I'm a 59-year-old retired constabulary police detective who enjoys extreme jogging, reading closed book 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. I have a academic degree in outlaw justice, politics, and political economy. I'm obsessed with running and physical fitness.

After my retirement from the police department and the passing 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 married woman who was the Saami age as me. She 's been gone three years, and I miss her very much. My just protagonist is a go to bed municipal judge named Leslie Howard Stainer Captain Cook. We get on well most of the time when we are not arguing political relation. I also hang around with Gordon Thomas and Milford William Franklin Graham. They are both recede cops, and we enjoy cycling together.

Physically, I'm is in pretty full bod. I'm tall with bronzy skin, Gray hair and blue angel center. I grew up in a middle-class neck of the woods. My father was a police officeholder like myself. He died in the line of business of duty when I was young. I was raised by my mother who was a registered nurse.

I have been a widower for the retiring three class. My outset year living alone I knocked around in my big vacate two-story, four-bedroom dwelling house located in an upscale neck of the woods. My two daughter, 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 calls every day from them checking to see if I was taking my medication, eating properly and getting enough remainder. I appreciated their business concern, but it was getting annoying. I told them I never got bored because I was spending most of my sentence answering their telephone call option. They eventually convinced me to deal the house and motility 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 incessant attention, so I moved in with Susan, my youngest. Susan and her hubby microphone have four Pres Young children, and I was definitely interfering with their class bit ; not to mention the wear and snag on my nervousness. 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 flow out with the great unwashed my own age. I chose 'The meadow'because I was able-bodied to have my own one-bedroom flat complete with kitchen and laundry room.

'The hayfield'was built around a golf course and various modest lakes. I think the add together acreage was around three G. There were other amenities such as a gym, hiking and jogging trails, diversion student residence, a pic dramatics, bowling lanes, livelihood groups, social groups and special events. The village was made up of both married span and unity. A little more than than half were matrimonial couples. Of the exclusive residents, three quarters were single widows and the rest single widower like me. The single woman more than outnumbered the one men.

My first week at 'The hayfield', I met Monica while out for an other daybreak jog. Monica is a 59-year-old draw back 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 offish. She is a liberated woman who defines herself as bisexual. She was quick to assure me she was bi-sexual when I noticed her eyeing other womanhood. She has a degree in school of thought, politics, and economics.

Physically, Monica is in skillful shape. She is mean meridian with a medium complexion, chestnut whisker, and putting green optic. She is a young-looking woman with an athletic body. I would say she was 5'4 '', 110 hammer. It is obvious she takes great pride in her appearance. She could easily give-up the ghost for a woman in her forties.

Monica has lived at 'The meadow'for a year. The morn we met, we spent five hours talking, walk and generally getting to eff 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 affluent region. Her father was a prominent outlaw defense attorney, and her mother was a socialite. Her Father-God died fifteen twelvemonth ago of a heart attempt while she was on vacation at Walter Elias Disney World with her two teenage children. He died while arguing a high-profile fount in court.

She was married to King Arthur Charley Cooke who was also an attorney in her founding father's law house. He was killed two geezerhood ago when a drunk number one wood slammed into his car on a rain-slick road. Monica had two children with husband Arthur : Alannah now aged 28 and Kristin aged 32. They are both happily married with untried children.

Monica turned out to be an excellent Captain James Cook. I brought a bottle of wine, and we finished it off after dinner. We kissed and cuddled for over an minute. Monica is an old-fashioned, woman and clung to her home values. In venom of that, I was capable to cop a tactile property of her breast before the evening was over. We agreed to see each other again, but Monica asks that I take it a bit tiresome. I think I upset her by being too hands-on during our first particular date. However, on our third escort, Monica finally allowed me to fondle and fellate her raw breast. I was not used to moving that slowly, but I felt obliged to honor Monica 's wishes. I knew that in clock time I could eventually entice her into my bed.

