I'm a 59-year-old crawl in police police detective who enjoys extreme jogging, reading mystery novels, listening to music and dancing. I have been described as loveable and generous, but I can also be described as very fishy minded and a bit stern. I'm a Patriotic American who defines myself as straight. I have a stage in criminal justice, politics, and political economy. I'm obsessed with running and physical fitness.

After my retirement from the police department and the pass of my wife, I moved into a retreat small town out in the southwestern United States. If you think old people do n't enjoy sex, you are mistaken. I'm currently unmarried. My most recent romantic relationship was Katelyn, my deceased wife who was the same age as me. She 's been gone three years, and I miss her very much. My best friend is a hit the sack municipal jurist named Leslie Howard Stainer cook. We get on well well-nigh of the metre when we are not arguing political sympathies. I also hang around with Gordon Thomas and Milford Graham. They are both retired cop, and we enjoy cycling together.

Physically, I'm is in pretty good contour. I'm tall with bronze skin, Gray whisker and Blue eyes. I grew up in a middle-class vicinity. My don was a constabulary ship's officer like myself. He died in the line of duty when I was young. I was raised by my female parent who was a record nurse.

I have been a widowman for the past three years. 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 finis tabs on me. They worried I was n't eating right and taking forethought of myself correctly. I received phone shout every day from them checking to see if I was taking my medication, eating properly and getting enough rest. I appreciated their business concern, but it was getting annoying. I told them I never got bored because I was spending most of my sentence answering their earphone calls. They eventually convinced me to deal the house and move in with one of them.

I moved in with Karen for a twelvemonth, but she drove me crazy fussing over me day in and day out. I could n't read the constant attention, so I moved in with Susan, my young. Susan and her married man Mike have four Lester Willis Young tiddler, and I was definitely interfering with their family routine ; not to mention the article of clothing 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 retirement small town where I could advert out with the great unwashed my own age. I chose 'The Meadows'because I was able to throw my own one-bedroom apartment complete with kitchen and laundry room.

'The hayfield'was built around a golf trend and respective belittled lakes. I think the add together acreage was around three thousand. There were early amenity such as a gym, hiking and jogging trails, recreation mansion, a moving picture theatre, bowling lanes, backup groups, social groups and special events. The village was made up of both marry couples and 1. A little to a greater extent than one-half were married couples. Of the I residents, three twenty-five percent were single widow and the relaxation single widowman like me. The single women more than outnumbered the single men.

My first workweek at 'The Meadows', I met Monica while out for an early morning jog. Monica is a 59-year-old retired college professor who enjoys learning new terminology, sailing and horse racing. She is energetic and impudent, but can also be very selfish and a bit standoffish. She is a liberated cleaning lady who defines herself as bisexual. She was flying to recite me she was bi-sexual when I noticed her eyeing other cleaning woman. She has a level in philosophy, government, and economics.

Physically, Monica is in thoroughly configuration. She is median height with a medium skin colour, chestnut hair, and greens eye. She is a young-looking woman with an athletic eubstance. I would say she was 5'4 '', 110 Syrian pound. It is obvious she takes smashing pride in her appearance. She could easily pass for a adult female in her forties.

Monica has lived at 'The meadow'for a class. The sunup we met, we spent five hours talking, walking and generally getting to fuck 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 moneyed neighbourhood. Her father was a outstanding criminal defense attorney, and her mother was a socialite. Her Church Father died fifteen years ago of a heart attack while she was on vacation at Walter Elias Disney populace with her two teenage tike. He died while arguing a high-profile case in court.

She was married to President Arthur Charley Jay Cooke who was also an lawyer in her father's law firm. He was killed two twelvemonth ago when a drunk number one wood slammed into his car on a rain-slick road. Monica had two children with husband 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 vino, and we finished it off after dinner party. We kissed and cuddled for over an hour. Monica is an old-fashioned, woman and clung to her house values. In nastiness of that, I was able-bodied to cop a tactile property of her breast before the evening was over. We agreed to see each other again, but Monica asks that I take it a bit deadening. I think I upset her by being too hands-on during our first-class honours degree date. However, on our third gear engagement, Monica finally allowed me to fondle and suck her naked boob. I was not used to moving that slowly, but I felt obliged to honour Monica 's wishes. I knew that in time I could eventually entice her into my bed.

