Harold swirled the whiskey round the glass in his hands warming it up gently before knocking back the double measure in one go. Nerves had gotten the better of him after all it seemed, or perhaps it was excitement. He had flip-flopped through both emotions throughout the day and two meetings had flown by without Harold paying any attention in either one.
About a month ago Harold's wife Liz had surprised him after a lovely meal she had cooked for the two of them. The meal itself was not a surprise neither was the bottle of red wine they both consumed. Liz leading him by the hand upstairs to the bedroom had started off the surprise. Harold had wanted to go slow, had wanted to enjoy this moment with Liz but sex between them had become so rare that he found himself rushing to get in her which led to a quick finish before anything had really gotten started.
Harold was fifty two and Liz was only a month away from turning fifty herself and sex between them had become a passing fad, something that happened once a month (if he were lucky) sometimes he got lucky and they had sex twice in one month (those days of praying had paid off). But most days' sex for Harold consisted of the hundreds of waiting and willing naked women on the internet and his ever ready right hand. Liz rolled over to her side of the bed which Harold had expected as was the sound of her bedside drawer opening 'time for the night cream.' He mused to himself. When she rolled back over Harold looked over wondering what she had forgotten to say or ask him to do.
"Remember Kevin?" Liz asked. He raised his eyebrows when he saw she held "Kevin" in her hands. Kevin was a smooth nine inch, day glow pink, two speed viberator Harold had purchased on Liz's fortieth birthday. She had laughed when she had unwrapped it though quickly put it to use much to Harold's delight and personal private show. Harold had asked why she had named it Kevin, "It just looks like a Kevin." Was her reply and strangely enough he had to agree. Kevin got a couple months worth of use as far as Harold could tell before it fell to the wayside becoming as redundant as their sex life was. He could not now recall when he had last seen it out and wondered had Liz gotten it out on the lazy days she spent at home on her own.
Kevin thrummed to life under the power of fresh AA batteries. Harold sat up in bed, a moment ago sleep had been the priority but Liz had knocked that on the head. Liz smiled as she ran the tip of the viberator across one dusky pink nipple he watched it harden under the buzzing plastic and could not help but smile when she did the same to the other nipple. Liz's free hand found Harold's semi erect cock and gave it a slight squeeze helping it along. Kevin was quickly put to use between Liz's legs, the vibrant pink casing disappearing deep into her.
Harold swallowed hard watching his wife working away on herself while tugging at his now very erect cock. Then she hit him with the surprise. "God I wish Kevin was real right now," She moaned out. So lost in the display it took Harold a moment to connect the words into a coherent thought, he gave out a hoarse what did you say? "Plastic, Kevin is plastic, I want to feel a cock in my pussy," Harold's mouth hung open was this his wife talking? Did his wife of almost thirty years say she wanted a cock in her pussy? These were not the sort of words married Liz would say.
Harold started to move over, happy to oblige in getting his now very eager cock back into her yet Liz held him tight, "No silly not yours," she gave him a tug and got him to sit back down as she pulled Kevin almost all the way out only a inch or so remained in her and switched him off. "Do you remember, before the kids came along and we got a mortgage and had to grow up all our little fantasies we used to talk about in bed," she gave him another squeeze, "or the kitchen or the park."
Liz of young had been a fire cracker, she turned heads and still did truth be told. Back in the day she had gone about braless beneath filmy blouses, long blonde hair flowing and hot pants showing off her fine legs. Sex back then had been amazing, if they could do it they tried it together. Well nearly everything, they were a couple and knew that they would be together for ever. One of the things the never did but talked about was a threesome, reality had gotten in the way and the fantasy had taken a back seat. "I'm almost fifty Harry and life is passing us both by," She flicked Kevin back on, "the kids are gone, why not re-visit our past." Her hand moved Kevin further into her making her shudder with the sensation, "imagine what this would be like with a real Kevin." She began a slow rhythmic pulse with Kevin her hand around Harold's cock matching the movement.
Harold had imagined it plenty of times in fact he had been into a couple of chat rooms and spoken to others about it never really thinking that it would ever actually happen simply trying to capture past glories with others. Harold sat up looking down watching Kevin stretching his wife open the pink day glow casing slick with her juices, oh yes he could easily imagine what it would look like if Kevin was real. They came together, Harold spurting a thick load over Liz's hand while Kevin received a gush of Liz's juices for his trouble.
Finding someone to join them had not been a problem. At office parties Liz still managed to turn heads, though her blonde hair was now a bob and she showed her legs less her body was still slim and her breasts though fuller held little sag, Liz was a fitness nut, she did not agree with the middle aged spread. Pete was the shy type around most but he had connected with Harold and had opened up and they had become good friends, at twenty eight he was still single. In the pub one night Harold had come right out and asked him what he thought of Liz, the answers were all positive when pushed on the topic of joining them he had back tracked. A week later he came back and said that if Harold and Liz were both okay with it and it was what they had wanted then Pete would be happy to join in.
Only Problem was Harold had moved on counting Pete as a dead end and asked Andrew, the office flirt instead. He was quicker in agreeing though that was no surprise. Liz had mentioned a few times that she had had a few brushes with Andrew at two Christmas parties. Both times he had brushed past her to get past and hands on her hips rubbed his very hard erection across her backside. Much to Harold's relief Liz had agreed to Andrew not realising that he had already agreed.
