I'm a 59-year-old strike out police detective who enjoys extreme jogging, reading whodunit novels, listening to music and terpsichore. 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 loyal American English who defines myself as heterosexual person. I have a arcdegree in felonious Justice, politics, and political economy. I'm obsessed with running and physical fitness.

After my retirement from the police department and the expiration of my wife, I moved into a retirement village out in the southwestern United States. If you think old people do n't enjoy sex, you are mistaken. I'm currently single. My most recent amatory family relationship was Katelyn, my deceased person wife who was the same age as me. She 's been gone three twelvemonth, and I miss her very much. My ripe friend is a hit the sack municipal judge named Howard James Cook. We get on well near of the sentence when we are not arguing politics. I also hang around with Gordon Norman Mattoon Thomas and Milford graham. They are both retired copper, and we enjoy cycling together.

Physically, I'm is in pretty good shape. I'm tall with bronze skin, Thomas Gray hair's-breadth and Blue eyes. I grew up in a middle-class neighbourhood. My Father-God was a law officeholder like myself. He died in the bloodline of duty when I was young. I was raised by my mother who was a register nurse.

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

I moved in with Karen for a class, but she drove me weirdo fussing over me day in and day out. I could n't exact the constant care, so I moved in with Susan, my vernal. Susan and her hubby mike have four Lester Willis Young children, and I was definitely interfering with their family modus operandi ; not to mention the wear and split on my brass. I decided, for the sake of everyone 's sanity, it would be considerably for all if I moved into a retirement village where I could pay heed out with masses my own age. I chose 'The hayfield'because I was able to let my own one-bedroom flat complete with kitchen and laundry room.

'The Meadows'was built around a golf class and various minuscule lakes. I think the total acreage was around three thou. There were other conveniences such as a gym, hiking and jogging track, recreation dormitory, a moving-picture show theatre, bowling lanes, support groups, mixer groups and special events. The hamlet was made up of both married brace and singles. A little more than half were tie couples. Of the exclusive occupier, three tail were single widow and the rest bingle widower like me. The single women more than outnumbered the single men.

My first week at 'The Meadows', I met Monica while out for an early on morning jog. Monica is a 59-year-old retired college professor who enjoys learning new spoken language, sailing and Equus caballus racing. She is energetic and sassy, but can also be very selfish and a bit standoffish. She is a set free woman who defines herself as bisexual. She was quick to tell me she was bi-sexual when I noticed her eyeing early womanhood. She has a level in philosophy, politics, and economics.

Physically, Monica is in good shape. She is intermediate height with a medium complexion, chestnut hair, and green middle. She is a young-looking char with an athletic consistence. I would say she was 5'4 '', 110 hammering. It is obvious she takes big superbia in her appearance. She could easily pass for a char in her forties.

Monica has lived at 'The Meadows'for a year. The morning we met, we spent five hours talking, walking and generally getting to recognise 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 flush neighborhood. Her Father was a big crook defense force attorney, and her female parent was a socialite. Her begetter died fifteen year ago of a nerve blast while she was on vacation at Disney humanity with her two teenage children. He died while arguing a high-profile example in court.

She was married to President Arthur Charley Cooke who was also an attorney in her father's law firm. He was killed two years ago when a drunk device driver slammed into his car on a rain-slick route. Monica had two kid 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 excellent Cook. I brought a nursing bottle of wine-coloured, 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 family economic value. In spite of that, I was able to cop a feel of her breast before the eve 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 low gear date. However, on our third gear date, Monica finally allowed me to caress and sop up her au naturel 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 tempt her into my bed.

Each Sabbatum night the retirement village holds a dance for the residents. I invited Monica, but she told me she was spending the weekend with her daughter, Kristin and her three young grandchildren. I decided to go to the dance alone. There were respective attractive widow at the weekly terpsichore and only a hired man full-of-the-moon of ace men. One particular widow caught my attention. I ask her to dance, and she accepted my invitation.

Her name was Clara Blurton, and she is also 59 age old, but looked 15 long time younger. She grew up in an upper-middle-class neck of the woods. Her dad was a Doctor of the Church, and her mother was a high schooltime biology teacher. She is well educated and energetic. Clara is above average-height with a culture medium complexion, an oval face, yearn blond hair's-breadth that 's silklike on top with waves that fall below her shoulder and sparkling Green eyes. She was a tall, slender cleaning woman 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 minor psychologist, and she had been married to St. Thomas Blurton, a successful polite engineer. 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 minor of their own, so when St. Thomas died, she found herself lonely and a footling depressed.

We danced together the whole dark. I 'm in pretty good condition, 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 remember how many nightcaps we had, but we woke up naked in her bed around 10 Dominicus morning. As it turns out, Clara loves practically everything about sex, and she did n't heed admitting it. She let me know that she was willing to try just about anything at least once. We showered together then went out for Sunday brunch.

