Mandy loves to cook by Woodeye

Mandy and I have been married for about twenty-four years. She’s a gorgeous 45 something-year-old brunette that is 5’6″ 130 lbs. and has a perfect 34C – 24 – 35 figure. After the birth of our only child, Mandy put on about 25 pounds, but in all the right places, her amazing ass and an increased bust line. Considering our twenty-four years of marriage, our sexual activity has settled into somewhat of a once a week or so and most often consist of Mandy requesting, I perform oral sex before we do anything else. I have always enjoyed licking and sucking her tight little pussy and I gladly dive between her legs when I get a chance.During Mandy’s time volunteering as a member of a cooking committee for her company’s sponsored employee organization, she often came home with an obvious air of having consumed an acholic beverage. When I commented about the apparent acholic beverage smell, she said all the members of the committee had a drink or two while they were preparing the dinner meal and no one ever over indulged. My wife said she always limited her participation in the pre-dinner cooking activity to a single Harvey Wallbangers. Alcohol has always lowered her inhibitions about sexual related comments and early on in our marriage seems to have allowed her to accept my suggestion to try oral sex. My wife is in her middle 40’s and is allowed to leave work after lunch time to travel to the company recreation retreat site to assist in the preparation of an evening meal. This is a company sponsored activity that consisted of a monthly meeting of all first line supervisory personnel.

Prior to one of the scheduled monthly supervisory meetings, Mandy’s car was having air-conditioning problems and had to be dropped off the day before at the car dealership for repair. With each of needing a car for transportation purposes, this created a major problem. I was under a deadline to complete a major systems project that reqruied me to be at my work site until 7 or 8 PM that evening and Mandy needed a vehicle to travel to the monthly dinner meeting site right after lunch time. Mandy said she would get a ride to the evening dinner meeting and back home that night with one of the committee cooking members. AS I dropped Mandy off at work that morning, Mandy said she might be late getting home because this was the annual election of officers meeting and the dinner meeting would probably be a long meeting. This would be fine with me because I had a major systems project that was going to require some late-night work.

Today had been part of a long week of a lot of late-night work trying to resolve several problems with a new mainframe computer system that my team was installing and we were running at least 15 days behind schedule. After what appeared to be a successful test run of the new software around 8PM that evening, I stopped off at the local quick shop and purchased a six pack of Bud Light and headed home. As I stumbled in the carport door, I kicked off my shoes and opened the first cold Bud, I switched on the TV just in time to catch the beginning of the third quarter of a Dallas/New York Thursday Night game. Celebrating a Dallas come back, one Bud followed anther Bud until the six pack was gone and I fell asleep on the couch.

I don’t know how long I’d been asleep, but it could not have been too long. I was awakened by the sound of the carport door being closed and as tired as I was, I didn’t even open my eyes or move my tired body. We have two couches in our great room that face each other with a coffee table in between. I slowly partially opened one eye just a little and to my surprises there sat the head cook of the cooking committee, Bobby. Bobby was a family friend, who was in his early 60’s, and was the Alpha male of the cooking committee group. The football game was over, and the TV was loudly playing some war movie. Mandy came in the great room with two drinks, handed Bobby one drink, and sat down on the couch next to Bobby. I continued to be stretched out on the other couch, and slowly closed my eye wishing he would hurry up and leave so I could go to bed. Bobby and Mandy were talking softly as they shared several more drinks and I continued to pretend I was fast asleep.

They continued to ignore me and assume I was asleep. Bobby told Mandy how pretty he had always thought she was and how lucky that I was to have her in my bedroom. She slurred a thank you to him and commented something about the lack of activity in our bedroom as she gazed into his eyes. He put his right arm on top of the couch behind her. He continued moving closer to Mandy and complimenting her about her young sexy appearance. Mandy beamed like an infatuated schoolgirl and unknown to me she had always secretly admired Bobby’s good looks and his muscular body. He slowly dropped his hand to her shoulder, pulled her towards him and kissed her on the lips. Mandy hesitated for a second and then slowly returned Bobby’s kiss ever so lightly. She brought her hand up to his chest and slowly began to rub lightly over his muscular chest. Mandy pulled away for a moment looking over at me on the other couch.

