I'm a 59-year-old retired police detective who enjoys extreme jogging, reading mystery story novels, listening to music and saltation. I have been described as loveable and generous, but I can also be described as very suspicious minded and a bit behind. I'm a Patriotic American who defines myself as straight. I have a stage in criminal judge, politics, and economics. I'm obsessed with running and physical fitness.

After my retirement from the police department and the release of my wife, I moved into a retreat Greenwich Village out in the Southwest. If you think old people do n't delight sex, you are mistaken. I'm currently single. My most recent romantic relationship was Katelyn, my expire wife who was the Lapplander age as me. She 's been gone three long time, and I miss her very a great deal. My best friend is a retired municipal judge named Leslie Howard Stainer Cook. We get on well nigh of the time when we are not arguing politics. I also hang around with Gordon Norman Mattoon Thomas and Milford William Franklin Graham. They are both retired bull, and we enjoy cycling together.

Physically, I'm is in pretty estimable physical body. I'm tall with bronze skin, Gray fuzz and Blue heart. I grew up in a middle-class neck of the woods. My father was a constabulary officer like myself. He died in the line of duty when I was young. I was raised by my mother who was a registered nurse.

I have been a widower for the past three years. My for the first time year living alone I knocked around in my big empty two-story, four-bedroom home located in an upscale neighborhood. 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 headphone calls every day from them checking to see if I was taking my medication, eating properly and getting enough ease. I appreciated their business concern, but it was getting annoying. I told them I never got drill because I was spending most of my prison term answering their phone calls. They eventually convinced me to sell the menage and move in with one of them.

I moved in with Karen for a yr, but she drove me screwball 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 Mike have four Danton True Young shaver, and I was definitely interfering with their family routine ; not to cite the vesture and binge on my brass. I decided, for the rice beer of everyone 's sanity, it would be better for all if I moved into a retreat Greenwich Village where I could hang out with multitude my own age. I chose 'The Meadows'because I was able to have got my own one-bedroom apartment arrant with kitchen and laundry room.

'The meadow'was built around a golf game track and several low lakes. I think the total acreage was around three thousand. There were former amenities such as a gym, hiking and jogging lead, recreation foyer, a picture theatre, bowling lanes, support mathematical group, social group and special events. The village was made up of both married match and singles. A little Sir Thomas More than one-half were espouse couples. Of the single occupant, three quartern were individual widow and the rest single widowers like me. The single women more than outnumbered the exclusive men.

My firstly week at 'The hayfield', I met Monica while out for an early morning jog. Monica is a 59-year-old retired college professor who enjoys learning new speech communication, sailing and horse racing. She is energetic and smartness, but can also be very selfish and a bit standoffish. She is a liberated cleaning lady who defines herself as bisexual. She was quick to recite me she was bi-sexual when I noticed her eyeing other womanhood. She has a degree in doctrine, government, and economics.

Physically, Monica is in good shape. She is average height with a medium complexion, chestnut hair, and green eyes. She is a young-looking cleaning lady with an athletic torso. I would say she was 5'4 '', 110 punt. It is obvious she takes nifty superbia in her appearance. She could easily pass for a cleaning lady in her forties.

Monica has lived at 'The Meadows'for a yr. The morning 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 neck of the woods. Her beginner was a prominent criminal defense lawyer, and her mother was a socialite. Her begetter died fifteen eld ago of a heart onset while she was on holiday at Walter Elias Disney worldly concern with her two teenage tike. He died while arguing a high-profile case in court.

She was married to Chester Alan Arthur Charley Cooke who was also an lawyer in her founder's law business firm. He was killed two years ago when a sot driver slammed into his car on a rain-slick route. Monica had two tyke with hubby Arthur : Alannah now aged 28 and Kristin aged 32. They are both happily married with Danton True Young children.

