I'm a 59-year-old retired constabulary detective who enjoys extreme jogging, reading whodunit novels, listening to medicine and dancing. I have been described as lovable 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 straight person. I have a stage in outlaw justice, political relation, and economics. I'm obsessed with running and forcible fitness.

After my retirement from the police department and the pass of my married woman, I moved into a Retirement Village out in the Southwest. If you think old people do n't bask sex, you are mistaken. I'm currently I. My most recent romanticistic kinship 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 protagonist is a retreat municipal evaluator named Catherine Howard Cook. We get on well well-nigh 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 in force flesh. I'm tall with bronze skin, Gy hair and Amytal center. I grew up in a middle-class neighbourhood. My father was a law officer like myself. He died in the channel of obligation when I was young. I was raised by my mother who was a registered nurse.

I have been a widower for the past times three years. My firstly year living alone I knocked around in my big empty two-story, four-bedroom dwelling located in an upscale neck of the woods. My two daughters, Karen and Susan, kept close tabs on me. They worried I was n't eating right and taking care of myself correctly. I received phone song every day from them checking to see if I was taking my medication, eating properly and getting enough balance. I appreciated their concern, but it was getting annoying. I told them I never got world-weary because I was spending most of my prison term answering their phone calls. They eventually convinced me to sell the house and move in with one of them.

I moved in with Karen for a yr, but she drove me crazy fussing over me day in and day out. I could n't get the invariant attending, so I moved in with Susan, my youngest. Susan and her husband Mike have four young children, and I was definitely interfering with their class routine ; not to mention the wear and rent on my mettle. I decided, for the sake of everyone 's saneness, it would be break for all if I moved into a retirement village where I could hang out with people my own age. I chose 'The hayfield'because I was able-bodied to throw my own one-bedroom apartment consummate with kitchen and laundry room.

'The hayfield'was built around a golf course of instruction and several small lakes. I think the total acreage was around three yard. There were early amenities such as a gym, hiking and jogging trails, diversion hall, a movie house, bowling lanes, financial support groups, social radical and special outcome. The village was made up of both married couples and singles. A little Thomas More than half were married dyad. Of the single occupier, three twenty-five percent were single widow woman and the eternal sleep single widowers like me. The single woman more than outnumbered the single men.

My first week at 'The Meadows', I met Monica while out for an too soon morning jog. Monica is a 59-year-old strike out college professor who enjoys learning new languages, sailing and sawbuck racing. She is energetic and smart, but can also be very selfish and a bit standoffish. She is a emancipate womanhood who defines herself as bisexual person. She was ready to tell me she was bi-sexual when I noticed her eyeing other woman. She has a stage in philosophy, politics, and economics.

Physically, Monica is in good physique. She is modal height with a medium complexion, chestnut hairsbreadth, and green oculus. She is a young-looking woman with an acrobatic organic structure. I would say she was 5'4 '', 110 pounds. It is obvious she takes great pride in her appearance. She could easily go along for a adult female in her forties.

Monica has lived at 'The Meadows'for a class. The aurora we met, we spent five hour talking, walking and generally getting to bang one another. Those five hr flew by, and Monica invited me to dinner at her flat that night, and I gladly accepted. She grew up in a wealthy neck of the woods. Her don was a spectacular criminal Defense Department attorney, and her mother was a socialite. Her father died fifteen year ago of a eye attack while she was on vacation at Disney humankind with her two teenage shaver. He died while arguing a high-profile case in court.

She was married to Chester A. Arthur Charley Cooke who was also an attorney in her Father's law firm. He was killed two years ago when a drunk driver slammed into his car on a rain-slick route. Monica had two nipper 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 splendid 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 demode, woman and clung to her folk values. In venom of that, I was able-bodied to cop a feel of her breast before the evening was over. We agreed to see each other again, but Monica asks that I take it a bit slower. I think I upset her by being too hands-on during our first date. However, on our tierce particular date, Monica finally allowed me to fondle and suck her naked breast. I was not used to moving that slowly, but I felt obliged to abide by Monica 's compliments. I knew that in time I could eventually tempt her into my bed.

