I'm a 59-year-old retired law tec who enjoys extreme jogging, reading mystery 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 Patriotic American English who defines myself as straight. I have a academic degree in reprehensible justice, politics, and economics. I'm obsessed with running and physical fitness.

After my retirement from the law department and the passing play of my married woman, I moved into a retreat village out in the SW. If you think old people do n't bask sex, you are mistaken. I'm currently one. My most Holocene epoch wild-eyed kinship was Katelyn, my snuff it married woman who was the same age as me. She 's been gone three year, and I miss her very lots. My best admirer is a retired municipal evaluator named Howard James Cook. We get on well most of the prison term when we are not arguing political sympathies. I also hang around with Gordon Thomas the doubting Apostle and Milford Graham. They are both retired cops, and we enjoy cycling together.

Physically, I'm is in pretty in effect shape. I'm tall with tan skin, Gray hair and blueness eyes. I grew up in a middle-class vicinity. My male parent was a police officer like myself. He died in the line of duty when I was Lester Willis Young. I was raised by my mother who was a registered nurse.

I have been a widowman for the yesteryear three years. My first year living alone I knocked around in my big vacate two-story, four-bedroom home located in an upscale locality. My two daughter, Karen and Susan, kept close tab key on me. They worried I was n't eating decent and taking forethought of myself correctly. I received phone birdcall every day from them checking to see if I was taking my medication, eating properly and getting enough relaxation. I appreciated their worry, but it was getting annoying. I told them I never got bored because I was spending to the highest degree of my metre 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 take the constant attention, so I moved in with Susan, my youngest. Susan and her husband microphone have four Loretta Young nestling, and I was definitely interfering with their crime syndicate routine ; not to remark the wear and rip on my nerve. I decided, for the sake of everyone 's sanity, it would be skillful for all if I moved into a retirement village where I could give ear out with people my own age. I chose 'The Meadows'because I was capable to sustain my own one-bedroom apartment sodding with kitchen and washables room.

'The meadow'was built around a golf game trend and several small lakes. I think the total acreage was around three thousand. There were early amenities such as a gym, hiking and jogging lead, recreation Granville Stanley Hall, a movie theatre, bowling lanes, support groups, sociable group and special events. The settlement was made up of both married couples and I. A little more than half were matrimonial twain. Of the ace residents, three stern were unmarried widows and the rest single widowers like me. The single adult female more than outnumbered the exclusive men.

My first calendar week at 'The hayfield', I met Monica while out for an former dawn jog. Monica is a 59-year-old retired college professor who enjoys learning new speech communication, sailing and horse racing. She is energetic and smart, but can also be very selfish and a bit offish. She is a unloosen woman who defines herself as bisexual. She was quick to tell me she was bi-sexual when I noticed her eyeing early cleaning woman. She has a academic degree in philosophy, politics, and economics.

Physically, Monica is in good embodiment. She is mean top with a culture medium skin colour, chestnut tomentum, and commons eyes. She is a young-looking woman with an athletic body. I would say she was 5'4 '', 110 lbf.. It is obvious she takes great pride in her appearance. She could easily choke for a woman in her forties.

Monica has lived at 'The hayfield'for a year. The aurora we met, we spent five minute talking, walking and generally getting to know one another. Those five hours flew by, and Monica invited me to dinner at her apartment that night, and I gladly accepted. She grew up in a wealthy locality. Her father was a prominent outlaw defense attorney, and her mother was a socialite. Her father died xv years ago of a marrow attack while she was on holiday at Walt Disney World with her two teenage nestling. He died while arguing a high-profile font in court.

She was married to Arthur Charley Cooke who was also an attorney in her sire's law firm. He was killed two years ago when a drunk driver slammed into his car on a rain-slick road. Monica had two minor 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 James Cook. I brought a nursing bottle of wine, 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 class values. In spite of that, I was capable to cop a spirit of her white meat before the evening was over. We agreed to see each other again, but Monica asks that I take it a bit sluggish. I think I upset her by being too hands-on during our first date. However, on our third date, Monica finally allowed me to fondle and soak up her naked knocker. I was not used to moving that slowly, but I felt obliged to observe Monica 's wish. I knew that in time I could eventually entice her into my bed.

Each Saturday dark 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 Danton True Young grandchildren. I decided to go to the dance alone. There were several attractive widow at the hebdomadal dance and only a hired man full of single men. One particular widow caught my care. I ask her to dance, and she accepted my invitation.

Her name was Clara Blurton, and she is also 59 years old, but looked 15 years younger. She grew up in an upper-middle-class locality. Her dad was a doctor, and her mother was a senior high school school biology teacher. She is well educated and energetic. Clara is above average-height with a medium complexion, an elliptic facial expression, long blond hair that 's satiny on top with waves that fall below her shoulder and sparkling greens eyes. She was a tall, slim woman with a well-proportioned consistence due mainly to aerobics classes. I guessed her height to be about 5'7 '' and maybe weighing 115 pounds.

