Young at Heart

Young at Heart.

"Harry, quick, come here."

Harry joined his wife by the window. There outside was an ambulance in the road with lights flashing.

"Oh, no - it's David and Mary's." Maggie said as they both watched the paramedics rushing next door.

They both stood at their front door in their dressing gowns shivering in the night air. They both watched as a stretcher was brought out ten minutes later. Harry caught sight of David;

"David, what's going on? Is Mary ok?"

Harry then saw David look up at him and just shake his head solemnly as he followed the medics.

The funeral service was upbeat and well attended. Mary had been a stalwart of the local community centre, and had been well liked by all.

Maggie walked up to David when she could see he was free;

"David, if there's anything we can do, anything at all."

"Thanks Maggie, it is a great relief to know you are both next door."

"Great buffet David." Harry said devouring another sausage roll.

Over then next few weeks, Maggie would drop round some meals and cake and see if there was anything they could help with. Harry saw David in his garden more often as the spring weather broke the winters grip.

"How are you bearing up David?"

"Oh, you know, slowly getting used to it. I guess it will take time."

"I can't imagine what you're going through, I really can't."

"Thanks mate, it is good to know you two are nearby."

"I saw you talking to David in the garden earlier. How's he doing?"

"Oh, putting on a brave face, you know David."

Maggie paused, whilst stirring the stew;

"Ask him around this weekend. Friday, Saturday, whenever. We'll get some steak in and open a bottle of wine. Cheer him up. Mary would have wanted him to go on; I know that as a fact."

"Good idea, I'll catch him tomorrow."

"Hello David." Maggie said before hugging him as he walked over the threshold.

"I bought a bottle of plonk." David said holding up a chilled bottle.

"Splendid, that makes two bottles; it's going to be a good night." Harry chipped in.

David walked into the dining room to see a sizable spread of starters.

"You shouldn't have gone to any trouble Maggie."

"Nonsense, why ever not? I'm damn sure Mary would be looking down smiling to see you out of the house."

"Perhaps." David said toasting his glass skywards.

The three enjoyed the meal and after the second bottle of white was opened they all started to relax. They reminisced over the holidays they'd had last year and the Christmas dinner that hadn't actually happened. They were all laughing at an amusing anecdote that Harry had conjured up from nowhere when David suddenly became very quiet.

"I miss her so much."

Maggie got up, moved over to him and held his shoulders.

"We know, and we miss her too."

They all stayed in silence for a few moments before David spoke again.

"I actually really miss the sex too."

Harry and Maggie looked at each other in utter confusion. Eventually David realised he'd just thrown a hand grenade.

"Sorry, guy's it's probably the rare steak or the wine."

"Not a problem chap." Harry said trying to diffuse the situation.

"It's alright for you guy's. I tell you, enjoy your bodies while you still can."

Maggie then spoke up;

"David, I'm really pleased you and Mary had an active sex life, but in all honesty Harry and I gave that up a while ago now."

David looked at her bewildered.

"But you're only, what, Sixty three? And you Harry - Sixty five?"

"Yes, but you know." Harry said somewhat reluctantly.

"Don't you miss it?"

"Oh yes." Maggie said a little too enthusiastically. "But things stop working like they used to."

"You've not been to the pharmacy recently? They have magic tablets that make me better than I was when I was twenty-five. They have lube that will open more doors than you can imagine. There is a whole world of free porn out there, and yes I've seen your club magazines circa 1996 in your shed Harry."

"I, I..." Harry stuttered.

"I'm just saying don't give up yet. I bet you two had a fucking great sex life."

Maggie was more shocked by the language than the reference to their intimate private life.

"It was very good." Harry said staring off into the distance with a big grin on his face.

"It was great to see David earlier."

"Yes, lovely." Maggie replied.

"It's a shame he's missing Mary, you know, in that department." Harry said.

"I know, it did make me think when was the last time we did it."

"I remember it clearly - it was a long time ago and I lost my erection half way through. It kind of dented the old confidence."

"Good god, was that the last time?"

"Yes."

The next day the sun was properly out and number 124 and 126 were out in the garden getting ready for the planting season. David saw Maggie digging over the vegetable patch in her shorts and a t-shirt.

"Hiya, thanks so much for last night, I really enjoyed myself - first time in a while."