Monica turned out to be an splendid cook. I brought a bottle of wine-colored, and we finished it off after dinner. We kissed and cuddled for over an hour. Monica is an demode, adult female and clung to her kinsfolk value. In maliciousness of that, I was able to cop a look of her breast before the eventide 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 third particular date, Monica finally allowed me to fondle and suck her bare breast. I was not used to moving that slowly, but I felt obliged to reward Monica 's wishes. I knew that in prison term I could eventually tempt her into my bed.

Each Saturday night the Retirement small town 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 youthful grandchildren. I decided to go to the dance alone. There were several attractive widow woman at the weekly dance and only a manus entire of one men. One specific widow woman caught my attention. 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 jr.. She grew up in an upper-middle-class neighborhood. Her dad was a doctor, and her mother was a high school biology teacher. She is well educated and up-and-coming. Clara is above average-height with a medium complexion, an elliptical face, long blond whisker that 's aerodynamic on top with waves that fall below her shoulder and sparkling dark-green eyes. She was a marvelous, slender fair sex 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 go to sleep child psychologist, and she had been married to Lowell Thomas Blurton, a successful civil engineer. Lowell Jackson Thomas died in 2014 at age 61 when a recently constructed nosepiece collapsed while he was inspecting it. Clara and her husband never had any children of their own, so when Lowell Jackson Thomas died, she found herself lonely and a small depressed.

We danced together the whole night. I 'm in pretty good condition, but Clara loves aerobic exercise and danced traffic circle around me. I walked Clara back to her apartment, and she invited me in for a nightcap. I do n't remember how many nightcaps we had, but we woke up raw 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 willing to try just about anything at to the lowest degree once. We showered together then went out for Sunday brunch.

Monica returned to 'The Meadows'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 household but was glad to get back to her rule procedure. She told me that she had thought about me the whole weekend and looked forward to spending more metre with me. We met the next morning for a jog and then a Inner Light 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 possibleness of keeping it a occult 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 gunpoint where I would stimulate to choose between the two of them. It would be a hard decision to make. I called Clara and invited her to dinner. I told her I had person I wanted her to meet. She was puzzled but agreed to fall. I immediately called Monica and extended the same invitation. They agreed to meet me at my apartment 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 supporter and continue to enjoy each other 's fellowship. 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 moment, but their desire to defend off desolation won out, and they agreed to let me particular date them both.

The sex was meliorate than I ever dreamed. The two charwoman form of got into competition with each other over pleasing me. Monica not only agreed to start having sex with me, she often became the initiator of our intimate venture. It was missionary expressive style only with no oral sex, but at to the lowest degree she was starting to come around. I began to see the possibilities of turning this into a competition between the two women. Monica was still a bit subdue when it came to sex, but again, I considered myself a fortunate man.

If I did have to choose between the two, it would be challenging because Monica was an excellent Cook, but hesitant when it came to sexual exploration. However, Clara was n't much of a Cook but loved nothing better than to roll in the hay my genius out. She was totally uninhibited when it came to trying new affair during sex. We fell into a mutually consonant turn of sharing me. One Night I would induce a dinner fit for a king at Monica 's apartment followed by a roll in the sack 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 professional of a fancy woman house. I had the in effect of both human beings ; skillful food and beneficial sex.

Every once in a while, I would intentionally spend two Nox in a roll at Clara 's house just to evoke Monica. She soon got the subject matter and decided she should start having less moderate sex with me if she expected to check 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 surmount the early. Monica finally gave me a blowjob and let me finger her pussy and lick her thigh, but when I tried to put my mouth anywhere near her pussycat, 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 go down on my nipples and lightly vellicate my balls at the Lapplander fourth dimension. It brought back storage of my college Clarence Shepard Day Jr.. I found the sensation to be so gratifying, I almost orgasm while she did it. I reciprocated by nibbling and sucking on Clara 's clit, I could feel her organic structure stiffen and started to orgasm. On a whim, I shoved my finger up her ass while sucking and lightly chewing on her clit. The outcome were unconvincing. She started shaking and trembling and making sound that sounded somewhat like a small dog barking. She started gushing snatch juice all over my face and chest. This was the offset time I had ever been with a squirt gun. I liked It ! I could n't expect to tell Monica about it, but to my astonishment, Clara told her about it before I had the chance. I guess it had made a more significant picture on Clara than I first thought.

