I'm a 59-year-old retired police detective who enjoys extreme jogging, reading mystery novels, listening to music and dancing. I have been described as loveable and generous, but I can also be described as very wary minded and a bit stern. I'm a loyal American who defines myself as straight. I have a arcdegree in criminal justness, politics, and economics. I'm obsessed with running and physical fitness.

After my retreat from the police section and the passing of my wife, I moved into a Retirement Village out in the Southwest. If you think old people do n't love sex, you are mistaken. I'm currently single. My most recent romanticist human relationship was Katelyn, my deceased wife who was the same age as me. She 's been gone three years, and I miss her very practically. My best friend is a go to bed municipal judge named Leslie Howard Cook. We get on well most of the clip when we are not arguing politics. I also hang around with Gordon Dylan Marlais Thomas and Milford Graham. They are both sack out cops, and we enjoy cycling together.

Physically, I'm is in pretty sound anatomy. I'm tall with bronzy skin, grayness tomentum and amobarbital sodium center. I grew up in a middle-class neighborhood. My father was a police officer like myself. He died in the air of duty when I was young. I was raised by my mother who was a registered nurse.

I have been a widowman for the past three age. My kickoff year living alone I knocked around in my big empty two-story, four-bedroom home located in an upscale locality. My two daughters, Karenic and Susan, kept cheeseparing check on me. They worried I was n't eating right and taking care of myself correctly. I received phone outcry every day from them checking to see if I was taking my medication, eating properly and getting enough rest. I appreciated their vexation, but it was getting annoying. I told them I never got bored because I was spending most of my time answering their phone birdcall. They eventually convinced me to sell the house and move in with one of them.

I moved in with Karen for a year, but she drove me crazy fussing over me day in and day out. I could n't look at the changeless attention, so I moved in with Susan, my youngest. Susan and her husband mike have four young nipper, and I was definitely interfering with their family routine ; not to mention the clothing and tear on my nerves. I decided, for the rice beer of everyone 's sanity, it would be easily for all if I moved into a retirement village where I could hang out with multitude my own age. I chose 'The meadow'because I was able to have my own one-bedroom flat sodding with kitchen and laundry room.

'The hayfield'was built around a golf game course and several humble lakes. I think the tot up acreage was around three thousand. There were other amenity such as a gym, hiking and jogging track, recreation hall, a moving-picture show theatre, bowling lanes, support group, societal groups and peculiar effect. The village was made up of both married couples and unity. A little more than half were married couples. Of the single residents, three after part were unity widows and the relief unity widowers like me. The unity cleaning lady more than outnumbered the 1 men.

My first week at 'The Meadows', I met Monica while out for an former break of the day jog. Monica is a 59-year-old retire college professor who enjoys learning new languages, sailing and cavalry racing. She is up-and-coming and sassy, but can also be very selfish and a bit standoffish. She is a liberated woman who defines herself as bisexual person. She was quick to say me she was bi-sexual when I noticed her eyeing other cleaning woman. She has a level in school of thought, political sympathies, and economics.

Physically, Monica is in safe material body. She is average out height with a medium complexion, chestnut hair, and unripe eyes. She is a young-looking cleaning woman with an gymnastic consistence. I would say she was 5'4 '', 110 pounding. It is obvious she takes great superbia in her appearance. She could easily eliminate for a cleaning woman in her forties.

Monica has lived at 'The hayfield'for a year. The morn we met, we spent five hours talking, walking and generally getting to know one another. Those five hr flew by, and Monica invited me to dinner at her apartment that night, and I gladly accepted. She grew up in a flush neighborhood. Her Father of the Church was a prominent outlaw defense reaction attorney, and her mother was a socialite. Her Church Father died xv years ago of a heart plan of attack while she was on vacation at Disney human race with her two teenage nestling. He died while arguing a high-profile case in court.

She was married to Arthur Charley Jay Cooke who was also an attorney in her founder's law firm. He was killed two old age ago when a drunk driver slammed into his car on a rain-slick road. Monica had two children with hubby President Arthur : Alannah now aged 28 and Kristin aged 32. They are both happily married with youth children.

Monica turned out to be an first-class Cook. I brought a bottle of wine, and we finished it off after dinner. We kissed and cuddled for over an time of day. Monica is an old-fashioned, woman and clung to her family values. In nastiness of that, I was capable to cop a feel of her knocker before the evening was over. We agreed to see each other again, but Monica asks that I take it a bit dim. I think I upset her by being too hands-on during our first escort. However, on our third base particular date, Monica finally allowed me to caress and suck her naked knocker. I was not used to moving that slowly, but I felt obliged to honor Monica 's wishes. I knew that in time I could eventually entice her into my bed.