Sensing her hesitation, Bobby said, “If he finished off that six pack of Bud, he is out for the night. I don’t think you have to be concerned about waking him up.”

I guess I should have stopped this before it started but I wanted to see what might happen next. My cock was beginning to get hard, and I wondered how far Mandy would go. Through silted eyes, I watched as his left hand drop to her legs while they continued to make out like she was his high school girlfriend. His left hand slowly began to fondle her exposed inner thighs. Mandy made no move to stop Bobby, and she slowly began to spread open her legs.

Bobby continued to slowly stroke upwards. Her dress was getting pushed up to where you should have been able to see her white panties. I could see she didn’t have any panties on and could only guess Mandy had anticipated the lack of panties might encourage Bobby to see how far Mandy would go. She parted her thighs slightly to accommodate his fingers and Bobby found her naked pussy. The alcohol was providing the excuse to allow Bobby to play with her pussy and possibly to allow Mandy to find out if all the rumors about Bobby’s “magnificent large cock” was true. Bobby smiled when he found Mandy wasn’t wearing any panties and realized just how wet her pussy was when his first finger slipped between her pussy lips.

After a second finger slid into her wet pussy, she moved her hand down to his and pushed it away panting, “We shouldn’t be doing this. I’m married and my husband is right over there….”

Instead replying to her comment, Bobby boldly brought his lips to hers and soon they were kissing passionately again. Closing her eyes, Mandy thrust her tongue into his mouth like a snake. Then Bobby did something that I thought took real balls with me “sleeping” just eight feet across the living room. He quietly unzipped his pants and pulled out his huge semi-hard cock. I thought when she sees this, this is going to be where she stops.

Mandy was so wound up kissing Bobby that she didn’t even notice that Bobby had taken the time to release his large semi-hard cock from his pants. He started again to stroke her inner thighs very gently. When she reached down to stop his advance up her legs, Bobby grasped her tiny hand and guided it to his semi-hard cock. When her hand contacted the hot flesh of his semi-hard cock, she pulled her hand away and stared at his large semi-hard cock. Suddenly the realization of what was in front of her brought a new wave of moisture pulsating in her pussy and replaced resistance with desire and awe. You could see by the look on her face that she had arrived at the moment of possibly enjoying the magnificent large cock that one of her girlfriends had heard a lady in the company restroom talking about.

“It’s amazing, I’ve never seen one that big,” Mandy whispered, “it is so big around and so long.”

“Stroke it a little and see how much bigger you can make it grow,” he whispered encouraging her to touch his semi-hard cock.

“Oh, I shouldn’t be doing this. You should really put it back in your pants,” Mandy replied as she continued to stare at his organ. There was no conviction in her voice.

“You make me so horny. You don’t know it, but I have admired your body and been wanting you for so many years and now is your chance to enjoy stroking a real, man-size cock,” he cajoled her. “Do you want to find out what at real cock feels like? Just touch it for a moment.”

“I really should stop now…” she panted. Her eyes were still glued to his cock as it slowly began to increase in size.

Bobby reached down, stroked his cock about twice causing large cock head to begin swelling up even larger.

“We don’t have to do anything…” he whispered, “Just feel it, I know you want to see what it is really like. I bet your tiny hand can’t reach all the way around it.”

“I don’t know…. What about him?” Mandy motioned to me on the couch.

“He’s out like a light. I don’t think he’ll wake up if we continue to remain quiet,” he told her, trying to be convincing. “Just slowly stroke my cock and see how big it will get. We really don’t have to do anything if you don’t want to.” he continued to persuade her.

“I really shouldn’t….” she stammered as if in a trance. Her willpower faded quickly as she gazed at his impressive and ever-growing cock.

For a few minutes Mandy continued to sit and stare at the ever-hardening cock trying to convince herself that she wanted to stop. I guess she was hoping that I wouldn’t wake up and see her with her hand on Bobby’s cock. She couldn’t keep her eyes off it. She had been drinking more than a few Harvey Walbangers and I’m sure that she was thinking about all the rumors her girlfriends had told her about Bobby’s skill with his large magnificent cock.