I'm a 59-year-old go to bed police detective who enjoys utmost jogging, reading secret novels, listening to music and dancing. I have been described as loveable and generous, but I can also be described as very mistrustful minded and a bit stern. I'm a loyal American language who defines myself as straight. I have a degree in felonious jurist, politics, and economics. I'm obsessed with running and physical fitness.

After my retirement from the police department and the passing play of my wife, I moved into a retirement settlement out in the Southwest. If you think old people do n't enjoy sex, you are mistaken. I'm currently single. My most recent romantic relationship was Katelyn, my deceased wife who was the same age as me. She 's been gone three years, and I miss her very a great deal. My undecomposed admirer is a retired municipal judge named Howard Captain James Cook. We get on well well-nigh of the time when we are not arguing politics. I also hang around with Gordon Thomas and Milford Martha Graham. They are both go to sleep copper, and we enjoy cycling together.

Physically, I'm is in pretty good shape. I'm tall with bronze skin, Gray hair and Amytal centre. I grew up in a middle-class neighborhood. My father was a constabulary officeholder like myself. He died in the pedigree of duty when I was Loretta Young. I was raised by my mother who was a registered nurse.

I have been a widowman for the past three year. My first year living alone I knocked around in my big empty two-story, four-bedroom menage located in an upscale neighborhood. My two daughters, Karen and Susan, kept close-fitting tab on me. They worried I was n't eating properly and taking forethought 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 rest. I appreciated their care, but it was getting annoying. I told them I never got bored because I was spending most of my time answering their sound cry. 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 take the perpetual aid, so I moved in with Susan, my youngest. Susan and her husband Mike have four Lester Willis Young tiddler, and I was definitely interfering with their sept routine ; not to mention the wear and rent on my nerves. I decided, for the sake of everyone 's sanity, it would be undecomposed for all if I moved into a retirement small town where I could hang out with people my own age. I chose 'The hayfield'because I was able to receive my own one-bedroom apartment complete with kitchen and laundry room.

'The meadow'was built around a golf course and several small-scale lakes. I think the entire acreage was around three thousand. There were other amenities such as a gym, hiking and jogging lead, recreation foyer, a picture theatre, bowling lanes, financial support groups, social group and special events. The small town was made up of both married couples and singles. A little Sir Thomas More than half were espouse couples. Of the 1 resident, three quarters were exclusive widows and the rest single widowers like me. The ace women more than outnumbered the I men.

My first week at 'The hayfield', I met Monica while out for an early good morning jog. Monica is a 59-year-old hit the hay college professor who enjoys learning new terminology, sailing and gymnastic horse racing. She is energetic and smart, but can also be very selfish and a bit standoffish. She is a emancipate woman who defines herself as bisexual person. She was prompt to separate me she was bi-sexual when I noticed her eyeing other cleaning lady. She has a degree in philosophy, politics, and economics.

Physically, Monica is in good shape. She is norm stature with a medium complexion, chestnut haircloth, and super acid heart. She is a young-looking adult female with an athletic eubstance. I would say she was 5'4 '', 110 punt. It is obvious she takes great pride in her appearance. She could easily die for a charwoman in her forties.

Monica has lived at 'The meadow'for a year. The morning we met, we spent five hours talking, walk and generally getting to know one another. Those five hours flew by, and Monica invited me to dinner at her apartment that Nox, and I gladly accepted. She grew up in a wealthy region. Her Father-God was a prominent criminal defense attorney, and her mother was a socialite. Her Father-God died fifteen years ago of a heart attack while she was on vacation at Disney World with her two teenage minor. 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 don's law firm. He was killed two long time ago when a drunk driver 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 youthful children.

Monica turned out to be an excellent cook. I brought a bottle of wine, and we finished it off after dinner party. We kissed and cuddled for over an minute. Monica is an old-fashioned, woman and clung to her family time value. In spite of that, I was able to cop a feel of her chest 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 gear particular date, Monica finally allowed me to fondle and suck her naked boob. 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 lure her into my bed.

Each Saturday night the retreat village holds a dance for the occupant. 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 dancing alone. There were respective attractive widows at the hebdomadally dance and only a hand full of single men. One finicky widow caught my attention. I ask her to dance, and she accepted my invitation.

Her gens was Clara Blurton, and she is also 59 class old, but looked 15 days younger. She grew up in an upper-middle-class region. Her dad was a doctor, and her mother was a eminent school biology teacher. She is well educated and energetic. Clara is above average-height with a medium skin colour, an ellipse face, tenacious blond hair that 's sleek on top with waves that fall below her shoulders and sparkling green eye. She was a tall, slender woman with a well-proportioned body due mainly to aerobics division. I guessed her height to be about 5'7 '' and maybe weighing 115 pounds.

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

We danced together the unanimous night. I 'm in pretty trade good shape, 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 remember how many nightcaps we had, but we woke up naked in her bed around 10 Sunday morning. As it turns out, Clara loves practically everything about sex, and she did n't mind admitting it. She let me know that she was willing to try just about anything at least once. We showered together then went out for Dominicus brunch.

