I'm a 59-year-old retired law detective who enjoys extreme point 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 suspicious minded and a bit stern. I'm a patriotic American who defines myself as straightaway. I have a degree in criminal judge, political sympathies, and economic science. I'm obsessed with running and forcible fitness.

After my retirement from the police force department and the pass 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 exclusive. My most Holocene romanticist kinship was Katelyn, my dead person married woman who was the Lapp age as me. She 's been gone three years, and I miss her very a lot. My advantageously friend is a move back municipal justice named Howard Cook. We get on well most of the prison term when we are not arguing politics. I also hang around with Gordon Thomas and Milford Graham. They are both retired pig, and we enjoy cycling together.

Physically, I'm is in pretty good shape. I'm tall with bronzy skin, Gray hair's-breadth and Blue eyes. I grew up in a middle-class vicinity. My father was a police officeholder like myself. He died in the melody of duty when I was vernal. I was raised by my female parent who was a read nurse.

I have been a widowman for the past times three years. My first year living alone I knocked around in my big evacuate two-story, four-bedroom home located in an upscale neighborhood. My two daughter, Karen and Susan, kept close lozenge 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 medicament, eating properly and getting enough rest. I appreciated their concern, but it was getting annoying. I told them I never got drill because I was spending well-nigh of my metre answering their phone Call. They eventually convinced me to deal the house and movement 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 on the unremitting aid, so I moved in with Susan, my vernal. Susan and her husband microphone have four Brigham Young fry, and I was definitely interfering with their family routine ; not to mention the vesture and tear on my heart. I decided, for the sake of everyone 's saneness, it would be in effect for all if I moved into a retirement hamlet where I could hang up out with people my own age. I chose 'The hayfield'because I was able to cause my own one-bedroom apartment complete with kitchen and laundry room.

'The hayfield'was built around a golf grade and several pocket-size lakes. I think the sum land area was around three thousand. There were other agreeableness such as a gym, hiking and jogging trails, recreation Hall, a flick theatre, bowling lanes, support group, social radical and special effect. The village was made up of both married couples and ace. A little Thomas More than half were splice couple. Of the single residents, three quarters were ace widow woman and the remainder unity widowers like me. The single women more than outnumbered the single men.

My first week at 'The meadow', I met Monica while out for an early morning jog. Monica is a 59-year-old hit the hay college professor who enjoys learning new languages, sailing and horse racing. She is up-and-coming and smart, but can also be very selfish and a bit standoffish. She is a liberated woman who defines herself as bisexual. She was fast to recount me she was bi-sexual when I noticed her eyeing other fair sex. She has a degree in philosophy, politics, and economics.

Physically, Monica is in good shape. She is norm acme with a medium skin color, chestnut hair, and commons middle. She is a young-looking adult female with an athletic torso. I would say she was 5'4 '', 110 lbf.. It is obvious she takes neat superbia in her show. She could easily pass for a char in her forties.

Monica has lived at 'The Meadows'for a twelvemonth. The daybreak we met, we spent five hours talking, walking and generally getting to cognize one another. Those five hour flew by, and Monica invited me to dinner at her apartment that night, and I gladly accepted. She grew up in a wealthy region. Her begetter was a striking criminal defense lawyer, and her mother was a socialite. Her Father of the Church died xv long time ago of a heart flack while she was on vacation at Disney worldly concern with her two teenage children. He died while arguing a high-profile font in court.

She was married to Arthur Charley Cooke who was also an attorney in her founding father's law firm. He was killed two yr ago when a wino driver slammed into his car on a rain-slick road. Monica had two tiddler with hubby Chester A. 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 fantabulous cook. I brought a feeding bottle of wine, and we finished it off after dinner. We kissed and cuddled for over an hour. Monica is an outmoded, fair sex and clung to her family line values. In maliciousness of that, I was able to cop a feel of her breast before the evening 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-class honours degree date. However, on our third appointment, Monica finally allowed me to fondle and soak up her naked tit. 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 Sat night the Retirement Greenwich Village holds a dance for the residents. I invited Monica, but she told me she was spending the weekend with her daughter, Kristin and her three young grandchildren. I decided to go to the dance alone. There were several attractive widow woman at the weekly dance and only a hand replete of one men. One particular widow caught my attention. I ask her to dance, and she accepted my invitation.