Each Saturday nighttime the Retirement village holds a dance for the house physician. I invited Monica, but she told me she was spending the weekend with her daughter, Kristin and her three Whitney Moore Young Jr. grandchildren. I decided to go to the saltation alone. There were several attractive widows at the weekly saltation and only a hand full of individual men. One specific widow caught my tending. I ask her to dance, and she accepted my invitation.

Her public figure was Clara Blurton, and she is also 59 age old, but looked 15 geezerhood vernal. She grew up in an upper-middle-class neck of the woods. Her dad was a physician, and her mother was a senior high shoal biology teacher. She is well educated and energetic. Clara is above average-height with a sensitive complexion, an oval face, long blond haircloth that 's sleek on top with waves that fall below her berm and sparkling green oculus. She was a improbable, slender cleaning lady with a well-proportioned body due mainly to aerobics course. I guessed her summit to be about 5'7 '' and maybe weighing 115 pounds.

She was a retired child psychologist, and she had been married to Norman Thomas Blurton, a successful civil engineer. Thomas died in 2014 at age 61 when a recently constructed bridgework collapsed while he was inspecting it. Clara and her husband never had any kid of their own, so when Dylan Thomas died, she found herself lonely and a niggling depressed.

We danced together the completely night. I 'm in pretty good contour, 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 think back how many nightcaps we had, but we woke up raw in her bed around 10 Sun dayspring. As it turns out, Clara loves practically everything about sex, and she did n't mind admitting it. She let me live 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 Lord's Day eve and called me to go out to dinner. I was exhausted from my weekend with Clara, but I agreed to go. She told me she was excited to see her class but was glad to get back to her normal routine. She told me that she had thought about me the whole weekend and looked forward to spending More prison term with me. We met the next morning for a jog and then a light breakfast. When I returned to my flat, I had a message to call 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 make out to a point where I would have to choose between the two of them. It would be a hard decisiveness to form. I called Clara and invited her to dinner. I told her I had mortal I wanted her to run across. She was puzzled but agreed to come. I immediately called Monica and extended the same invitation. They agreed to satisfy me at my apartment at six o'clock.

Our meeting was very productive. As it turns out, Monica and Clara knew each early by spate, but they were never formally introduced. I explained to them that I enjoyed being with them both and hoped we could all be supporter and continue to enjoy each early 's ship's company. I was banking on the fact that the single women at 'The hayfield'outnumbered the single men by at least three to one. It took a second, but their desire to fight off aloneness won out, and they agreed to let me appointment them both.

The sex was safe than I ever dreamed. The two women sort of got into competition with each other over pleasing me. Monica not only agreed to start having sex with me, she often became the instigator of our sexual ventures. It was missionary manner only with no oral exam sex, but at least she was starting to issue forth around. I began to see the opening of turning this into a competitor between the two fair sex. Monica was still a bit conquer when it came to sex, but again, I considered myself a fortunate man.

If I did consume to choose between the two, it would be challenging because Monica was an splendid Captain James Cook, but hesitant when it came to sexual geographic expedition. However, Clara was n't a great deal of a cook but loved nothing better than to bonk my psyche out. She was totally uninhibited when it came to trying new thing during sex. We fell into a mutually agreeable routine of sharing me. One night I would cause a dinner fit for a top executive at Monica 's flat followed by a paradiddle in the sack with her. And the next dark at Clara 's I would deliver a mediocre dinner followed by uninhabited sex. I was having sex like I was the headmaster of a cocotte firm. I had the best of both domain ; skilful food and good sex.

Every once in a while, I would intentionally spend two Nox in a roller at Clara 's menage just to provoke Monica. She soon got the message and decided she should start having less encumber sex with me if she expected to carry my attending. 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 outdo the other. Monica finally gave me a blowjob and let me finger 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 unnatural. I let it go for the time being but started contemplating a way to change her thinking.

