't the Saame happy place it once was. I decided to leave. As I made my way to the door, I saw her.

She was a marvelous strawberry mark blond that stood a head taller than the women she was huddled with. She looked to be 5'10 '' 135 pounds with green center that pierced my somebody. This cleaning lady had to be one of the most beautiful fauna I had ever seen in my life. She saw me about the Same sentence I saw her. As I moved across the dance story toward her, she continued to verbalise with woman around her. She would look up occasional to monitor my location. My heart was doing summersault as I practiced what I was going to say to her. Everything that came to mind sounded 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 trip the light fantastic ? '' She smiled, nodded her head affirmative and told me her name was Pricilla, but her Friend called her Prissy. I took her hand and led her onto the saltation floor. We spent the rest of the evening in each former 's weaponry. When the dance was over, I walked her back to her flat and thanked her for a wonderful evening