Her public figure was Clara Blurton, and she is also 59 years old, but looked 15 years younger. She grew up in an upper-middle-class neck of the woods. Her dad was a doctor, and her female parent was a in high spirits school biology teacher. She is well educated and energetic. Clara is above average-height with a medium skin colour, an egg-shaped nerve, longsighted blond hair that 's silklike on top with waves that fall below her articulatio humeri and sparkling putting surface optic. She was a tall, thin woman 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 kip down child psychologist, and she had been married to Thomas Blurton, a successful civic engineer. Dylan Thomas died in 2014 at age 61 when a recently constructed bridge deck collapsed while he was inspecting it. Clara and her married man never had any children of their own, so when Thomas died, she found herself lonely and a little depressed.

We danced together the whole night. I 'm in pretty full shape, but Clara loves aerobic exercise and danced roundabout 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 defenseless in her bed around 10 Lord's Day morn. 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 Lord's Day 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 syndicate but was glad to get back to her rule turn. She told me that she had thought about me the unhurt weekend and looked forward to spending more clip with me. We met the next break of the day for a jog and then a light breakfast. When I returned to my apartment, I had a subject matter to phone Clara. Since both Clara and Monica live in 'The hayfield', I did n't see any possible action of keeping it a underground that I was seeing them both. I didn't want to stop seeing either one of them. I hoped it would never come to a point where I would suffer 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 someone I wanted her to match. She was puzzled but agreed to come. I immediately called Monica and extended the same invitation. They agreed to fulfill me at my apartment at six o'clock.

Our meeting was very rich. As it turns out, Monica and Clara knew each other by view, but they were never formally introduced. I explained to them that I enjoyed being with them both and hoped we could all be booster and continue to enjoy each other 's troupe. I was banking on the fact that the individual adult female at 'The meadow'outnumbered the single men by at to the lowest degree three to one. It took a import, but their desire to fight off solitariness won out, and they agreed to let me date them both.

The sex was right than I ever dreamed. The two charwoman sorting of got into competition with each early over pleasing me. Monica not only agreed to startle having sex with me, she often became the initiator of our sexual ventures. It was missionary style only with no viva sex, but at least she was starting to come around. I began to see the possibilities of turning this into a challenger between the two char. Monica was still a bit inhibited when it came to sex, but again, I considered myself a golden man.

If I did have to prefer between the two, it would be challenging because Monica was an fantabulous cook, but hesitant when it came to intimate exploration. However, Clara was n't much of a cook but loved nothing better than to fuck my psyche out. She was totally uninhibited when it came to trying new matter during sex. We fell into a mutually agreeable procedure of sharing me. One dark I would have a dinner fit for a king at Monica 's apartment followed by a curlicue in the sack with her. And the following night at Clara 's I would stimulate a mediocre dinner party followed by uninhabited sex. I was having sex like I was the master copy of a bawd house. I had the topper of both humankind ; skilful food and good sex.

Every once in a spell, I would intentionally spend two nights in a roll at Clara 's house just to beset Monica. She soon got the message and decided she should start having less restrained sex with me if she expected to moderate my attention. I started sharing with Monica some of the affair that Clara did sexually that pleased me and vice versa with Clara. And as expected they both tried to outmatch the other. Monica finally gave me a blowjob and let me finger her slit and lick her thighs, but when I tried to put my rima oris anywhere near her snatch, she pushed me away. She explained that she and her husband never did anything like that and she actually considered it affected. I let it go for the prison term being but started contemplating a way to change her thinking.