"You're so welcome David, we enjoyed having you."

David smirked and Maggie caught it;

"What's funny?"

"Oh, nothing. Look have you thought about what I said? Talked it over with Harry perhaps?"

Maggie was a bit taken aback; she knew full well what David was referring to. She had thought it was the alcohol talking...

"Err, as I said that's all in our past now."

"Maggie, you're still a very attractive woman. As we get older, we just need a little stimulus to get things going. I'd hate to think of the pleasure you might be missing out on."

Maggie was lost for words, firstly she hadn't realised men might still find her attractive and the fact David was talking about her 'pleasure'. David realised he'd gone a bit far;

"Sorry Maggie, I didn't mean to make you feel uncomfortable. Its just Mary and I were always out in the open with sex."

"Not literally I hope!"

They both laughed.

"Have you got a laptop Maggie?"

"No."

"Well, I think you should consider getting one."

"And why would I want one?"

David paused for thought for a moment.

"Would you mind popping over to mine to check something."

"What, now?"

"Yes please, just tell Harry you'll be twenty minutes or so."

Maggie knocked on the back door a little nervously. David shouted;

"It's open."

Maggie walked in to see David sat at the dining room table. David then patted a seat next to him.

"Trust me Maggie, I'm not trying it on or anything - I promise."

Maggie made her way over until she was standing behind him. David was on his laptop. She immediately saw what he was watching. The two naked bodies were covered in sweat and clearly in the throws of a passionate love making session. David then un-muted and the room was then filled with grunting and moaning. Maggie watched transfixed.

"See, this all free - there are millions of images and videos on the net. And the stories are something else."

Maggie was still intently watching the screen. She'd hadn't even fully realised David had said something.

"Sorry, what did you say? Oh, look at the time; I'd better be getting the dinner on."

With that she dashed out apologising on her way.

David saw Harry in the garden reading his book. Evidently Maggie was busy doing something else or had popped into town.

"You like your books don't you?"

"Yes, gotta keep the mind busy eh?"

"Absolutely, I've just finished this one, and it's a cracker."

David then leant over the fence and held out a soft back book.

Harry got up and walked over to him.

"Its short stories, but they are very good. Oh, by the way, I'll have it back when you're done, probably best not put this one in the charity shop pile..."

Harry looked at the cover and quickly put it behind his back.

"Well, thanks for that."

"You could always put a different cover on it..."

Next day, David heard a lorry reversing up their narrow road. He looked out to see it was an electrical products supplier. He smiled to himself and crossed his fingers.

"David, would you mind popping over tomorrow, say between two and four?" Maggie said.

"Sure, no problem."

At two on the dot, David pressed the doorbell.

"Oh, thanks David. I'm sure it won't take you long."

David played innocent;

"What can't Harry do?"

"Set up a laptop."

"Oh."

David sat down at their kitchen table. The laptop was already unpacked and Maggie had made an attempt at plugging it all in. David played around for a few minutes, trying to waste a little time before asking;

"Where is your internet connection?"

"My what?"

David then explained how thing worked in 2025.

"So how long is that going to take?" Maggie said feeling herself getting emotional.

"Leave it with me, shouldn't be more then a few days."

Maggie sat down on a chair ashen faced and looked out of the window. David knew exactly what was going through her mind.

"Look, I've got to pop into town to do some banking and stuff. Why don't you pop round mine and you can figure out how it all works on my laptop?"

"If you're sure." Maggie replied keenly.

David set her up at his table.

"Are you happy, you know what's what?"

"Yes, yes dear, I'm a fast learner."

"I'll see you at four then."

David didn't get a reply, so slipped out his front door with a grin as wide as anything.

David had serendipitously left a few tabs open. Maggie was indeed a fast leaner and was soon trying to decide which heading to go for; there was so much choice... She eventually decided on group sex. After ten minutes she was starting to feel very warm. She looked around David's kitchen as if wondering where she was. Maggie then undid a few buttons on her blouse. She then realised she was squirming in her chair. One particular clip really pressed her buttons and she couldn't stop herself from pushing a hand over her crotch.

She looked at the clock; she knew she had plenty of time. She then unbuttoned her shorts. She couldn't quite believe how turned on she was. Her hand slipped down into her knickers and was delighted to feel herself wet. Her clit was also hard - she couldn't remember the last time she'd felt that, not even when she and Harry were still actively having sex.