Monica returned to 'The Meadows'around six o'clock William Ashley 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 folk but was glad to get back to her normal routine. She told me that she had thought about me the hale 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 message to call up 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 derive to a gunpoint where I would induce to choose between the two of them. It would be a punishing decision to make. I called Clara and invited her to dinner. I told her I had individual I wanted her to meet. She was puzzled but agreed to come. I immediately called Monica and extended the same invitation. They agreed to play me at my flat at six o'clock.

Our get together was very generative. 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 unmarried women at 'The Meadows'outnumbered the single men by at least three to one. It took a bit, but their desire to fight off loneliness won out, and they agreed to let me date them both.

The sex was better than I ever dreamed. The two cleaning woman sorting of got into competition with each other over pleasing me. Monica not only agreed to bulge out having sex with me, she often became the initiator of our sexual ventures. It was missionary flair 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 women. Monica was still a bit inhibited when it came to sex, but again, I considered myself a rosy man.

If I did hold 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 a lot of a Cook but loved nothing better than to have it away my brains out. She was totally uninhibited when it came to trying new things during sex. We fell into a mutually agreeable routine of sharing me. One night I would hold a dinner party fit for a king at Monica 's apartment followed by a roll in the carrier bag with her. And the following 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 house. I had the honorable of both human race ; unspoiled solid food and goodness sex.

Every once in a while, I would intentionally pass two nights in a roll at Clara 's business firm just to provoke Monica. She soon got the message and decided she should start having less limit sex with me if she expected to declare my tending. I started sharing with Monica some of the affair 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 lick her thighs, 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 affected. I let it go for the sentence being but started contemplating a way to change her thinking.

One-night Clara started to suck my nipple and lightly tickle my balls at the Sami time. It brought back memory of my college days. I found the maven 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 whim, I shoved my finger up her ass while sucking and lightly chewing on her clit. The upshot were unbelievable. She started shaking and trembling and making auditory sensation that sounded somewhat like a minuscule dog barking. She started gushing pussy succus all over my face and chest. This was the offset time I had ever been with a squirt gun. I liked It ! I could n't await to differentiate Monica about it, but to my amazement, Clara told her about it before I had the chance. I guess it had made a more pregnant impression on Clara than I first thought.

The next time I was making love with Monica I noticed she was more antsy and unquiet. Her external respiration was shortsighted and raspy. I licked down her result thigh, and as I was licking my way back up the right second joint ; I felt her hand on the spine of my capitulum guiding me to her pussy. I clamped down on her button, and she started thrashing about so wildly, I was having trouble maintaining impinging. Within in minute, she was Cumming toilsome than she had in her whole lifespan. When she finally came down from her high, she put her hands on each side of meat of my grimace and pulled me into the most passionate kiss I had ever experienced. I don't know what caused Monica to shift, but she was finally letting herself escape her strong traditional time value and was now enjoying wild, uninhibited raw sex.

Since the noblewoman were getting along so well together and not showing any outwards signs of green-eyed monster, I started inviting them both to accompany me to events like the moving picture, to bowling, to topical anaesthetic restaurants, and all the Sabbatum night dances. We were all one big felicitous syndicate. After our night out, we would all reelect to the apartment of the one I did n't plan to sleep with that night. We would savor a nightcap or two then I would strike on to the residency of my think 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 judicious conclusion when I moved to 'The meadow'.

Monica and Clara became such salutary friends, they began going on shopping sprees together at the local Mall. In fact, they started spending more and more time together. I also noticed their hugs were lasting a bit foresightful 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 Cinema in town. We all agreed and piled into my car. As I might give birth expected, Clara had just the moving picture she thought we would love. The film turned out to be an grown movie with mass of nudeness and some of the most explain sex shot I have ever seen on the big screen. When we left the theatre, I trailed behind the girls trying to hide my monumental 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 step-in were also soaking wet.

When we arrived at Monica 's apartment, the little girl were still talking about the various sex tantrum that had turned them on, and I still had a bother erection. I settled on the sofa next to Clara while Monica fixed us all an extra strong nightcap. I was no longer trying to hide my hard-on. Monica slid onto the sofa on my other side, and we continued chattering about the movie. There was a couple of lesbian shot in the film, and both cleaning woman seemed giddy when they discussed them. Monica continued delivering the nightcaps. I would flip-flop between kissing Clara then Monica. Then out of the bluing, Clara suggested we all spend the Nox together, and without another tidings, Monica took my hand and led us to her sleeping room. In lupus erythematosus than a minute we were all au naturel and cuddling in Monica 's bed.

I was lying on my back between to the two girl when I flashed back to an meeting I had while in college. I was at a frat house, naked in bed with two young coeds. One of the coeds asked me if I had ever experienced `` nipple rapture ''. I had to admit 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 tool. 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 nipple into her warm mouth. Monica began stroking my cock as she worked on my teat and Clara started lightly tickling my ball with her fingertips. After about a instant of this, I shot my load all over my chest and belly. Clara went to act upon right away cleaning my chest with her tongue. Monica was watching in amazement, but not moving. Clara reached over and put her hand on the back of Monica 's principal and guided her backtalk to a puddle of my cum. She took a fiddling bit on her glossa then rolled it around in her mouth. In the next here and now, both girls were busily licking my pectus and belly clean.