One-night Clara started to suck my nipples and lightly tickle my nut at the Lapplander time. It brought back remembering of my college day. I found the sensation to be so sweet, I almost orgasm while she did it. I reciprocated by nibbling and sucking on Clara 's clitoris, I could feel her body stiffen and started to orgasm. On a notion, 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 sounds that sounded somewhat like a small dog barking. She started gushing twat juice all over my grimace and bureau. This was the first base time I had ever been with a squirter. I liked It ! I could n't wait to tell Monica about it, but to my amazement, Clara told her about it before I had the chance. I guess it had made a more significant effect on Clara than I first thought.

The future time I was making making love with Monica I noticed she was more antsy and anxious. Her breathing was short and rough. I licked down her left thigh, and as I was licking my way back up the redress thigh ; I felt her hand on the back of my nous guiding me to her pussy. I clamped down on her clit, and she started thrashing about so wildly, I was having trouble maintaining touch. Within in minutes, she was Cumming severely than she had in her completely lifespan. When she finally came down from her richly, she put her manpower on each side of my font 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 Ladies were getting along so well together and not showing any outward star sign of green-eyed monster, I started inviting them both to accompany me to events like the picture, to bowling, to local eating place, and all the Sat night dances. We were all one big happy kin. After our night out, we would all regress to the apartment of the one I did n't plan to sleep with that night. We would relish a nightcap or two then I would displace on to the residency of my designate 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 decision when I moved to 'The meadow'.

Monica and Clara became such near friends, they began going on shopping sprees together at the topical anesthetic plaza. In fact, they started spending more and more time together. I also noticed their hug were lasting a bit longer than usual. I remembered Monica admitting when we first met that she was bi-sexual and for a fleeting moment, I thought maybe the two of them had discovered the joy of lesbianism. I quickly put that thought out of my mind.

On Thursday night, instead of attending the film at 'The meadow', Clara suggested we all go to the local film in Ithiel Town. We all agreed and piled into my car. As I might take expected, Clara had just the film she thought we would love. The photographic film turned out to be an adult moving picture with dozens of nudity and some of the most explicated sex picture I have ever seen on the big screen. When we left the dramatic art, I trailed behind the girls trying to hide my massive hard-on. As we were settling into my car, Clara announced that the movie had her step-in soaking wet. And to my surprise, Monica chimed in that her step-in were also soaking wet.

When we arrived at Monica 's apartment, the girls were still talking about the various sex scenes that had turned them on, and I still had a torment erecting. I settled on the couch next to Clara while Monica fixed us all an extra strong nightcap. I was no longer trying to conceal my erection. Monica slid onto the couch on my early side, and we continued chattering about the movie. There was a dyad of lesbian conniption in the pic, and both women seemed giddy when they discussed them. Monica continued delivering the nightcaps. I would flip between kissing Clara then Monica. Then out of the blue, Clara suggested we all spend the night together, and without another Bible, Monica took my hand and led us to her sleeping accommodation. In LE than a minute of arc 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 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 allow I had never heard of it. The coeds each took one of my nipples into their mouth and started sucking and chewing on them while taking routine stroking my stopcock. I recalled how pleasant it had been and I suggested to Clara and Monica we give a try. Clara locked onto my proper teat immediately, and Monica followed by sucking my impart mamilla into her tender mouth. Monica began stroking my stopcock as she worked on my nipple and Clara started lightly tickling my balls with her fingertips. After about a arcminute of this, I shot my load all over my chest and belly. Clara went to influence right away cleaning my chest with her natural language. Monica was watching in astonishment, but not moving. Clara reached over and put her hand on the spine of Monica 's straits and guided her oral fissure to a pool of my cum. She took a little bit on her tongue then rolled it around in her mouth. In the side by side bit, both girls were busily licking my chest and belly clean.

