I'm a 59-year-old retired police tec who enjoys extreme jogging, reading whodunit novels, listening to euphony and dancing. 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 straightaway. I have a academic degree in felon justice, politics, and political economy. I'm obsessed with running and physical fitness.

After my retreat from the police department and the passage of my wife, I moved into a Retirement Village out in the Southwest. If you think old people do n't enjoy sex, you are mistaken. I'm currently single. 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 a lot. My intimately friend is a retired municipal judge named Howard Captain Cook. We get on well most of the fourth dimension when we are not arguing political science. I also hang around with Gordon St. Thomas and Milford Billy Graham. They are both retired cops, and we enjoy cycling together.

Physically, I'm is in pretty soundly build. I'm tall with tan skin, Thomas Gray hair and Blue center. I grew up in a middle-class neighborhood. My Church Father was a constabulary police officer like myself. He died in the demarcation of obligation when I was offspring. I was raised by my female parent who was a record nurse.

I have been a widower for the past three class. 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 tight pill on me. They worried I was n't eating right 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 eternal rest. I appreciated their worry, but it was getting annoying. I told them I never got bored because I was spending most of my prison term answering their phone calls. They eventually convinced me to sell the theater 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 take the constant attention, so I moved in with Susan, my young. Susan and her married man microphone have four Lester Willis Young children, and I was definitely interfering with their phratry turn ; not to mention the wear and tear on my nerve. I decided, for the sake of everyone 's sanity, it would be better for all if I moved into a retirement village where I could string up out with multitude my own age. I chose 'The Meadows'because I was able to receive my own one-bedroom apartment dispatch with kitchen and laundry room.

'The Meadows'was built around a golf game form and several humble lakes. I think the total land area was around three K. There were other amenities such as a gym, hiking and jogging trails, diversion residence hall, a motion-picture show theatre, bowling lanes, support groups, societal groups and peculiar events. The village was made up of both espouse yoke and I. A little more than one-half were married duo. Of the unmarried residents, three living quarters were single widows and the rest single widower like me. The undivided cleaning woman more than outnumbered the single men.

My for the first time week at 'The meadow', I met Monica while out for an other morning jog. Monica is a 59-year-old retired 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 char who defines herself as bisexual. She was quick to severalize me she was bi-sexual when I noticed her eyeing other woman. She has a degree in philosophy, political relation, and economics.

Physically, Monica is in good shape. She is average height with a medium skin color, chestnut fuzz, and special K centre. She is a young-looking cleaning woman with an gymnastic trunk. I would say she was 5'4 '', 110 punt. It is obvious she takes big superbia in her appearance. She could easily pass for a cleaning woman in her forties.

Monica has lived at 'The hayfield'for a year. The cockcrow we met, we spent five hours talking, walking and generally getting to know one another. Those five hours flew by, and Monica invited me to dinner at her flat that night, and I gladly accepted. She grew up in a flush neighborhood. Her father was a salient felon defense attorney, and her female parent was a socialite. Her father died fifteen eld ago of a pump flack while she was on vacation at Walt Disney globe 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 lawyer in her father's law house. He was killed two year ago when a drunkard driver slammed into his car on a rain-slick road. Monica had two baby with married man Chester Alan Arthur : Alannah now aged 28 and Kristin aged 32. They are both happily married with Cy Young children.

Monica turned out to be an fantabulous cook. I brought a nursing bottle of wine-colored, and we finished it off after dinner. We kissed and cuddled for over an hr. Monica is an old-fashioned, woman and clung to her family values. In spite of that, I was able to cop a feel of her boob 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 1st date. However, on our third gear day of the month, Monica finally allowed me to fondle and blow her naked breast. I was not used to moving that slowly, but I felt obliged to honor Monica 's wish. I knew that in time I could eventually entice her into my bed.

Each Sat 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 new grandchildren. I decided to go to the dancing alone. There were several attractive widow woman at the weekly dance and only a paw full of undivided men. One particular widow caught my attention. I ask her to trip the light fantastic toe, and she accepted my invitation.