Each Saturday night the Retirement settlement holds a dance for the occupier. I invited Monica, but she told me she was spending the weekend with her daughter, Kristin and her three young grandchildren. I decided to go to the saltation alone. There were several attractive widows at the weekly dance and only a paw full moon of 1 men. One item widow caught my attention. I ask her to dance, and she accepted my invitation.

Her name was Clara Blurton, and she is also 59 twelvemonth old, but looked 15 years younger. She grew up in an upper-middle-class neighbourhood. Her dad was a physician, and her female parent was a in high spirits schooltime biology teacher. She is well educated and up-and-coming. Clara is above average-height with a culture medium complexion, an oval face, farsighted blond hair that 's aerodynamic on top with waving that fall below her shoulder joint and sparkling super C eyes. She was a tall, sylphlike woman with a well-proportioned trunk due mainly to aerobics course. I guessed her height to be about 5'7 '' and maybe weighing 115 pounds.

She was a retired shaver psychologist, and she had been married to Thomas Blurton, a successful civil locomotive engineer. Lowell Thomas died in 2014 at age 61 when a recently constructed bridge collapsed while he was inspecting it. Clara and her hubby never had any shaver of their own, so when Thomas died, she found herself lonely and a picayune depressed.

We danced together the solid night. I 'm in pretty soundly shape, but Clara loves aerobic exercise and danced circles around me. I walked Clara back to her flat, and she invited me in for a nightcap. I do n't call back how many nightcaps we had, but we woke up naked in her bed around 10 Sunday morning. As it turns out, Clara loves practically everything about sex, and she did n't mind admitting it. She let me know that she was bequeath to try just about anything at least once. We showered together then went out for Dominicus brunch.

Monica returned to 'The Meadows'around six o'clock Dominicus 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 subroutine. She told me that she had thought about me the whole weekend and looked forward to spending Sir Thomas More time with me. We met the next morn for a jog and then a twinkle breakfast. When I returned to my apartment, I had a subject matter to call Clara. Since both Clara and Monica live in 'The Meadows', I did n't see any hypothesis of keeping it a secret that I was seeing them both. I didn't want to hold back seeing either one of them. I hoped it would never come to a point in time where I would have to choose between the two of them. It would be a hard determination to build. I called Clara and invited her to dinner. I told her I had individual I wanted her to take on. She was puzzled but agreed to come. 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 quite a little, but they were never formally introduced. I explained to them that I enjoyed being with them both and hoped we could all be admirer and continue to enjoy each other 's company. I was banking on the fact that the single woman at 'The hayfield'outnumbered the single men by at to the lowest degree three to one. It took a second, but their desire to fight off solitariness won out, and they agreed to let me date them both.

The sex was near than I ever dreamed. The two women form of got into competition with each former over pleasing me. Monica not only agreed to start having sex with me, she often became the instigator of our sexual ventures. It was missioner style only with no oral sex, but at least she was starting to descend around. I began to see the possibility of turning this into a challenger between the two women. Monica was still a bit inhibited when it came to sex, but again, I considered myself a fortunate man.

If I did take to pick out between the two, it would be challenging because Monica was an fantabulous Captain James Cook, but hesitant when it came to intimate exploration. However, Clara was n't a good deal of a cook but loved nothing better than to bed my Einstein out. She was totally uninhibited when it came to trying new things during sex. We fell into a mutually agreeable modus operandi of sharing me. One dark I would have a dinner fit for a power at Monica 's apartment followed by a roll in the sack with her. And the adjacent night at Clara 's I would give a mediocre dinner followed by uninhabited sex. I was having sex like I was the lord of a whore theater. I had the best of both worlds ; adept food and secure sex.

Every once in a while, I would intentionally spend two Nox in a roll at Clara 's theatre just to harry Monica. She soon got the substance and decided she should protrude having less restrained sex with me if she expected to hold my attending. I started sharing with Monica some of the matter that Clara did sexually that pleased me and vice versa with Clara. And as expected they both tried to best the other. Monica finally gave me a blowjob and let me finger her pussycat and lick her thigh, 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 modify her thinking.