Each Saturday night the Retirement Village holds a terpsichore for the occupant. I invited Monica, but she told me she was spending the weekend with her daughter, Kristin and her three youth grandchildren. I decided to go to the dance alone. There were several attractive widow at the weekly dance and only a hand full of single men. One detail widow caught my attention. I ask her to trip the light fantastic, and she accepted my invitation.

Her gens was Clara Blurton, and she is also 59 eld old, but looked 15 years younger. She grew up in an upper-middle-class neighbourhood. Her dad was a MD, and her female parent was a luxuriously school biology teacher. She is well educated and energetic. Clara is above average-height with a medium skin color, an oval face, long blond hair's-breadth that 's silken on top with waves that fall below her articulatio humeri and sparkling Green center. She was a tall, slender woman with a well-proportioned organic structure due mainly to aerobics class. I guessed her altitude to be about 5'7 '' and maybe weighing 115 pounds.

She was a retired tyke psychologist, and she had been married to Saint Thomas Blurton, a successful civil applied scientist. Lowell 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 nestling of their own, so when Thomas died, she found herself lonely and a trivial depressed.

We danced together the whole dark. I 'm in pretty skillful figure, but Clara loves aerobic exercise and danced band 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 break of day. As it turns out, Clara loves practically everything about sex, and she did n't heed admitting it. She let me cognize that she was unforced to try just about anything at least once. We showered together then went out for Sunday brunch.

Monica returned to 'The hayfield'around six o'clock Dominicus eve 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 class but was glad to get back to her pattern turn. She told me that she had thought about me the whole weekend and looked forward to spending more time with me. We met the next morning for a jog and then a light breakfast. When I returned to my apartment, I had a content to shout out Clara. Since both Clara and Monica live in 'The Meadows', I did n't see any possibility of keeping it a hidden that I was seeing them both. I didn't want to break off seeing either one of them. I hoped it would never derive to a item where I would have to choose between the two of them. It would be a punishing conclusion to make. I called Clara and invited her to dinner. I told her I had someone I wanted her to meet. She was puzzled but agreed to get along. I immediately called Monica and extended the same invitation. They agreed to meet me at my apartment at six o'clock.

Our meeting was very productive. As it turns out, Monica and Clara knew each former 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 friends and continue to enjoy each other 's fellowship. I was banking on the fact that the single women at 'The Meadows'outnumbered the ace men by at to the lowest degree three to one. It took a moment, but their desire to fight off loneliness won out, and they agreed to let me particular date them both.

The sex was better than I ever dreamed. The two char variety of got into competition with each other over pleasing me. Monica not only agreed to start out having sex with me, she often became the initiator of our sexual ventures. It was missioner style only with no oral sex, but at least she was starting to come around. I began to see the possibility of turning this into a competition between the two char. Monica was still a bit suppress 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 first-class cook, but hesitant when it came to sexual geographic expedition. However, Clara was n't much of a Captain James Cook but loved nothing better than to bonk my brains out. She was totally uninhibited when it came to trying new things during sex. We fell into a mutually agreeable bit of sharing me. One nighttime I would have a dinner fit for a king at Monica 's flat followed by a roll in the discharge with her. And the side by side dark at Clara 's I would receive a mediocre dinner party followed by uninhabited sex. I was having sex like I was the master of a fancy woman theater. I had the best of both worlds ; good food and secure sex.

Every once in a spell, I would intentionally pass two Night in a roll at Clara 's house just to provoke Monica. She soon got the message and decided she should depart having less moderate sex with me if she expected to hold my attention. I started sharing with Monica some of the matter 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 pussy and bat 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 metre being but started contemplating a way to deepen her thinking.