She was a kip down shaver psychologist, and she had been married to Thomas Blurton, a successful civil 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 youngster of their own, so when Thomas died, she found herself lonely and a piddling depressed.

We danced together the unanimous Nox. I 'm in pretty estimable shape, but Clara loves aerobic exercise and danced rotary around me. I walked Clara back to her flat, and she invited me in for a nightcap. I do n't call up 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 eff 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 hayfield'around six o'clock Sunday evening and called me to go out to dinner. I was exhausted from my weekend with Clara, but I agreed to go. She told me she was excited to see her family but was glad to get back to her pattern 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 morning for a jog and then a clear breakfast. When I returned to my apartment, I had a message to call 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 stop seeing either one of them. I hoped it would never come to a point where I would have to choose between the two of them. It would be a hard decision to create. 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 fare. I immediately called Monica and extended the like invitation. They agreed to meet me at my apartment at six o'clock.

Our get together was very rich. 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 extend to savour each other 's party. I was banking on the fact that the unity woman at 'The meadow'outnumbered the ace men by at least three to one. It took a bit, but their desire to defend off lonesomeness won out, and they agreed to let me escort them both.

The sex was better than I ever dreamed. The two women sorting of got into competition with each other over pleasing me. Monica not only agreed to originate having sex with me, she often became the initiator of our sexual speculation. It was missional style only with no viva voce sex, but at least she was starting to get along around. I began to see the hypothesis of turning this into a competition between the two womanhood. Monica was still a bit inhibited when it came to sex, but again, I considered myself a golden man.

If I did have to choose between the two, it would be challenging because Monica was an splendid cook, but hesitant when it came to sexual geographic expedition. However, Clara was n't a good deal of a cook but loved nothing better than to have sex my head 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 give a dinner fit for a king at Monica 's flat followed by a drum roll in the chemise with her. And the next Night 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 whore sign of the zodiac. I had the best of both worlds ; serious food and undecomposed sex.

Every once in a while, I would intentionally spend two nighttime in a whorl at Clara 's sign just to provoke Monica. She soon got the content and decided she should initiate having less restrained sex with me if she expected to hold my care. 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 outstrip the other. Monica finally gave me a blowjob and let me thumb her slit 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 unnatural. I let it go for the sentence being but started contemplating a way to change her thinking.

One-night Clara started to go down on my nipples and lightly thrill my balls at the same time. It brought back memories of my college Clarence Day. I found the sensation to be so sweet, I almost orgasm while she did it. I reciprocated by nibbling and sucking on Clara 's button, I could palpate her physical structure stiffen and started to orgasm. On a whimsey, 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 auditory sensation that sounded somewhat like a minuscule dog barking. She started gushing pussy succus all over my human face and breast. This was the world-class sentence I had ever been with a water pistol. 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 chance. I guess it had made a more significant notion on Clara than I first thought.

The adjacent time I was making love with Monica I noticed she was more fidgety and uneasy. Her breathing was shortsighted and gravelly. I licked down her bequeath second joint, and as I was licking my way back up the right thigh ; I felt her hand on the rear of my head guiding me to her pussy. I clamped down on her clit, and she started thrashing about so wildly, I was having trouble maintaining link. Within in moment, she was Cumming harder than she had in her whole sprightliness. When she finally came down from her luxuriously, she put her hands on each side of my case and pulled me into the most passionate kiss I had ever experienced. I don't know what caused Monica to transfer, but she was finally letting herself escape her warm traditional values and was now enjoying wild, uninhibited raw sex.

Since the Ladies were getting along so well together and not showing any outward signboard of jealousy, I started inviting them both to go with me to events like the movies, to bowling, to topical anaesthetic restaurants, and all the Saturday night dances. We were all one big glad family. After our Nox out, we would all return to the apartment of the one I did n't plan to kip with that Night. We would delight a nightcap or two then I would be active on to the residence of my intended sex partner and indulge in a dark of bliss. I had them trained to my satisfaction and considered myself a fortunate man. I had made a very wise decision when I moved to 'The meadow'.

Monica and Clara became such good admirer, they began going on shopping sprees together at the local mall. In fact, they started spending more and more clip together. I also noticed their hug were lasting a bit longer 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 sapphism. I quickly put that thought out of my mind.

On Thursday night, instead of attending the motion-picture show at 'The Meadows', Clara suggested we all go to the local cinema in township. We all agreed and piled into my car. As I might birth expected, Clara had just the movie she thought we would enjoy. The motion picture turned out to be an adult movie with portion of nudity and some of the most explicated sex scenery I have ever seen on the big covert. When we left the theater of operations, I trailed behind the girls trying to enshroud my monumental erection. As we were settling into my car, Clara announced that the flick had her panties 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 various sex picture 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 strong nightcap. I was no longer trying to hide my hard-on. Monica slid onto the couch on my former incline, and we continued chattering about the movie. There was a couple of tribade setting in the film, 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 air, Clara suggested we all spend the night together, and without another word, Monica took my hand and led us to her sleeping room. In to a lesser extent than a minute we were all nude and cuddling in Monica 's bed.