Each Saturday night the Retirement village holds a saltation 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 terpsichore alone. There were various attractive widow at the weekly dance and only a manus to the full of exclusive men. One particular widow caught my aid. I ask her to dance, and she accepted my invitation.

Her name was Clara Blurton, and she is also 59 eld old, but looked 15 age younger. She grew up in an upper-middle-class neighbourhood. Her dad was a doctor, and her mother was a high schooltime biology instructor. She is well educated and energetic. Clara is above average-height with a medium complexion, an ovoid face, long blonde hair that 's sleek on top with waves that fall below her shoulders and sparkling dark-green eyes. She was a tall, lithesome cleaning lady with a well-proportioned body due mainly to aerobics classes. I guessed her peak to be about 5'7 '' and maybe weighing 115 pounds.

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

We danced together the whole night. I 'm in pretty good build, but Clara loves aerobic exercise and danced rophy around me. I walked Clara back to her apartment, and she invited me in for a nightcap. I do n't think of how many nightcaps we had, but we woke up naked in her bed around 10 Sunday morning. As it turns out, Clara loves practically everything about sex, and she did n't mind admitting it. She let me know that she was volition to try just about anything at to the lowest degree 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 sept but was glad to get back to her pattern bit. She told me that she had thought about me the altogether weekend and looked forward to spending to a greater extent prison term with me. We met the following morning for a jog and then a Inner Light breakfast. When I returned to my apartment, I had a message to address Clara. Since both Clara and Monica live in 'The Meadows', I did n't see any hypothesis of keeping it a hugger-mugger that I was seeing them both. I didn't want to stop seeing either one of them. I hoped it would never add up to a point where I would suffer to choose between the two of them. It would be a hard determination to pretend. I called Clara and invited her to dinner. I told her I had soul I wanted her to fulfill. She was puzzled but agreed to come. I immediately called Monica and extended the Lapplander invitation. They agreed to get together me at my flat at six o'clock.

Our meeting 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 friend and keep to savour each other 's party. I was banking on the fact that the single women at 'The Meadows'outnumbered the single men by at least three to one. It took a mo, but their desire to fight off lonesomeness won out, and they agreed to let me date them both.

The sex was full than I ever dreamed. The two fair sex sort of got into rivalry with each other over pleasing me. Monica not only agreed to embark on having sex with me, she often became the initiator of our sexual venture. It was missionary elan 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 rival 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 induce to choose between the two, it would be challenging because Monica was an excellent cook, but hesitant when it came to intimate exploration. However, Clara was n't much of a cook but loved nada better than to fuck my genius out. She was totally uninhibited when it came to trying new matter during sex. We fell into a mutually concordant routine of sharing me. One nighttime I would have a dinner fit for a Rex at Monica 's apartment followed by a peal in the liberation with her. And the next night at Clara 's I would have a mediocre dinner followed by uninhabited sex. I was having sex like I was the passkey of a working girl house. I had the best of both humanity ; beneficial nutrient and expert sex.

Every once in a while, I would intentionally spend two nights in a axial rotation at Clara 's house just to provoke Monica. She soon got the substance and decided she should set forth having less restrained sex with me if she expected to withstand 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 surmount the early. Monica finally gave me a blowjob and let me feel her pussy and figure out her thighs, but when I tried to put my lip anywhere near her twat, 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 fourth dimension being but started contemplating a way to change her thinking.

One-night Clara started to suck my teat and lightly titillate my balls at the same time. It brought back retentivity of my college sidereal day. I found the aesthesis to be so gratifying, I almost orgasm while she did it. I reciprocated by nibbling and sucking on Clara 's button, 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 incredible. She started shaking and trembling and making phone that sounded somewhat like a lowly dog barking. She started gushing pussy succus all over my facial expression and bureau. This was the first of all prison term I had ever been with a squirt gun. I liked It ! I could n't wait to tell Monica about it, but to my amazement, Clara told her about it before I had the probability. I guess it had made a more significant impression on Clara than I first thought.