Monica returned to 'The meadow'around six o'clock Sunday 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 family unit 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 Sir Thomas More clip with me. We met the future morning for a jog and then a 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 possibility of keeping it a confidential that I was seeing them both. I didn't want to stop over seeing either one of them. I hoped it would never occur to a point where I would have to pick out 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 someone I wanted her to satisfy. She was puzzled but agreed to get. I immediately called Monica and extended the same invitation. They agreed to touch me at my apartment at six o'clock.

Our get together was very fat. As it turns out, Monica and Clara knew each former 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 friends and continue to enjoy each former 's company. I was banking on the fact that the undivided women at 'The meadow'outnumbered the individual men by at least three to one. It took a second, but their desire to push off loneliness won out, and they agreed to let me date them both.

The sex was better than I ever dreamed. The two charwoman sort of got into competition with each other over pleasing me. Monica not only agreed to initiate having sex with me, she often became the initiator of our intimate venture. It was missioner way only with no oral sex, but at to the lowest degree she was starting to come around. I began to see the possible action of turning this into a competition between the two cleaning lady. Monica was still a bit curb when it came to sex, but again, I considered myself a fortunate man.

If I did birth to choose between the two, it would be challenging because Monica was an excellent Captain Cook, but hesitant when it came to intimate exploration. However, Clara was n't much of a cook but loved cipher better than to bonk my brainiac out. She was totally uninhibited when it came to trying new affair during sex. We fell into a mutually agreeable routine of sharing me. One Night I would have a dinner fit for a king at Monica 's apartment followed by a roll in the sack with her. And the future night at Clara 's I would have a mediocre dinner followed by uninhabited sex. I was having sex like I was the captain of a prostitute menage. I had the Best of both worlds ; good food and trade good sex.

Every once in a piece, I would intentionally spend two nighttime in a roll at Clara 's mansion just to harass Monica. She soon got the content and decided she should start having less restrained sex with me if she expected to deem my attention. I started sharing with Monica some of the things that Clara did sexually that pleased me and frailty versa with Clara. And as expected they both tried to best 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 kitty, 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 clip being but started contemplating a way to change her thinking.

One-night Clara started to suck my nipples and lightly thrill my balls at the same time. It brought back memories of my college days. I found the sensory faculty to be so gratify, I almost orgasm while she did it. I reciprocated by nibbling and sucking on Clara 's clit, I could palpate her body stiffen and started to orgasm. On a whim, I shoved my finger up her ass while sucking and lightly chewing on her clit. The results were unbelievable. She started shaking and trembling and making strait that sounded somewhat like a small dog barking. She started gushing snatch juice all over my brass and chest. This was the first time I had ever been with a squirter. I liked It ! I could n't wait to state 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 sentence I was making lovemaking with Monica I noticed she was more itchy and uneasy. Her ventilation was curtly and rough. I licked down her give thigh, and as I was licking my way back up the in good order thigh ; I felt her helping hand on the back of my head teacher guiding me to her slit. I clamped down on her clit, and she started thrashing about so wildly, I was having problem maintaining link. Within in moment, she was Cumming harder than she had in her whole life. When she finally came down from her eminent, she put her manpower on each side of my face and pulled me into the most passionate buss I had ever experienced. I don't know what caused Monica to exchange, but she was finally letting herself escape her potent traditional values and was now enjoying wild, uninhibited raw sex.

Since the lady were getting along so well together and not showing any outward-bound foretoken of jealousy, I started inviting them both to companion me to events like the picture, to bowling, to local restaurant, and all the Saturday dark dances. We were all one big happy family. After our dark out, we would all return 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 mansion house of my mean 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 wise decisiveness when I moved to 'The Meadows'.

Monica and Clara became such good protagonist, they began going on shopping spree together at the local Mall. In fact, they started spending more and Thomas More time together. I also noticed their hug were lasting a bit retentive 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 lesbianism. I quickly put that thought out of my mind.

On Th night, instead of attending the flick at 'The meadow', 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 savour. The picture show turned out to be an adult flick with lots of nudity and some of the most explicated sex prospect I have ever seen on the big screen. When we left the theater, I trailed behind the girls trying to blot out my monumental hard-on. As we were settling into my car, Clara announced that the movie 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 daughter were still talking about the various sex scene that had turned them on, and I still had a raging erecting. I settled on the sofa next to Clara while Monica fixed us all an extra secure nightcap. I was no longer trying to hide my erection. Monica slid onto the sofa on my other side, and we continued chattering about the pic. There was a couple of lesbian scenes in the flick, and both cleaning lady seemed lightheaded 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 discussion, Monica took my hand and led us to her chamber. In to a lesser extent than a arcminute we were all nude and cuddling in Monica 's bed.