One-night Clara started to take up my nipples and lightly tickle my balls at the Same time. It brought back store of my college days. I found the sense to be so gratify, I almost orgasm while she did it. I reciprocated by nibbling and sucking on Clara 's clit, I could find her physical structure stiffen and started to orgasm. On a whim, I shoved my finger's breadth up her ass while sucking and lightly chewing on her clit. The termination were incredible. She started shaking and trembling and making sounds that sounded somewhat like a belittled dog barking. She started gushing pussy succus all over my face and chest. This was the firstly time I had ever been with a squirter. I liked It ! I could n't hold back 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 stamp on Clara than I first thought.

The next time I was making sexual love with Monica I noticed she was more antsy and anxious. Her breathing was inadequate and rough. I licked down her will thigh, and as I was licking my way back up the ripe thigh ; I felt her hand on the backbone of my heading guiding me to her pussy. I clamped down on her button, and she started thrashing about so wildly, I was having difficulty maintaining link. Within in minutes, she was Cumming severe than she had in her unit aliveness. When she finally came down from her high, she put her work force on each side of my face and pulled me into the most passionate osculation 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 noblewoman were getting along so well together and not showing any outward mark of jealousy, I started inviting them both to companion me to events like the motion-picture show, to bowling, to local restaurants, and all the Saturday nighttime dances. We were all one big happy category. After our night out, we would all come back to the apartment of the one I did n't plan to slumber with that night. We would enjoy a nightcap or two then I would displace on to the residence of my intended sex partner and indulge in a night of blissfulness. I had them trained to my satisfaction and considered myself a fortunate man. I had made a very judicious decision when I moved to 'The meadow'.

Monica and Clara became such goodness supporter, they began going on shopping fling together at the local shopping center. In fact, they started spending Sir Thomas More and more time together. I also noticed their hugs were lasting a bit longer than common. I remembered Monica admitting when we first met that she was bi-sexual and for a fleet 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 movie at 'The Meadows', Clara suggested we all go to the local 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 enjoy. The 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 cover. When we left the theater, I trailed behind the missy trying to hide my massive erection. As we were settling into my car, Clara announced that the pic 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 girls were still talking about the various sex scenes 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 extra impregnable nightcap. I was no longer trying to blot out my hard-on. Monica slid onto the couch on my early side, and we continued chattering about the movie. There was a couple of Lesbian shot in the movie, and both cleaning lady seemed giddy 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 night together, and without another news, Monica took my hand and led us to her bedroom. In lupus erythematosus than a minute we were all au naturel and cuddling in Monica 's bed.

I was lying on my rachis between to the two girls when I flashed back to an confrontation I had while in college. I was at a frat theatre, naked in bed with two young coeds. One of the coeds asked me if I had ever experienced `` nipple ecstasy ''. I had to admit I had never heard of it. The coeds each took one of my nipples into their oral cavity and started sucking and chewing on them while taking go 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 redress nipple immediately, and Monica followed by sucking my forget teat into her quick mouth. Monica began stroking my putz as she worked on my nipple and Clara started lightly tickling my balls with her fingertips. After about a minute of this, I shot my consignment all over my chest and belly. Clara went to exercise right away cleaning my breast with her tongue. Monica was watching in amazement, but not moving. Clara reached over and put her hand on the back of Monica 's head and guided her mouth to a pool of my cum. She took a little bit on her glossa then rolled it around in her oral cavity. In the adjacent bit, both girls were busily licking my chest and belly clean.

It was Monica 's turn to be in the middle adjacent. I sucked her flop white meat into my mouth while Clara lunched on her left titty. Monica started to moan and shake her hips. It was then that I looked down and remark Clara was fucking Monica 's pussy with two fingers. I began passionately kissing Monica on the lips while rolling her right nipple between my thumb and index 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 keep on sucking Monica 's'right 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 stick in two wet fingers into Monica 's back talk ; the same two wet fingers she had been fucking Monica'snatch with. Monica licked and sucked Clara 's finger clean. I got an straightaway erection. I had to begin slowly stroking my dick. I watched as Clara slowly kissed her way down Monica 's abdomen. Monica opened her legs wide enough to give wide-cut admittance to her crotch. Clara licked the interior of Monica 's right thigh down to her stifle then switched over to her left thigh and worked back up. When she neared Monica 's vagina, I noticed Monica made no effort to push her away.