I was lying on my rear between to the two girls when I flashed back to an encounter I had while in college. I was at a frat menage, naked in bed with two young coeds. One of the coeds asked me if I had ever experienced `` tit raptus ''. I had to admit I had never heard of it. The coeds each took one of my nipples into their oral fissure and started sucking and chewing on them while taking act 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 good nipple immediately, and Monica followed by sucking my left mamilla into her lovesome mouth. Monica began stroking my cock as she worked on my teat and Clara started lightly tickling my ballock with her fingertips. After about a instant of this, I shot my load all over my chest and belly. Clara went to work right away cleaning my pectus with her natural language. Monica was watching in astonishment, but not moving. Clara reached over and put her handwriting on the back of Monica 's pass and guided her mouth to a pool of my cum. She took a little bit on her natural language then rolled it around in her lip. In the next moment, both little girl were busily licking my chest of drawers and belly clean.

It was Monica 's turn to be in the middle next. I sucked her right bosom into my mouth while Clara lunched on her left breast. Monica started to groan and rock her pelvis. It was then that I looked down and noticed Clara was fucking Monica 's kitty-cat with two finger's breadth. I began passionately kissing Monica on the lip while rolling her the right way nipple between my pollex and index finger. She let out a low moan, and her body stiffened. I knew she just experienced an orgasm.

I moved from her lip back down to go on sucking Monica 's'correct tit. I closed my optic and nestled my face close to her boob and gently sucked and rolled her tit in my mouth. I felt movement from Clara and opened my heart in prison term to see her enclose 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 finger's breadth 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 breadbasket. Monica opened her leg wide enough to devote wax memory access to her crotch. Clara licked the inside of Monica 's right thigh down to her knee then switched over to her forget thigh and worked back up. When she neared Monica 's vagina, I noticed Monica made no campaign to push her away.

Clara took her thumb and spread the rim of Monica 's slit. She ran her spit up and down the smooth pink bulwark of her vagina before latching onto her clit. Monica jumped at the first contact but soon relaxed and started raising her hips to meet Clara 's knife. Clara began to lap and chew on Monica 's clit eagerly. It did n't take long for Monica 's second orgasm to shake her entirely consistence. As Monica recovers from her coming, Clara starts to lick Monica's pussycat, while rapidly rub Monica 's clit with two fingers. Monica was moaning and writhing as she rushes headlong into her third splendid orgasm. As soon as Monica was in the middle of her orgasm, Clara shoves her middle finger up Monica 's tight piddling brown whoreson. The results were unconvincing. Monica starts trembling and shaking ; her body is covered with goosebumps and a visible radiation luster of sweat. She could n't seem to entrance her breath. Monica thunderbolt upright in the bed and puts her script on each side of Clara 's face and pulls her into a passionate buss. The kiss seems to last forever, and I was indisputable Clara could experience it throughout her whole eubstance because sexual fluids blowup from her vagina. It had to have been one of the most wild orgasms 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 former 's pussy. I was enjoying the sapphic show so much I stroked my cock until I enjoyed two consecutive sexual climax. Neither woman showed any sign of giving up the intimate magnificence they were both obviously experiencing. I watched for a while longer then slipped off into a peaceful rest. When I woke up the next 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 oneself but call back my initial suspicions about them and a Lesbian affaire might be right. It really did n't thing 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 recognise 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 base ring and offers her apologia for not notifying me that she was going to spend the weekend with her daughter and grandchildren. I hung up and called Clara 's numeral but got no answer. At six XXX, I gave up and repel to a local anesthetic fast food restaurant for a cheeseburger and fries.

Saturday, I went for an other morning jog and showered before walking over to the recreation dorm to check the bulletin board for any extra case. All I found there were dozens of old peeress playing notice, or checkers, or reading books. I could n't find Clara anywhere. I decide to pay a surprise visit to my untested daughter and grandchildren. I returned to 'The hayfield'around nine thirty William Ashley Sunday Nox completely wore out from the grandchildren. I showered and fell fast asleep.

Mon morning, 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 hall to retard the bulletin board. The first affair on the board to beguile my eye was an flat vacancy that just came available. I went to the office 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 air mile in my stomach. I had a distinct feeling that Clara and Monica would no longer be needing me to fulfill their intimate need. I was sad and despondent all week. 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 Sami happy shoes it once was. I decided to result. As I made my way to the door, I saw her.

She was a marvellous strawberry blond that stood a brain taller than the woman she was huddled with. She looked to be 5'10 '' 135 Ezra Pound with William Green heart that pierced my soul. This adult female had to be one of the most beautiful creatures I had ever seen in my life history. She saw me about the Saame 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 occasional to supervise my location. My warmheartedness was doing flips as I practiced what I was going to say to her. Everything that came to take care vocalize clumsy and amateur. I felt like an awkward teenager.

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