One-night Clara started to suck my mamilla and lightly tickle my balls at the Sami time. It brought back retention of my college twenty-four hour period. I found the sensation to be so gratify, I almost orgasm while she did it. I reciprocated by nibbling and sucking on Clara 's clit, I could experience her body stiffen and started to orgasm. On a whim, I shoved my finger up her ass while sucking and lightly chewing on her clitoris. The answer were unlikely. She started shaking and trembling and making strait that sounded somewhat like a small dog barking. She started gushing cunt juice all over my expression and chest. This was the world-class time I had ever been with a squirter. I liked It ! I could n't wait to distinguish 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 effect on Clara than I first thought.

The next time I was making honey with Monica I noticed she was more fretful and anxious. Her breathing was short and gravelly. I licked down her left thigh, and as I was licking my way back up the aright thigh ; I felt her hand on the back of my head guiding me to her pussy. I clamped down on her clit, and she started thrashing about so wildly, I was having bother maintaining touch. Within in minutes, she was Cumming unvoiced than she had in her whole living. When she finally came down from her high, she put her hands on each slope of my boldness 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 strong traditional values and was now enjoying wild, uninhibited raw sex.

Since the ma'am were getting along so well together and not showing any outward signal of jealousy, I started inviting them both to attach to me to outcome like the movies, to bowling, to local restaurants, and all the Saturday Nox dance. We were all one big happy family. After our night out, we would all return to the apartment of the one I did n't contrive to sleep with that Night. We would enjoy a nightcap or two then I would make a motion on to the residence of my intended 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 overbold decision when I moved to 'The hayfield'.

Monica and Clara became such just admirer, they began going on shopping sprees together at the local shopping mall. In fact, they started spending more and more time together. I also noticed their hugs were lasting a bit longer than usual. I remembered Monica admitting when we first met that she was bi-sexual and for a momentary 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 nighttime, instead of attending the moving-picture show at 'The Meadows', Clara suggested we all go to the topical anaesthetic picture palace in township. We all agreed and piled into my car. As I might cause expected, Clara had just the moving picture she thought we would delight. The film turned out to be an adult moving picture with lots of nudeness and some of the most develop sex scenes I have ever seen on the big screen. When we left the theatre, I trailed behind the miss trying to hide my massive erection. As we were settling into my car, Clara announced that the pic had her panties soaking wet. And to my surprisal, Monica chimed in that her step-in were also soaking wet.

When we arrived at Monica 's flat, the girls were still talking about the various sex scenes that had turned them on, and I still had a ride erection. I settled on the sofa next to Clara while Monica fixed us all an extra strong nightcap. I was no longer trying to conceal my hard-on. Monica slid onto the couch on my other incline, and we continued chattering about the movie. There was a yoke of gay woman scenes in the film, and both womanhood seemed giddy when they discussed them. Monica continued delivering the nightcaps. I would interchange between kissing Clara then Monica. Then out of the blue devil, Clara suggested we all spend the night together, and without another word, Monica took my hand and led us to her bedroom. In less than a minute of arc we were all nude and cuddling in Monica 's bed.

I was lying on my spinal column between to the two girls when I flashed back to an encounter 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 ecstasy ''. I had to admit I had never heard of it. The coeds each took one of my nipple into their oral fissure and started sucking and chewing on them while taking bout stroking my turncock. I recalled how pleasant it had been and I suggested to Clara and Monica we give a try. Clara locked onto my proper tit immediately, and Monica followed by sucking my exit mamilla into her warm mouth. Monica began stroking my peter as she worked on my nipple and Clara started lightly tickling my Ball with her fingertips. After about a moment of this, I shot my load all over my chest and belly. Clara went to bring right away cleaning my chest of drawers with her tongue. Monica was watching in amazement, but not moving. Clara reached over and put her hand on the spine of Monica 's fountainhead and guided her mouth to a puddle of my cum. She took a fiddling bit on her tongue then rolled it around in her mouth. In the next moment, both young woman were busily licking my chest and belly clean.

It was Monica 's turn to be in the midsection future. I sucked her rectify breast into my mouth while Clara lunched on her left breast. Monica started to moan and rock her pelvic girdle. It was then that I looked down and noticed Clara was fucking Monica 's puss with two fingerbreadth. I began passionately kissing Monica on the lips while rolling her right nipple between my thumb and power finger. She let out a low moan, and her body stiffened. I knew she just experienced an orgasm.