The next time I was making lovemaking with Monica I noticed she was more antsy and unquiet. Her external respiration was short and raspy. I licked down her forget thigh, and as I was licking my way back up the right thigh ; I felt her hand on the back of my headland guiding me to her pussy. I clamped down on her button, and she started thrashing about so wildly, I was having trouble maintaining inter-group communication. Within in instant, she was Cumming harder than she had in her solid life story. When she finally came down from her senior high, she put her hands on each side of my face and pulled me into the most passionate candy kiss I had ever experienced. I don't know what caused Monica to convert, but she was finally letting herself escape her strong traditional values and was now enjoying wilderness, uninhibited raw sex.

Since the Ladies were getting along so well together and not showing any outward signs of green-eyed monster, I started inviting them both to accompany me to events like the picture show, to bowling, to topical anesthetic restaurants, and all the Saturday nighttime dances. We were all one big well-chosen sept. After our night out, we would all return to the flat of the one I did n't be after to log Z's with that Night. We would savour a nightcap or two then I would run on to the residence of my signify sex cooperator and indulge in a Nox of bliss. I had them trained to my satisfaction and considered myself a fortunate man. I had made a very heady decision when I moved to 'The Meadows'.

Monica and Clara became such skillful supporter, they began going on shopping sprees together at the local anesthetic promenade. In fact, they started spending more than and more time together. I also noticed their hug were lasting a bit longer than common. I remembered Monica admitting when we first met that she was bi-sexual and for a dart import, I thought maybe the two of them had discovered the joy of sapphism. I quickly put that thought out of my mind.

On Thursday night, instead of attending the film at 'The meadow', Clara suggested we all go to the local picture palace 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 film with lots of nakedness and some of the most explicated sex scenes I have ever seen on the big CRT 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 flick had her pantie 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 girls were still talking about the respective sex scenes that had turned them on, and I still had a nettle erection. I settled on the lounge next to Clara while Monica fixed us all an surplus strong nightcap. I was no longer trying to hide my erecting. Monica slid onto the sofa on my other slope, and we continued chattering about the movie. There was a couple of sapphic scenes in the pic, 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 blueing, Clara suggested we all spend the dark together, and without another word, Monica took my hand and led us to her bedroom. In LE than a minute we were all nude and cuddling in Monica 's bed.

I was lying on my book binding between to the two miss when I flashed back to an brush 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 `` tit ecstasy ''. I had to accept I had never heard of it. The coeds each took one of my nipple into their oral cavity and started sucking and chewing on them while taking turning 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 field nipple immediately, and Monica followed by sucking my pass on nipple into her strong mouth. Monica began stroking my turncock as she worked on my nipple and Clara started lightly tickling my chunk with her fingertips. After about a bit of this, I shot my encumbrance all over my chest and belly. Clara went to sour right away cleaning my chest with her knife. Monica was watching in astonishment, 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 niggling bit on her tongue then rolled it around in her mouth. In the next moment, both missy were busily licking my chest and belly clean.

It was Monica 's turn to be in the middle side by side. I sucked her right breast into my mouthpiece while Clara lunched on her left breast. Monica started to moan and rock her hips. It was then that I looked down and noticed Clara was fucking Monica 's twat with two digit. I began passionately kissing Monica on the lips while rolling her right hand nipple between my pollex and forefinger finger. She let out a low moan, and her consistence stiffened. I knew she just experienced an orgasm.

I moved from her lips back down to continue sucking Monica 's'right nipple. I closed my center and nestled my fount close to her breast and gently sucked and rolled her nipple in my mouth. I felt motion from Clara and opened my eyes in clip to see her slip in two wet finger's breadth into Monica 's oral fissure ; the same two wet finger's breadth she had been fucking Monica'pussy with. Monica licked and sucked Clara 's fingers clean. I got an immediate erection. I had to begin slowly stroking my cock. I watched as Clara slowly kissed her way down Monica 's stomach. Monica opened her legs wide enough to establish full access to her genital organ. Clara licked the interior of Monica 's rightfield thigh down to her knee then switched over to her go out thigh and worked back up. When she neared Monica 's vagina, I noticed Monica made no travail to push her away.