Harry got home much earlier than expected and made his way through the house. He put the kettle on, and then remembered the book hidden in the shed. Knowing Maggie was out somewhere he walked out to the garden and opened the shed door. He then sat down on his potting stool and started thumbing through. One title caught his attention and he started to read.

Maggie was furiously frigging her clit now; she knew she was most definitely going to come at some point. Suddenly the clip she was watching finished. She desperately clicked on something else. In this clip a young woman was on all fours with her bottom in the air. Maggie carried on playing with herself. Just then a man came into shot holding his hard cock. She saw that it was already slick with juice or lube. She strummed harder as the man then held himself to the woman's bottom cheeks.

"Fucking do it." She said out loud.

The man then pushed inside the woman. It took a second for Maggie to realise the man had actually entered the woman's bottom. She couldn't stop herself from rubbing faster. She knew it was wrong, but she was totally lost. She came hard right at that point.

Harry looked at the sperm on the shed floor like it was a foreign object. He realised he was sweating. His shorts were around his ankles. He couldn't stop himself from chuckling at the absurdity of the situation. What if Maggie had chosen that moment to pop in and ask him if he wanted a cup of tea?

"I think I might have an early night."

"Yes. I won't be far behind you." Harry said, switching off the television.

He considered creeping out and retrieving the book. He then looked up at the ceiling, imagining Maggie climbing into bed. He switched off the lights and made his way upstairs. He then climbed into bed beside her.

"Night love."

"Goodnight dear."

They lay in silence for an age; both were very far from falling asleep. Harry spoke first;

"Can't sleep too?"

"No, thing's going round in my head."

"Me too."

"What's troubling you?"

Harry thought for a while. In the end he thought if he couldn't talk to his wife of 35 years about it, then it was a pretty poor show.

"I had a wank in the shed this afternoon."

Maggie reached over and turned her bedside lamp on.

"Excuse me?"

"David lent me a book, and it was unbelievable."

"Go on."

"Well, it was a book of short stories - adult stories. The way it was written was like it was right there in front of you. What can I say? I was rock hard, not a semi, rock hard. I couldn't waste that, don't you agree?"

"Indeed. What happened in the story you read?"

Harry then proceeded to give a blow by blow account of the events. By the time he'd finished he realised he was hard again.

"I really can't remember the last time I had two erections in a day."

"Are you hard now then?"

"Oh, yes."

Maggie rolled over and rubbed herself against his thigh.

"Fuck me then."

Harry looked at her like she'd spoke a different language.

"I'm wet, fuck me now, stick it straight in."

Harry quickly pushed down his pyjama bottoms. He felt between Maggie's legs and was delighted to feel she was already naked under the covers and she was indeed very wet.

"Fucking hell Maggie." He said before rolling over on top of her.

He roughly pushed his cock between her legs like a juvenile.

"Whoa there," Maggie said as she felt his cock head momentarily press against her bottom.

Harry moved slightly and sighed as he felt his cock enveloped in his wife's warm wet pussy.

"Go on, fuck it, fuck it hard. I don't care if you last 30 seconds or five minutes just fuck me hard."

Harry was already going for it by the time her last word left her lips.

"I'm going to come."

"Yes, shoot that come in me."

With that Harry cried out and collapsed onto Maggie.

Maggie stroked the back of his head tenderly.

"Please tell me we can do that again soon."

"Tomorrow?"

First thing next morning, Maggie made her way into town. She was totally focused; she walked past the charity shops without a second glance.

She walked boldly up to the pharmacy counter; even the young male employee didn't faze her.

"I'd like some Viagra please."

"Oh, and some lube, just encase."

Maggie walked up her garden path beaming. The front door opened before she reached it. It was David though instead of her husband.

"Hey, good news - you are all set, you have access to the net."

Maggie was over the moon to think she'd be able to watch some porn later, perhaps with Harry also?

"Thank you David, you've been so good, how can we ever repay you?"

David thought about what he wanted to say, but kept it locked up.

"No problem, glad to be of assistance."