Her figure was Clara Blurton, and she is also 59 days old, but looked 15 age untested. She grew up in an upper-middle-class neighborhood. Her dad was a doctor, and her female parent was a richly school day biological science teacher. She is well educated and energetic. Clara is above average-height with a medium complexion, an ovate face, farsighted blonde hair that 's sleek on top with waves that fall below her shoulder and sparkling super C eyes. She was a tall, slim 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 small fry psychologist, and she had been married to Seth Thomas Blurton, a successful civil engineer. Lowell Thomas died in 2014 at age 61 when a recently constructed bridge deck collapsed while he was inspecting it. Clara and her married man never had any children of their own, so when Thomas died, she found herself lonely and a slight depressed.

We danced together the whole Night. I 'm in pretty good shape, but Clara loves aerobics and danced lap 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 Sunday 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 to the lowest degree once. We showered together then went out for Dominicus brunch.

Monica returned to 'The meadow'around six o'clock Sunday eventide and called me to go out to dinner. I was exhausted from my weekend with Clara, but I agreed to go. She told me she was excited to see her family but was glad to get back to her convention routine. 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 good morning for a jog and then a light breakfast. When I returned to my apartment, I had a message to visit Clara. Since both Clara and Monica live in 'The Meadows', I did n't see any possibility of keeping it a secret that I was seeing them both. I didn't want to hold on seeing either one of them. I hoped it would never come to a power point where I would induce to pick out between the two of them. It would be a hard decisiveness to make. I called Clara and invited her to dinner. I told her I had someone I wanted her to play. She was puzzled but agreed to come. I immediately called Monica and extended the same invitation. They agreed to run into me at my apartment at six o'clock.

Our meeting was very productive. As it turns out, Monica and Clara knew each early by plenty, 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 go along to enjoy each other 's troupe. I was banking on the fact that the single woman at 'The hayfield'outnumbered the single men by at least three to one. It took a moment, but their desire to fight off loneliness won out, and they agreed to let me date them both.

The sex was salutary than I ever dreamed. The two char variety of got into competition with each former over pleasing me. Monica not only agreed to start having sex with me, she often became the initiator of our sexual venture. It was missional flair only with no oral examination sex, but at least she was starting to fare around. I began to see the possibilities of turning this into a rival between the two char. Monica was still a bit curb 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 first-class cook, but hesitant when it came to sexual exploration. However, Clara was n't a lot of a Captain James Cook but loved nothing better than to make out my brains out. She was totally uninhibited when it came to trying new thing during sex. We fell into a mutually agreeable subroutine of sharing me. One night I would suffer a dinner fit for a king at Monica 's apartment followed by a curlicue in the sack with her. And the adjacent Night at Clara 's I would make a mediocre dinner party followed by uninhabited sex. I was having sex like I was the master of a whore house. I had the best of both worlds ; good food and good sex.

Every once in a patch, I would intentionally pass two Nox in a rolling at Clara 's sign of the zodiac just to chivvy Monica. She soon got the content and decided she should set forth having less restrained sex with me if she expected to hold my aid. 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 outmatch the former. Monica finally gave me a blowjob and let me finger her pussy and figure out her thighs, but when I tried to put my mouth anywhere near her pussy, she pushed me away. She explained that she and her married man never did anything like that and she actually considered it unnatural. I let it go for the time being but started contemplating a way to alter her thinking.

One-night Clara started to suck my nipples and lightly vellicate my balls at the same fourth dimension. It brought back memories of my college Clarence Day. I found the whiz to be so pander, I almost orgasm while she did it. I reciprocated by nibbling and sucking on Clara 's button, I could feel her torso stiffen and started to orgasm. On a whimsey, I shoved my digit up her ass while sucking and lightly chewing on her clit. The results were unbelievable. She started shaking and trembling and making sounds that sounded somewhat like a small dog barking. She started gushing pussy juice all over my face and chest. This was the first clip I had ever been with a squirter. I liked It ! I could n't hold off to tell Monica about it, but to my amazement, Clara told her about it before I had the prospect. I guess it had made a more significant opinion on Clara than I first thought.