It was Monica 's tour to be in the middle next. I sucked her in good order breast into my mouth while Clara lunched on her left titty. Monica started to moan and rock her rosehip. It was then that I looked down and notice Clara was fucking Monica 's cunt with two finger's breadth. I began passionately kissing Monica on the backtalk while rolling her right field 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 mouth back down to carry on sucking Monica 's'right teat. I closed my eyes and nestled my face close to her chest and gently sucked and rolled her nipple in my oral cavity. I felt campaign from Clara and opened my center in clip to see her introduce two wet fingers into Monica 's oral cavity ; the Saame two wet finger she had been fucking Monica'pussy with. Monica licked and sucked Clara 's fingerbreadth clean. I got an straightaway erection. I had to begin slowly stroking my rooster. I watched as Clara slowly kissed her way down Monica 's tummy. Monica opened her legs all-embracing enough to move over replete access to her crotch. Clara licked the inside of Monica 's right thigh down to her knee then switched over to her leftfield thigh and worked back up. When she neared Monica 's vagina, I noticed Monica made no effort to push her away.

Clara took her thumbs and spread the lips of Monica 's snatch. She ran her clapper up and down the legato pink walls of her vagina before latching onto her clit. Monica jumped at the first-class honours degree liaison but soon relaxed and started raising her hip to meet Clara 's tongue. Clara began to lap and chew on Monica 's clit eagerly. It did n't take farsighted for Monica 's endorsement orgasm to throw off her whole dead body. As Monica recovers from her orgasm, Clara starts to lick Monica's kitty-cat, while rapidly rub Monica 's button with two fingerbreadth. 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 heart finger up Monica 's mingy little brown asshole. The results were unbelievable. Monica starts trembling and shaking ; her trunk is covered with goosebumps and a dismount sheen of sweat. She could n't seem to catch her intimation. Monica bolts upright in the bed and puts her hands on each side of meat of Clara 's face and pulls her into a passionate kiss. The osculate seems to last forever, and I was indisputable Clara could find it throughout her whole torso because intimate fluids outburst from her vagina. It had to experience been one of the most rattling orgasm 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 early 's kitty-cat. I was enjoying the lesbian show so lots I stroked my cock until I enjoyed two consecutive sexual climax. Neither womanhood showed any sign of giving up the sexual brilliance they were both obviously experiencing. I watched for a while longer then slipped off into a peaceful sleep. 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 help but think my initial misgiving about them and a lesbian liaison might be right. It really did n't topic 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 have it off 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 apology 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 XXX, I gave up and drove to a local fast food restaurant for a cheeseburger and fries.

Saturday, I went for an early dayspring jog and showered before walking over to the recreation mansion house to mark off the bulletin board for any especial event. All I found there were scads of old ladies playing cards, or checker, or reading books. I could n't retrieve Clara anywhere. I decide to pay a surprise sojourn to my youngest daughter and grandchildren. I returned to 'The meadow'around nine thirty Sunday nighttime completely wore out from the grandchildren. I showered and fell fast asleep.

Mon morning, I went for my usual jog, hoping to see Monica. When she was a no-show, I went dwelling house and showered before going to the recreation hall to check the bulletin card. The first thing on the gameboard to catch my eye was an apartment vacuum that just came available. I went to the office to see who was leaving 'The meadow'. I was told no one was leaving. Monica had decided to generate up her apartment and move 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 execute their sexual indigence. I was sad and despondent all hebdomad. Saturday night I had recovered enough to sweep myself down to the every week dance. I did n't see Monica or Clara there. The dance just was n't the same felicitous place it once was. I decided to leave. As I made my way to the door, I saw her.

She was a tall strawberry blonde that stood a head taller than the womanhood she was huddled with. She looked to be 5'10 '' 135 Irish punt with putting green eyes that pierced my soul. This woman had to be one of the most beautiful animal I had ever seen in my life. She saw me about the same fourth dimension I saw her. As I moved across the terpsichore floor toward her, she continued to speak with woman around her. She would front up occasional to monitor my location. My warmness was doing flips as I practiced what I was going to say to her. Everything that came to mind sounded clumsy and amateur. I felt like an awkward teenager.

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