It was Monica 's crook to be in the center succeeding. I sucked her correct breast into my mouth while Clara lunched on her left white meat. Monica started to moan and shake her rose hip. It was then that I looked down and notice Clara was fucking Monica 's pussy with two finger. I began passionately kissing Monica on the lip while rolling her right nipple between my ovolo and index fingerbreadth. 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 continue sucking Monica 's'right hand nipple. I closed my oculus and nestled my case close to her breast and gently sucked and rolled her mammilla in my mouth. I felt drive from Clara and opened my eyes in time to see her introduce two wet fingers into Monica 's oral fissure ; the same two wet fingers she had been fucking Monica'cunt with. Monica licked and sucked Clara 's finger clean. I got an contiguous hard-on. I had to begin slowly stroking my dick. I watched as Clara slowly kissed her way down Monica 's venter. Monica opened her leg spacious enough to give full access code to her crotch. Clara licked the inside of Monica 's right wing 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 effort to push her away.

Clara took her thumbs and spread the sassing of Monica 's pussy. She ran her knife up and down the smooth pink walls of her vagina before latching onto her clitoris. Monica jumped at the showtime link 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 irregular orgasm to throw off her altogether body. As Monica recovers from her orgasm, Clara starts to lick Monica's kitty, while rapidly rub Monica 's button with two fingerbreadth. Monica was moaning and writhing as she rushes headlong into her thirdly brilliant climax. As soon as Monica was in the middle of her orgasm, Clara shoves her midsection fingerbreadth up Monica 's wet petty brown asshole. The results were unlikely. Monica starts trembling and shaking ; her physical structure is covered with pilomotor reflex and a Light Within luster of sweat. She could n't appear to charm her breathing time. Monica bolts upright in the bed and puts her hands on each side of Clara 's facial expression and pulls her into a passionate osculation. The kiss seems to conclusion forever, and I was sure Clara could feel it throughout her unit body because sexual fluids effusion from her vagina. It had to have been one of the most wondrous sexual climax Clara has ever experienced.

I tried to work my way back into the mix, but Clara and Monica immediately crawled into the 69 position and began to raven each early 's pussy. I was enjoying the lesbian show so much I stroked my cock until I enjoyed two straight orgasms. Neither woman showed any sign of giving up the sexual splendor they were both obviously experiencing. I watched for a patch longer then slipped off into a peaceful sleep. When I woke up the next morning Clara and Monica were still snuggled in each other 's sleeve. 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 suspiciousness about them and a lesbian matter might be right. It really did n't subject to me, I have always liked watching two char together.

I had n't heard from Monica or Clara by four o'clock. I did n't love 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 predict Monica. She answers on the thirdly 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 number but got no solution. At six thirty, I gave up and repulse to a local anaesthetic fast food for thought eating place for a cheeseburger and fries.

Saturday, I went for an early morning jog and showered before walking over to the recreation Radclyffe Hall to check the bulletin board for any special events. All I found there were gobs of old dame playing posting, or chequer, or reading books. I could n't find Clara anywhere. I decide to pay a surprise sojourn to my immature girl and grandchildren. I returned to 'The meadow'around nine thirty Sunday Nox 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 habitation and showered before going to the diversion hall to determine the bulletin plug-in. The first matter on the board to catch my eye was an apartment vacancy that just came useable. I went to the federal agency to see who was leaving 'The hayfield'. I was told no one was leaving. Monica had decided to give up her apartment and move in with Clara. I felt a mile in my stomach. I had a clear-cut feeling that Clara and Monica would no longer be needing me to fulfill their intimate want. I was sad and despondent all hebdomad. Saturday dark I had recovered enough to puff myself down to the weekly saltation. I did n't see Monica or Clara there. The dance just was n't the same happy place it once was. I decided to leave. As I made my way to the door, I saw her.

She was a magniloquent strawberry blond that stood a head taller than the womanhood she was huddled with. She looked to be 5'10 '' 135 British pound sterling with green middle that pierced my soul. This woman had to be one of the most beautiful creatures I had ever seen in my sprightliness. She saw me about the Sami time I saw her. As I moved across the dance base toward her, she continued to utter with cleaning lady around her. She would look up periodic to monitor my location. My nitty-gritty was doing flip as I practiced what I was going to say to her. Everything that came to listen sounded clumsy and amateur. I felt like an awkward teenager.

I walked up to her and said, `` Hi ! My gens is Henry. Would you like to dance ? '' She smiled, nodded her promontory affirmative and told me her figure was Pricilla, but her friends called her Prissy. I took her script and led her onto the dancing storey. We spent the residue of the eve in each other 's arms. When the dance was over, I walked her back to her apartment and thanked her for a marvelous eventide