One-night Clara started to suck my tit and lightly tickle my formal at the same metre. It brought back memories of my college days. I found the sense experience to be so satisfy, I almost orgasm while she did it. I reciprocated by nibbling and sucking on Clara 's clit, I could palpate her eubstance stiffen and started to orgasm. On a whim, I shoved my fingerbreadth up her ass while sucking and lightly chewing on her button. The event were unconvincing. She started shaking and trembling and making sounds that sounded somewhat like a small dog barking. She started gushing pussy succus all over my side and chest. This was the first clock time I had ever been with a squirter. I liked It ! I could n't expect to tell Monica about it, but to my amazement, Clara told her about it before I had the hazard. I guess it had made a more significant printing on Clara than I first thought.

The next prison term I was making passion with Monica I noticed she was more fretful and anxious. Her ventilation was forgetful and raspy. I licked down her result thigh, and as I was licking my way back up the right second joint ; I felt her script on the back of my head guiding me to her kitty. I clamped down on her clit, and she started thrashing about so wildly, I was having fuss maintaining contact. Within in minutes, she was Cumming harder than she had in her whole aliveness. When she finally came down from her high, she put her work force 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 strong traditional values and was now enjoying wilderness, uninhibited raw sex.

Since the ma'am were getting along so well together and not showing any outward signs of jealousy, I started inviting them both to accompany me to upshot like the movies, to bowling, to local eatery, and all the Saturday dark dancing. We were all one big happy family. After our dark out, we would all give back to the apartment of the one I did n't plan to sleep with that night. We would enjoy a nightcap or two then I would move on to the residency of my intended sex married person and indulge in a night of blissfulness. I had them trained to my satisfaction and considered myself a fortunate man. I had made a very wise determination when I moved to 'The Meadows'.

Monica and Clara became such secure supporter, they began going on shopping sprees together at the local shopping mall. In fact, they started spending More and more fourth dimension together. I also noticed their hugs were lasting a bit longer than common. I remembered Monica admitting when we first met that she was bi-sexual and for a pass moment, I thought maybe the two of them had discovered the joy of lesbianism. I quickly put that thought out of my mind.

On Th night, instead of attending the movie at 'The Meadows', Clara suggested we all go to the local movie theater in town. We all agreed and piled into my car. As I might have expected, Clara had just the movie she thought we would relish. The film turned out to be an full-grown movie with set of nakedness and some of the most explicated sex vista I have ever seen on the big screen door. When we left the theater, I trailed behind the girls trying to enshroud my massive erection. As we were settling into my car, Clara announced that the moving-picture show had her panties soaking wet. And to my surprisal, Monica chimed in that her panties were also soaking wet.

When we arrived at Monica 's apartment, the miss were still talking about the various 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 spear carrier strong nightcap. I was no longer trying to hide my erection. Monica slid onto the couch on my other side of meat, and we continued chattering about the movie. There was a couple of tribade scenes in the motion-picture show, and both woman seemed giddy when they discussed them. Monica continued delivering the nightcaps. I would switch between kissing Clara then Monica. Then out of the blue, Clara suggested we all spend the dark together, and without another word, Monica took my hand and led us to her bedroom. In less than a minute we were all nude and cuddling in Monica 's bed.

I was lying on my book binding between to the two female child when I flashed back to an face-off I had while in college. I was at a fraternity house, naked in bed with two young coeds. One of the coeds asked me if I had ever experienced `` pap ecstasy ''. I had to admit I had never heard of it. The coeds each took one of my tit into their oral cavity and started sucking and chewing on them while taking turns stroking my dick. I recalled how pleasant it had been and I suggested to Clara and Monica we give a try. Clara locked onto my right pap immediately, and Monica followed by sucking my left mamilla into her warm sass. Monica began stroking my pecker as she worked on my nipple and Clara started lightly tickling my balls with her fingertips. After about a minute of this, I shot my load all over my dresser and belly. Clara went to work right away cleaning my thorax with her tongue. Monica was watching in astonishment, but not moving. Clara reached over and put her hired man on the rachis of Monica 's head and guided her sassing to a pool of my cum. She took a little bit on her glossa then rolled it around in her mouth. In the succeeding moment, both girls were busily licking my chest and belly clean.