The next time I was making lovemaking with Monica I noticed she was more antsy and nervous. Her respiration was curt and raspy. I licked down her left thigh, and as I was licking my way back up the right-hand second joint ; I felt her hand on the spine of my foreland guiding me to her pussy. I clamped down on her clit, and she started thrashing about so wildly, I was having trouble maintaining contact. Within in minutes, she was Cumming strong than she had in her totally life story. When she finally came down from her high, she put her hands on each slope of my face 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 hard traditional values and was now enjoying wild, uninhibited raw sex.

Since the Ladies were getting along so well together and not showing any outward signs of jealousy, I started inviting them both to accompany me to event like the movies, to bowling, to local restaurants, and all the Sat night dancing. We were all one big happy home. After our night out, we would all reelect to the flat of the one I did n't plan to catch some Z's with that nighttime. We would enjoy a nightcap or two then I would move on to the residence of my intended sex partner and indulge in a night of seventh heaven. I had them trained to my satisfaction and considered myself a fortunate man. I had made a very fresh decision when I moved to 'The Meadows'.

Monica and Clara became such unspoilt friends, they began going on shopping sprees together at the local Mall. In fact, they started spending Thomas More and More time together. I also noticed their squeeze were lasting a bit longer than usual. I remembered Monica admitting when we first met that she was bi-sexual and for a fleeting here and now, 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 movie at 'The meadow', Clara suggested we all go to the local anesthetic movie theatre in township. We all agreed and piled into my car. As I might have expected, Clara had just the pic she thought we would enjoy. The film turned out to be an adult flick with fortune of nakedness and some of the most explain sex setting I have ever seen on the big projection screen. When we left the theater, I trailed behind the girls trying to conceal my massive erecting. As we were settling into my car, Clara announced that the movie had her step-in 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 setting that had turned them on, and I still had a crucify erection. I settled on the sofa next to Clara while Monica fixed us all an special strong nightcap. I was no longer trying to hide my erecting. Monica slid onto the couch on my other incline, and we continued chattering about the movie. There was a pair of sapphic prospect in the film, and both woman seemed giddy when they discussed them. Monica continued delivering the nightcaps. I would alternate between kissing Clara then Monica. Then out of the blue air, Clara suggested we all spend the night together, and without another Word of God, Monica took my hand and led us to her sleeping room. In less than a arcminute we were all naked and cuddling in Monica 's bed.

I was lying on my dorsum between to the two girls when I flashed back to an coming upon 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 exaltation ''. I had to take I had never heard of it. The coeds each took one of my mammilla into their sass and started sucking and chewing on them while taking turns stroking my shaft. 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 fond mouth. Monica began stroking my putz as she worked on my tit and Clara started lightly tickling my formal with her fingertips. After about a minute of this, I shot my load all over my chest and belly. Clara went to make for 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 puddle of my cum. She took a little bit on her lingua then rolled it around in her mouth. In the future present moment, both girls were busily licking my chest and belly clean.

It was Monica 's turn to be in the center next. I sucked her right breast into my mouth while Clara lunched on her left breast. Monica started to moan and shake her hips. It was then that I looked down and comment Clara was fucking Monica 's pussy with two fingers. I began passionately kissing Monica on the mouth while rolling her right nipple between my pollex and index finger. She let out a low groan, and her eubstance stiffened. I knew she just experienced an orgasm.

I moved from her lips back down to bear on sucking Monica 's'right tit. I closed my heart and nestled my face close to her breast and gently sucked and rolled her nipple in my oral fissure. I felt movement from Clara and opened my centre in prison term to see her insert two wet fingers into Monica 's mouth ; the same two wet fingers she had been fucking Monica'pussy with. Monica licked and sucked Clara 's fingers clean. I got an prompt hard-on. I had to set out slowly stroking my shaft. I watched as Clara slowly kissed her way down Monica 's stomach. Monica opened her legs wide enough to chip in full approach to her fork. Clara licked the interior of Monica 's right field 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 feat to fight her away.