I was lying on my backrest between to the two girl when I flashed back to an brush I had while in college. I was at a frat sign of the zodiac, naked in bed with two young coeds. One of the coeds asked me if I had ever experienced `` nipple X ''. I had to intromit I had never heard of it. The coeds each took one of my mammilla into their mouth and started sucking and chewing on them while taking bend 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 left wing mammilla into her fond mouth. Monica began stroking my cock as she worked on my nipple and Clara started lightly tickling my balls with her fingertips. After about a hour of this, I shot my load all over my chest and belly. Clara went to mould right away cleaning my pectus with her glossa. Monica was watching in astonishment, but not moving. Clara reached over and put her hand on the rachis of Monica 's capitulum and guided her mouth to a pool of my cum. She took a short bit on her natural language then rolled it around in her mouth. In the succeeding here and now, both girls were busily licking my chest and belly clean.

It was Monica 's turn to be in the midriff next. I sucked her right bosom into my mouth while Clara lunched on her left breast. Monica started to moan and rock her rosehip. It was then that I looked down and remark Clara was fucking Monica 's twat with two fingers. I began passionately kissing Monica on the lips while rolling her right nipple between my thumb and index fingerbreadth. She let out a low groan, and her body stiffened. I knew she just experienced an orgasm.

I moved from her lips back down to continue sucking Monica 's'right-hand nipple. I closed my eyes and nestled my grimace close to her breast and gently sucked and rolled her nipple in my mouth. I felt move from Clara and opened my eyes in time to see her insert two wet fingers into Monica 's back talk ; the same two wet fingerbreadth she had been fucking Monica'pussy with. Monica licked and sucked Clara 's fingers clean. I got an prompt erection. I had to begin slowly stroking my rooster. I watched as Clara slowly kissed her way down Monica 's stomach. Monica opened her branch widely enough to kick in good access to her private parts. Clara licked the inside of Monica 's right thigh down to her knee then switched over to her left thigh and worked back up. When she neared Monica 's vagina, I noticed Monica made no endeavour to push her away.

Clara took her thumbs and spread the lips of Monica 's pussy. She ran her clapper up and down the liquid pink bulwark of her vagina before latching onto her clit. Monica jumped at the outset contact but soon relaxed and started raising her hips 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 second base climax to stimulate her whole organic structure. As Monica recovers from her orgasm, Clara starts to puzzle out 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 middle of her orgasm, Clara shoves her middle finger's breadth up Monica 's stiff piffling brown asshole. The solution were unconvincing. Monica starts trembling and shaking ; her consistency is covered with goosebumps and a scant luster of sweat. She could n't seem to captivate her breath. Monica bolt of lightning upright in the bed and puts her hands on each side of Clara 's typeface and pulls her into a passionate kiss. The osculation seems to close forever, and I was certainly Clara could feel it throughout her entirely dead body because intimate fluids blowup from her vagina. It had to have been one of the most fantastic climax Clara has ever experienced.

I tried to cultivate my way back into the mix, but Clara and Monica immediately crawled into the 69 position and began to pig each other 's puss. I was enjoying the gay woman appearance so often I stroked my stopcock until I enjoyed two sequent orgasms. Neither woman showed any sign of the zodiac of giving up the sexual splendor they were both obviously experiencing. I watched for a while longer then slipped off into a peaceable sleep. When I woke up the side by side 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 but remember my initial suspicions about them and a lesbian amour might be right. It really did n't matter 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 roll in the hay 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 ring and offers her excuse for not notifying me that she was going to spend the weekend with her girl and grandchildren. I hung up and called Clara 's number but got no answer. At six thirty, I gave up and tug to a local fasting food for thought restaurant for a cheeseburger and fries.

Saturday, I went for an too soon morning jog and showered before walking over to the refreshment manor hall to check the bulletin board for any special events. All I found there were lashings of old ladies playing carte, or draughts, or reading books. I could n't find Clara anywhere. I decide to pay a surprise visit to my untried daughter and grandchildren. I returned to 'The Meadows'around nine thirty Billy Sunday night completely wore out from the grandchildren. I showered and fell fast asleep.

Monday forenoon, 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 refreshment residence hall to check the bulletin table. The first affair on the board to catch my eye was an apartment vacancy that just came available. I went to the office to see who was leaving 'The Meadows'. I was told no one was leaving. Monica had decided to give up her apartment and motility in with Clara. I felt a knot in my stomach. I had a distinct feeling that Clara and Monica would no longer be needing me to live up to their sexual needs. I was sad and despondent all week. Saturday Night I had recovered enough to drag myself down to the every week 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 provide. As I made my way to the door, I saw her.

She was a tall strawberry blonde that stood a head taller than the women she was huddled with. She looked to be 5'10 '' 135 pounds with green eye that pierced my person. This woman had to be one of the most beautiful creatures I had ever seen in my life. She saw me about the like time I saw her. As I moved across the dance floor toward her, she continued to verbalise with women around her. She would face up occasional to monitor my positioning. My centre 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 adolescent.

I walked up to her and said, `` Hi ! My public figure is William Henry. Would you like to dance ? '' She smiled, nodded her head affirmative and told me her gens was Pricilla, but her friends called her Prissy. I took her deal and led her onto the terpsichore floor. We spent the eternal rest of the eve in each other 's arms. When the dance was over, I walked her back to her flat and thanked her for a grand eventide