Clara took her pollex and spread the lip of Monica 's pussy. She ran her spit up and down the fluent pink walls of her vagina before latching onto her clitoris. Monica jumped at the initiatory contact but soon relaxed and started raising her hips to meet Clara 's tongue. Clara began to lap and chew on Monica 's clit eagerly. It did n't subscribe tenacious for Monica 's back orgasm to didder her whole body. As Monica recovers from her orgasm, Clara starts to work Monica's kitty-cat, while rapidly rub Monica 's clit with two fingers. Monica was moaning and writhing as she rushes headlong into her thirdly magnificent orgasm. As soon as Monica was in the heart of her climax, Clara shoves her middle finger up Monica 's tight little brown asshole. The results were unlikely. Monica starts trembling and shaking ; her eubstance is covered with goosebumps and a light lustre of sudor. She could n't seem to catch her intimation. Monica bolts upright in the bed and puts her custody on each side of meat of Clara 's cheek and pulls her into a passionate kiss. The candy kiss seems to end forever, and I was for certain Clara could palpate it throughout her whole dead body because sexual fluids gush from her vagina. It had to have been one of the most fantastic orgasms Clara has ever experienced.

I tried to process my way back into the mix, but Clara and Monica immediately crawled into the 69 view and began to pig each other 's puss. I was enjoying the sapphic show so a good deal I stroked my cock until I enjoyed two consecutive orgasms. Neither womanhood showed any sign of giving up the intimate splendour they were both obviously experiencing. I watched for a piece longer then slipped off into a peaceful sleep. When I woke up the next break of day Clara and Monica were still snuggled in each other 's weapon. They were resting so serenely, I slid out of bed and quietly made my way back to my apartment. I could n't serve but guess my initial suspicions about them and a tribade function might be right. It really did n't thing 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 recognize 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 visit Monica. She answers on the third gang and offers her apology for not notifying me that she was going to spend the weekend with her daughter and grandchildren. I hung up and called Clara 's phone number but got no answer. At six 30, I gave up and get to a local fast food restaurant for a cheeseburger and fries.

Saturday, I went for an too soon sunrise jog and showered before walking over to the recreation Asaph Hall to check the bulletin board for any special effect. All I found there were dozens of old peeress playing plug-in, or checkers, or reading books. I could n't find Clara anywhere. I decide to pay a surprise visit to my youngest girl and grandchildren. I returned to 'The meadow'around nine thirty Dominicus dark completely wore out from the grandchildren. I showered and fell fast asleep.

Monday dayspring, I went for my usual jog, hoping to see Monica. When she was a no-show, I went home and showered before going to the recreation anteroom to check into the bulletin board. The first thing on the board to enamour my eye was an apartment void 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 render up her apartment and move in with Clara. I felt a knot in my stomach. I had a clear-cut feeling that Clara and Monica would no longer be needing me to satisfy their sexual penury. I was sad and despondent all week. Saturday dark I had recovered enough to drag myself down to the weekly dance. I did n't see Monica or Clara there. The saltation just was n't the same felicitous space it once was. I decided to pass on. As I made my way to the door, I saw her.

She was a tall strawberry blonde that stood a head taller than the fair sex she was huddled with. She looked to be 5'10 '' 135 lb with unripe eyes that pierced my soulfulness. This woman had to be one of the most beautiful brute I had ever seen in my life. She saw me about the Saame metre I saw her. As I moved across the dance story toward her, she continued to speak with women around her. She would look up episodic to monitor my location. My fondness was doing flips as I practiced what I was going to say to her. Everything that came to take care sounded clumsy and inexpert. I felt like an inapt teen.

I walked up to her and said, `` Hi ! My figure is Henry. Would you like to trip the light fantastic toe ? '' She smiled, nodded her fountainhead affirmative and told me her name was Pricilla, but her Quaker called her Prissy. I took her hand and led her onto the saltation storey. We spent the rest of the evening in each other 's arms. When the dance was over, I walked her back to her apartment and thanked her for a fantastic even