The next time I was making erotic love with Monica I noticed she was more fidgety and queasy. Her ventilation was short and raspy. I licked down her leave alone thigh, and as I was licking my way back up the right thigh ; I felt her script on the vertebral column of my head guiding me to her snatch. I clamped down on her clit, and she started thrashing about so wildly, I was having bother maintaining middleman. Within in minutes, she was Cumming toilsome than she had in her all life story. When she finally came down from her high, she put her hired man on each side 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 impregnable traditional value and was now enjoying wild, uninhibited raw sex.

Since the dame were getting along so well together and not showing any outwards polarity of jealousy, I started inviting them both to accompany me to result like the moving picture, to bowling, to local anaesthetic eating place, and all the Sat night dances. We were all one big happy family. After our nighttime out, we would all return to the apartment of the one I did n't plan to slumber with that Nox. We would enjoy a nightcap or two then I would move on to the residency of my intended sex partner and indulge in a Nox of walking on air. I had them trained to my atonement and considered myself a golden man. I had made a very wise decision when I moved to 'The Meadows'.

Monica and Clara became such good Friend, they began going on shopping sprees together at the local plaza. In fact, they started spending more and more sentence 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 fleeting mo, I thought maybe the two of them had discovered the joy of lesbianism. I quickly put that thought out of my mind.

On Thursday night, instead of attending the flick at 'The Meadows', Clara suggested we all go to the local Cinema 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 movie with lots of nudity and some of the most explicate sex scene I have ever seen on the big screen. When we left the theater of operations, I trailed behind the girls trying to blot out my massive erection. As we were settling into my car, Clara announced that the pic had her panties soaking wet. And to my surprise, Monica chimed in that her pantie were also soaking wet.

When we arrived at Monica 's apartment, the girls were still talking about the diverse sex scenes 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 additional strong nightcap. I was no longer trying to hide my erection. Monica slid onto the sofa on my former face, and we continued chattering about the motion picture. There was a twain of Lesbian vista 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, Clara suggested we all spend the night together, and without another word, Monica took my handwriting and led us to her bedroom. In to a lesser extent than a minute we were all nude and cuddling in Monica 's bed.

I was lying on my back between to the two girls when I flashed back to an encounter I had while in college. I was at a fraternity house, naked in bed with two Danton True 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 teat into their mouthpiece and started sucking and chewing on them while taking tour 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 nipple immediately, and Monica followed by sucking my allow for nipple into her lovesome backtalk. Monica began stroking my cock as she worked on my pap and Clara started lightly tickling my balls with her fingertips. After about a min of this, I shot my load all over my chest and belly. Clara went to mold right away cleaning my bureau with her spit. Monica was watching in astonishment, but not moving. Clara reached over and put her handwriting on the back of Monica 's psyche and guided her mouth to a puddle of my cum. She took a little bit on her glossa then rolled it around in her lip. In the future moment, both missy were busily licking my chest and belly clean.

It was Monica 's number to be in the middle next. I sucked her right breast into my mouthpiece while Clara lunched on her left breast. Monica started to groan and rock her hips. It was then that I looked down and note Clara was fucking Monica 's pussycat with two finger. I began passionately kissing Monica on the lips while rolling her right hand nipple between my ovolo and forefinger digit. 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 preserve sucking Monica 's'right teat. I closed my eyes and nestled my expression close to her breast and gently sucked and rolled her mammilla in my mouth. I felt bm from Clara and opened my eyes in time to see her insert two wet finger's breadth into Monica 's rima oris ; the same two wet digit she had been fucking Monica'pussy with. Monica licked and sucked Clara 's fingers clean. I got an immediate hard-on. I had to get slowly stroking my cock. I watched as Clara slowly kissed her way down Monica 's stomach. Monica opened her ramification blanket enough to generate wax access to her crotch. Clara licked the inside of Monica 's rightfulness thigh down to her knee then switched over to her left second joint and worked back up. When she neared Monica 's vagina, I noticed Monica made no effort to fight her away.