Clara took her quarter round and spread the sass of Monica 's pussycat. She ran her tongue up and down the smooth pink wall of her vagina before latching onto her clit. Monica jumped at the first base impinging but soon relaxed and started raising her articulatio coxae to meet Clara 's tongue. Clara began to lap and chew on Monica 's clit eagerly. It did n't aim long for Monica 's second orgasm to shake her whole body. As Monica recovers from her orgasm, Clara starts to lick Monica's pussycat, while rapidly rub Monica 's clit with two finger. Monica was moaning and writhing as she rushes headlong into her third magnificent orgasm. As soon as Monica was in the middle of her orgasm, Clara shoves her middle finger's breadth up Monica 's fast fiddling brown asshole. The solution were unbelievable. Monica starts trembling and shaking ; her eubstance is covered with goosebumps and a alight sheen of effort. She could n't seem to take hold of her breathing space. Monica deadbolt upright in the bed and puts her men on each side of Clara 's human face and pulls her into a passionate buss. The kiss seems to go forever, and I was sure Clara could finger it throughout her solid organic structure because sexual fluids effusion from her vagina. It had to cause been one of the most fantastic 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 positioning and began to raven each former 's pussy. I was enjoying the gay woman appearance so very much I stroked my tool until I enjoyed two consecutive orgasms. Neither char showed any sign of giving up the sexual splendor they were both obviously experiencing. I watched for a piece longer then slipped off into a peaceful sopor. 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 apartment. I could n't help but cogitate my initial mistrust 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 fuck 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 call Monica. She answers on the 3rd ring 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 identification number but got no result. At six thirty, I gave up and repulse to a local fast solid food eating place for a cheeseburger and fries.

Saturday, I went for an early morn jog and showered before walking over to the diversion G. Stanley Hall to check the bulletin plug-in for any special consequence. All I found there were dozens of old ladies playing cards, or checkers, or reading books. I could n't witness Clara anywhere. I decide to pay a surprise visit to my untested daughter and grandchildren. I returned to 'The meadow'around nine thirty Sun dark completely wore out from the grandchildren. I showered and fell fast asleep.

Mon break of the day, I went for my common jog, hoping to see Monica. When she was a no-show, I went dwelling house and showered before going to the recreation hall to learn the bulletin board. The first thing on the add-in to catch my eye was an apartment vacancy that just came available. I went to the office to see who was leaving 'The Meadows'. I was told no one was leaving. Monica had decided to have up her apartment and move in with Clara. I felt a grayback in my tum. I had a distinguishable feeling that Clara and Monica would no longer be needing me to fulfill their intimate needs. I was sad and despondent all hebdomad. Sabbatum dark I had recovered enough to scuff myself down to the weekly dance. I did n't see Monica or Clara there. The dance just was n't the same felicitous plaza it once was. I decided to leave. As I made my way to the room access, I saw her.

She was a tall strawberry blonde that stood a headway taller than the woman she was huddled with. She looked to be 5'10 '' 135 pounds with special K middle that pierced my somebody. This woman had to be one of the most beautiful creatures I had ever seen in my life. She saw me about the same time I saw her. As I moved across the terpsichore flooring toward her, she continued to speak with women around her. She would expect up occasional to monitor my position. My heart was doing summerset as I practiced what I was going to say to her. Everything that came to listen sounded clumsy and unskilled. I felt like an awkward teen.

I walked up to her and said, `` Hi ! My name is Patrick Henry. Would you like to trip the light fantastic ? '' She smiled, nodded her pass affirmative and told me her epithet was Pricilla, but her protagonist called her Prissy. I took her hand and led her onto the terpsichore level. We spent the quietus of the eve in each early 's arms. When the dance was over, I walked her back to her apartment and thanked her for a wonderful evening