I moved from her lips back down to continue sucking Monica 's'good nipple. I closed my eyes and nestled my font close to her breast and gently sucked and rolled her nipple in my mouth. I felt move from Clara and opened my eyes in sentence to see her inclose two wet fingerbreadth into Monica 's oral cavity ; the same two wet fingers she had been fucking Monica'snatch with. Monica licked and sucked Clara 's fingers clean. I got an immediate erection. I had to begin slowly stroking my turncock. I watched as Clara slowly kissed her way down Monica 's tummy. Monica opened her legs wide enough to ease up full access to her crotch. Clara licked the inside of Monica 's rightfulness thigh down to her articulatio genus then switched over to her left thigh and worked back up. When she neared Monica 's vagina, I noticed Monica made no effort to campaign her away.

Clara took her pollex and spread the backtalk of Monica 's kitty-cat. She ran her spit up and down the smooth pink walls of her vagina before latching onto her clit. Monica jumped at the first touch but soon relaxed and started raising her pelvic arch to meet Clara 's tongue. Clara began to lap and chew on Monica 's clit eagerly. It did n't take long for Monica 's s climax to shake off her whole body. As Monica recovers from her orgasm, Clara starts to lick Monica's pussy, while rapidly rub Monica 's clit with two fingers. Monica was moaning and writhing as she rushes headlong into her third magnificent orgasm. As soon as Monica was in the midriff of her orgasm, Clara shoves her heart fingerbreadth up Monica 's pixilated little brown son of a bitch. The resolution were unbelievable. Monica starts trembling and shaking ; her body is covered with gooseflesh and a igniter sheen of sweat. She could n't seem to entrance her breath. Monica bolts upright in the bed and puts her hands on each side of Clara 's aspect and pulls her into a passionate kiss. The osculation seems to utmost forever, and I was sure Clara could palpate it throughout her totally body because sexual fluids outburst from her vagina. It had to have 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 position and began to go through each other 's pussy. I was enjoying the Lesbian appearance so often I stroked my hammer until I enjoyed two consecutive orgasm. Neither cleaning lady 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 sopor. When I woke up the next aurora 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 serve but believe my initial intuition about them and a tribade affair might be right. It really did n't affair 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 know 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 third anchor ring and offers her excuse 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 reply. At six XXX, I gave up and drove to a local fast solid food restaurant for a cheeseburger and fries.

Sat, I went for an early on morning jog and showered before walking over to the recreation hall to check the bulletin board for any extra events. All I found there were wads of old ladies playing cards, or checkers, or reading Christian Bible. I could n't find Clara anywhere. I decide to pay a surprise sojourn to my unseasoned daughter and grandchildren. I returned to 'The meadow'around nine thirty Lord's Day night completely wore out from the grandchildren. I showered and fell fast asleep.

Monday morning, I went for my common jog, hoping to see Monica. When she was a no-show, I went house and showered before going to the refreshment hall to check the bulletin board. The first affair on the board to catch my eye was an apartment emptiness that just came available. I went to the role to see who was leaving 'The Meadows'. I was told no one was leaving. Monica had decided to afford up her apartment and relocation in with Clara. I felt a knot in my stomach. I had a distinguishable feeling that Clara and Monica would no longer be needing me to fulfill their intimate pauperization. I was sad and despondent all week. Saturday Night I had recovered enough to scuff myself down to the hebdomadal dance. 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 threshold, I saw her.

She was a improbable strawberry blonde that stood a head word taller than the women she was huddled with. She looked to be 5'10 '' 135 quid with light-green eyes that pierced my somebody. This adult female 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 saltation trading floor toward her, she continued to speak with women around her. She would count up occasional to supervise my location. My nitty-gritty was doing somersault as I practiced what I was going to say to her. Everything that came to mind sounded clumsy and inexpert. I felt like an awkward teenager.

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