It was Monica 's turn to be in the heart future. I sucked her correctly titty into my rima oris while Clara lunched on her left chest. Monica started to moan and shake her rosehip. It was then that I looked down and notice Clara was fucking Monica 's pussy with two fingers. I began passionately kissing Monica on the lips while rolling her right nipple between my thumb and index digit. She let out a low moan, and her body stiffened. I knew she just experienced an orgasm.

I moved from her sassing back down to go forward sucking Monica 's'right nipple. I closed my eye and nestled my face close to her knocker and gently sucked and rolled her tit in my oral cavity. I felt drive from Clara and opened my centre in time to see her cut-in two wet fingers into Monica 's mouth ; the same two wet finger she had been fucking Monica'pussy with. Monica licked and sucked Clara 's fingers clean. I got an immediate hard-on. I had to begin slowly stroking my cock. I watched as Clara slowly kissed her way down Monica 's stomach. Monica opened her legs all-inclusive enough to give full access code to her genital organ. Clara licked the inside of Monica 's right 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 campaign to push her away.

Clara took her thumbs and spread the lips of Monica 's kitty-cat. She ran her spit up and down the politic pink wall of her vagina before latching onto her clit. Monica jumped at the beginning contact but soon relaxed and started raising her pelvic girdle to meet Clara 's tongue. Clara began to lap and masticate on Monica 's clit eagerly. It did n't take farseeing for Monica 's secondment orgasm to shake her all trunk. 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 glorious orgasm. As soon as Monica was in the heart of her orgasm, Clara shoves her heart fingerbreadth up Monica 's tight little Brown asshole. The upshot were unbelievable. Monica starts trembling and shaking ; her dead body is covered with goosebumps and a idle sheen of sweat. She could n't seem to bewitch her breath. Monica bolts upright in the bed and puts her hands on each slope of Clara 's font and pulls her into a passionate kiss. The buss seems to finally forever, and I was sure Clara could feel it throughout her whole consistency because intimate fluids gush from her vagina. It had to have been one of the most grotesque climax Clara has ever experienced.

I tried to mold my way back into the mix, but Clara and Monica immediately crawled into the 69 position and began to devour each other 's puss. I was enjoying the lesbian show so a good deal I stroked my tool until I enjoyed two straight orgasm. Neither woman showed any foretoken of giving up the sexual splendor they were both obviously experiencing. I watched for a while longer then slipped off into a peaceful sleep. When I woke up the next sunrise 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 flat. I could n't help but suppose my initial hunch about them and a lesbian affair might be right. It really did n't matter to me, I have always liked watching two women together.

I had n't heard from Monica or Clara by four o'clock. I did n't bed 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 scream Monica. She answers on the third closed chain and offers her apology for not notifying me that she was going to pass the weekend with her daughter and grandchildren. I hung up and called Clara 's identification number but got no answer. At six thirty, I gave up and take to a local fast nutrient restaurant for a cheeseburger and fries.

Sabbatum, I went for an early morning jog and showered before walking over to the refreshment hall to check into the bulletin panel for any special events. All I found there were lashings of old ladies playing scorecard, or chequer, or reading Quran. I could n't witness Clara anywhere. I decide to pay a surprisal visit to my immature daughter and grandchildren. I returned to 'The meadow'around nine thirty Sunday dark 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 dwelling house and showered before going to the recreation residence hall to check the bulletin add-in. The first thing on the board to catch my eye was an apartment emptiness that just came useable. I went to the situation 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 mi in my stomach. I had a distinct tactile sensation that Clara and Monica would no longer be needing me to fulfill their intimate needs. I was sad and despondent all workweek. Saturday Night I had recovered enough to hale myself down to the weekly dance. I did n't see Monica or Clara there. The dance just was n't the Lapplander well-chosen place it once was. I decided to pass on. As I made my way to the door, I saw her.

She was a tall strawberry mark blonde that stood a head taller than the adult female she was huddled with. She looked to be 5'10 '' 135 lb with green eyes that pierced my soulfulness. 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 level toward her, she continued to utter with women around her. She would wait up occasional to monitor my localisation. My heart was doing flips as I practiced what I was going to say to her. Everything that came to mind sounded clumsy and amateurish. I felt like an awkward teenager.

I walked up to her and said, `` Hi ! My name is Patrick Henry. Would you like to trip the light fantastic ? '' She smiled, nodded her heading affirmative and told me her name was Pricilla, but her Friend called her Prissy. I took her hand and led her onto the dance floor. We spent the relief of the evening in each former 's arms. When the dance was over, I walked her back to her flat and thanked her for a wonderful even