Clara took her pollex and spread the backtalk of Monica 's pussy. She ran her tongue up and down the smooth pink paries of her vagina before latching onto her clitoris. Monica jumped at the first off 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 take longsighted for Monica 's second orgasm to shake her unhurt consistency. As Monica recovers from her orgasm, Clara starts to thrash Monica's twat, while rapidly rub Monica 's clit with two fingers. Monica was moaning and writhing as she rushes headlong into her one-third magnificent orgasm. As soon as Monica was in the middle of her orgasm, Clara shoves her eye digit up Monica 's fast little dark-brown asshole. The results were unconvincing. Monica starts trembling and shaking ; her body is covered with goose skin and a perch sheen of fret. She could n't look to catch her breathing spell. Monica bolts upright in the bed and puts her hands on each side of Clara 's face and pulls her into a passionate kiss. The kiss seems to go forever, and I was sure Clara could feel it throughout her entirely body because sexual fluids gush from her vagina. It had to experience been one of the most fantastic coming Clara has ever experienced.

I tried to work my way back into the mix, but Clara and Monica immediately crawled into the 69 perspective and began to devour each former 's puss. I was enjoying the Lesbian show so much I stroked my cock until I enjoyed two consecutive climax. Neither woman showed any signboard of giving up the sexual brilliance they were both obviously experiencing. I watched for a while longer then slipped off into a peaceful slumber. When I woke up the next aurora 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 affair might be right. It really did n't matter to me, I have always liked watching two woman together.

I had n't heard from Monica or Clara by four o'clock. I did n't know 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 visit Monica. She answers on the third gang and offers her excuse for not notifying me that she was going to spend the weekend with her girl and grandchildren. I hung up and called Clara 's number but got no answer. At six 30, I gave up and tug to a local fasting food restaurant for a cheeseburger and fries.

Sabbatum, I went for an early morning jog and showered before walking over to the diversion hall to check the bulletin board for any particular events. All I found there were dozens of old ma'am playing cards, or draughts, or reading books. I could n't find Clara anywhere. I decide to pay a surprise visit to my vernal daughter and grandchildren. I returned to 'The Meadows'around nine thirty Sunday night completely wore out from the grandchildren. I showered and fell fast asleep.

Mon morning, I went for my common jog, hoping to see Monica. When she was a no-show, I went nursing home and showered before going to the recreation Hall to hold back the bulletin board. The maiden matter on the board to catch my eye was an apartment vacancy that just came available. I went to the bureau to see who was leaving 'The Meadows'. I was told no one was leaving. Monica had decided to give up her apartment and move in with Clara. I felt a knot in my stomach. I had a distinct feeling that Clara and Monica would no longer be needing me to action their sexual needs. I was sad and despondent all hebdomad. Saturday nighttime I had recovered enough to drag myself down to the weekly dance. I did n't see Monica or Clara there. The dance just was n't the like happy spot it once was. I decided to lead. As I made my way to the door, I saw her.

She was a tall strawberry blonde that stood a forefront taller than the fair sex she was huddled with. She looked to be 5'10 '' 135 pounds with greenness eyes that pierced my soul. 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 dance story toward her, she continued to address with women around her. She would look up episodic to supervise my location. My heart was doing flips as I practiced what I was going to say to her. Everything that came to mind sounded clumsy and unskilled. I felt like an awkward teen.

I walked up to her and said, `` Hi ! My name is Henry. Would you like to dance ? '' She smiled, nodded her fountainhead affirmative and told me her name was Pricilla, but her friends called her Prissy. I took her script and led her onto the dance floor. We spent the relief of the evening in each early 's arms. When the dance was over, I walked her back to her apartment and thanked her for a wonderful eve