Harry and Maggie sat together at the table for the next hour. When they both realised they were rubbing there own crotches they started kissing. They left the clip playing in the background; Harry started rubbing Maggie's tits through her blouse. His passion suddenly grew though and he ripped at her top. He yanked it open ripping it in the process. He then roughly stuck a hand into her bra and squeezed a nipple hard.

Harry was then somewhat surprised to feel Maggie's tongue in his mouth. He was sure they'd never French kissed - ever.

Maggie then undid her own shorts and pulled them down.

"Finger me Harry."

He wasted no time in tucking a hand into her knickers.

"Fuck yes, I need it Harry."

Harry then started rubbing her clit, and also occasionally slipping a couple of fingers deep inside her.

"Come for me you beautiful woman." He said

He watched as her head went back and she started crying out;

"Yes, yes, Yes!"

When she'd recovered she saw Harry looking at her with a big smile on his face.

"Are you still hard?" She said reaching over to him.

Maggie tugged his belt undone and unbuttoned his fly. She then slipped under the table. He lifted himself slightly so she could pull his underwear down. Maggie looked him in the eye as she held his cock to her lips.

"Please!" Harry said desperately.

Maggie then proceeded to take him deep in her mouth. She couldn't remember feeling as sexy as she did then on her knees.

"I'm going to come." Harry said in warning.

"And?" Maggie replied with a wink.

Harry gripped her head as he felt himself starting to come. He watched as his lovely wife swallowed down his load.

"Fancy a cup of tea?"

"I feel sorry for David, if it wasn't for his intervention, we might never have recovered our lost sex life."

"Why don't we invite him around this weekend? He can stay over so he hasn't got to get a cab?"

Harry looked at his wife and smiled.

"I like your way of thinking."

"Maggie and I were hoping you'd join us Saturday evening for a meal."

"I'd love to mate."

"Oh, it's a sleep over."

David stood still looking at him for a long time.

"Pyjamas are optional."

"What time do you want me?"

"Oh, six Ok? Then we can get cracking."

Six on the dot David rang there doorbell holding a bunch of flowers. Maggie answered the door.

"Oh, are they for me? You shouldn't have, you've already proved your worth."

David walked in and noticed that Maggie was looking different. She'd had her hair cut in a fashionable bob and she was in a new white sundress.

"You look great Maggie."

"Thanks, I feel great thanks to you. Oh, I went to the pharmacy in the week."

"Err, yes?"

"Well, to cut a long story short, they have a drug trial on at the moment, and I signed you both up for it."

"What sort of trial?"

"Oh, they described it as a happy pill for the over fifties."

She then produced a strip of tablets and poured the wine.

"Come on gents, down the hatch."

David looked at Harry to see him throw his head back and swallow. Hoping to god he thought what was happening meant what he thought, he threw the tablet in his mouth and took a gulp of wine.

"I thought I might read something to you instead of having starters." Maggie said firing up her laptop.

"She's always been a show off." Harry said having another swig.

"So, setting the scene, a young woman is lost in the woods..."

Maggie then proceeded to read the story with perfect poise. David recognised the story immediately - he had it in his favourites. Both men were enthralled and listened intently as Maggie spoke the parts with great passion.

"The end." She said smiling. "What do you think?" she said looking at David.

"I was always taught; honesty is best policy, and if I can't pull your knickers down within 30 seconds I will burst."

"How do you feel about that Harry?"

"I think I'd really like to see that."

"My thoughts exactly." Maggie said before adding; "Well, what are you waiting for?"

David leapt up and launched himself at Maggie with growing lust. He held her tight to him and kissed her hard. His hands firmly squeezed her buttocks.

"Fucking hell Maggie, I've wanted you for so long."

"I know."

He then sank to his knees and reached up under her dress. Her knickers came down in a swift movement. He then disappeared under her dress and sank his face into her sex.

After a few minutes Maggie had to hold on a chair for support.

"I think we'll be more comfortable in the bedroom." Harry said from the other side of the room.

"Yes, let's go to the guest's bedroom." Maggie said pulling David away from her.

"Are you sure about this?" David asked.

"Positive, come on." And with she took his hand and led him down the hallway.

She then stopped and turned to the men;

"What ever goes on in this bedroom, stays in this bedroom ok?"

Both men nodded in agreement.

"Now, if my hunch is right, Harry would like to watch you fuck me. Am I right Harry?"