Clara took her quarter round and spread the rim of Monica 's pussy. She ran her spit up and down the polish pink paries of her vagina before latching onto her button. Monica jumped at the commencement inter-group communication but soon relaxed and started raising her hip joint to meet Clara 's lingua. Clara began to lap and manducate on Monica 's clit eagerly. It did n't take long for Monica 's second orgasm to shake her unanimous organic structure. As Monica recovers from her orgasm, Clara starts to drub Monica's pussy, while rapidly rub Monica 's clit with two fingers. Monica was moaning and writhing as she rushes headlong into her third base magnificent coming. As soon as Monica was in the midsection of her orgasm, Clara shoves her middle finger up Monica 's tight little brown asshole. The termination were unbelievable. Monica starts trembling and shaking ; her body is covered with goosebumps and a luminosity sheen of lather. She could n't seem to entrance her breath. Monica deadbolt upright in the bed and puts her hands on each position of Clara 's typeface and pulls her into a passionate osculation. The kiss seems to last forever, and I was certainly Clara could feel it throughout her completely consistence because sexual fluids gush from her vagina. It had to cause been one of the most fantastic 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 down each other 's kitty-cat. I was enjoying the lesbian appearance so a lot I stroked my cock until I enjoyed two sequential climax. Neither woman showed any augury of giving up the sexual grandness they were both obviously experiencing. I watched for a while longer then slipped off into a passive sleep. When I woke up the next morning Clara and Monica were still snuggled in each other 's implements of war. They were resting so serenely, I slid out of bed and quietly made my way back to my flat. I could n't help but think my initial intuition about them and a lesbian affair might be right. It really did n't subject 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 experience 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 prognosticate Monica. She answers on the third ring and offers her excuse for not notifying me that she was going to spend the weekend with her daughter and grandchildren. I hung up and called Clara 's number but got no answer. At six thirty, I gave up and drove to a local anaesthetic fast food for thought restaurant for a cheeseburger and fries.

Saturday, I went for an early morning jog and showered before walking over to the recreation hall to tick off the bulletin add-in for any peculiar event. All I found there were dozens of old Lady playing cards, or checkers, or reading record book. I could n't find oneself Clara anywhere. I decide to pay a surprise sojourn to my untested daughter and grandchildren. I returned to 'The meadow'around nine thirty Sunday Nox completely wore out from the grandchildren. I showered and fell fast asleep.

Monday morning, I went for my usual jog, hoping to see Monica. When she was a truant, I went home and showered before going to the recreation Charles Martin Hall to check the bulletin board. The first thing on the board to arrest my eye was an apartment vacancy that just came available. I went to the berth to see who was leaving 'The meadow'. I was told no one was leaving. Monica had decided to contribute up her apartment and move in with Clara. I felt a knot in my belly. I had a distinct look that Clara and Monica would no longer be needing me to fulfill their sexual penury. I was sad and heartsick all week. Sat night I had recovered enough to drag myself down to the weekly dancing. I did n't see Monica or Clara there. The saltation just was n't the Sami happy place it once was. I decided to go forth. As I made my way to the door, I saw her.

She was a marvelous strawberry blonde that stood a headway taller than the women she was huddled with. She looked to be 5'10 '' 135 pound with green eyes that pierced my soul. This womanhood had to be one of the most beautiful beast I had ever seen in my biography. She saw me about the same prison term I saw her. As I moved across the dance floor toward her, she continued to speak with adult female around her. She would look up periodic to monitor my location. My heart was doing summerset as I practiced what I was going to say to her. Everything that came to beware sounded clumsy and amateurish. I felt like an awkward teenager.

I walked up to her and said, `` Hi ! My public figure is henry. Would you like to trip the light fantastic ? '' She smiled, nodded her heading 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 rest of the evening in each former 's arms. When the dance was over, I walked her back to her apartment and thanked her for a marvelous eventide