Looking at Leaves in the Ridge and Valley Country

This morning, like most since you have been furloughed, is another frustrating one. You watch the morning news as you have your coffee. 

“No Changes with the Government….And today the President announced…” You turn off the TV and go to the kitchen to make something for breakfast. Your wife is there, still wearing her thin nightgown, pouring herself a cup of coffee. “Anything in the news?” she asks.

You angrily grumble “Of course not. Another day sitting around with no paycheck on the horizon.”

She comes over, kisses your forehead, then your lips. “We have enough in savings. We are okay. The bills are up to date. We have food in the pantry. We are doing better than some.”

You take a sip from your mug. “You’re right. I just wish I was doing something…”

She cuts you off. “Let’s drive to the mountains. According to the news, the National Parks are still open, but have limited facilities. If we drive out to the Ridge and Valley country, we can take some great photos.”

You want to stop her and complain that it will cost gas, but you haven’t had to commute into work for a couple of weeks now. So you stop and think, she’s right. “Do you want to just take photos, or do you want to also bring your sketch book and paints?” you ask.

“Oh, I hadn’t thought about that.” She responds, as she pulls up the weather on her phone. “The weather today will be clear and comfortable. I can pack my pencils and paints.”

You smile and nod as she gets excited. “I know of a couple of overlook spots, where we can stop.” You say. “When do you want to do it?”

She looks at the time. “Let’s get dressed and just go.”

You kiss her, a bit more passionately. “Yes. Let’s get dressed, pack a lunch, and go.” You both put on jeans and a T-shirt. You grab a flannel shirt and wear it unbuttoned, and she grabs a zip-up hoodie. You also grab light jackets, and hand her one. “Just in case it is cooler out there.”

She takes it “Good thinking. I also think there is a blanket in the backseat of the car, which we can use if we need.”

In a cloth grocery bag you toss some sandwiches, and a bag of chips,. She fills up water bottles, and places a couple of them in a small cooler, along with a plastic container of left over pasta salad.

“Snacks and lunch.” You say grabbing the bag and cooler. “Do you have your sketchbook and paints?” you ask.

“Give me a second.” She says as you carry things to the car. She comes out with a small tackle box, holding her art supplies, and two different sized sketch books.

“Should I bring a good camera?” you ask.

“No. Let’s just use the cellphones.” She responds.

You think for a moment. “If I’m driving, then I can’t be taking photos, but she can concentrate on photos and painting.” You nod “You’re right. Is that everything?”

“I think so.” She says.

An hour or so later, you are still on the highway. The windows are down and the radio is playing music that you are enjoying. Traffic is lighter than you anticipated. Most of what you see on the highway is tractor trailers and construction trucks, but few cars. The green and white signs pointing to the “Scenic Byway” tell you that you’ll get off the highway soon.

She has been taking a few landscape photos with her phone. Most of the trees you have seen were mostly green still, with patches of yellow, orange, red, and brown. Just starting to turn. You also drive past farms where the crops have been harvested, or they are reading the fields for the winter crops.

“When was the last time we were here?” you ask her loudly.

She answers “Don’t you remember, shortly after we married and got the house.”

You hit the buttons to roll up the windows, and turn down the music. It is so much quieter without the wind noise. “Why did you do that?” she asks.

“I didn’t want to yell.” You respond. “Yes, I remember it now.” You put your arm around her and pull her closer to you. “After we moved into the house, you asked how much I knew about the area.”

“Because we’d both relocated here for work, we thought it was time to really see the sights.” She continues. “The mountains, the museums, historic sites, and then the beaches.”

You squeeze her tighter. “I think that first year we saw as much as we could.”

She kisses your cheek. “I’m glad we are taking some time again. I’m not happy about the furlough, but you have to admit, the past few years we’ve been pretty busy with work.”

You nod and move your hand so it rests on her thigh. Even through the denim, she feels good to you. “You’re right. And our exit is coming up soon.” You say as you see an arrow pointing “Scenic Byway” under the next exit sign.

You turn off and roll the windows back down. As you slow, you smell the scents of the forest. The cool, damp smell of leaves mixed with the scent of fresh cut stalks from the nearby farmers’ fields. The road winds up as the thickening forest blocks the mid-morning sun.

She turns and snaps photos. You aren’t sure what she is seeing. Could be animals or just how the sunlight and shadows are making patterns. You stay focused on the road. It is much more twisty than you remember it, so you slow down.

She keeps looking and taking photos.

Soon you make it to the top of the ridge-line. The trees towards the valley are gone and you can see sunlight lighting up the valley floor.

“God, That’s so beautiful.” She says as she continues taking photos with her phone.

“There’s a scenic overlook up ahead. Let’s stop.” You say.

“Yes. Please.” She says.

With the forest to your left and the valley to your right, it is so beautiful, but you are focused on the road, so the colors of the leaves are only partially registering. You notice evergreens, but also flame reds, bright yellows, and sunny oranges, mixed with the pale greens and dark brown. You let her focus on taking photos and you’ll keep both of you safe on the road.

You see the scenic overlook and pull in. As you get out of the car, you look at how her jeans hug her shapely hips and ass. You grab your phone and take some photos too.

The mid-morning sunlight shines down on the orchards of the valley. You see small trucks moving from farm to farm, loaded with freshly picked fruit.

You see her sit on the public bench, open your art box, and start sketching a landscape.

As you take some photos with your phone, you walk back to her. You are the only ones at the overlook right now. The sun and shadows make a beautiful pattern on her.

You take a couple of photos of her. Just sitting and sketching. She looks so beautiful. You try a few different angles to try and capture the valley in the background.

“Honey, I hate to interrupt you, but can you stand. Maybe do a couple of model poses?”

She smiles. “Of course.” Setting down her sketch pad, she stands, then poses. Against a log safety railing, next to a sign, and a couple of other locations.

“I’m a little warm.” She says, pulling off her sweatshirt. You see her hard nipples through the fabric of her t-shirt. She looks so sexy.

“I wish you would have worn a dress today.” You comment as she strikes various poses.

“I could’ve worn a dress… but then you wouldn’t get to see me slowly peel off these jeans, inch by inch, revealing just how hot it really is out here?” she says in a devilishly playful tone.

“Do you really want to do that here? Where anyone could see?” You ask as you continue taking photos of her.

She moves over to the bench. “You’re right, the risk makes it even hotter… Imagine if someone drove by just as I slid my jeans down my thighs, giving them a glimpse of what only you get to see..” She says as she unbuttons her jeans, “But for now, it’s just you and me, and this show is all yours.”

You move closer and take a couple more photos. “We haven’t done strip tease photos in a long time.” You comment.

“I didn’t realize how much I missed playing like this.” She says, “The way my body responds to the camera, knowing it’s your eyes on the other end, it’s exhilarating. Now, let’s make some new memories… every inch of skin revealed just for you.”

You are surprised by her comments but continue taking photos as she slowly slides her jeans down her sexy legs. You move closer, have her turn her body so we get the patterns on her skin made by sun and shadow.

“Mmm, this feels so good on my bare skin… makes me want to feel your hands tracing the same patterns.” She says in a teasing tone. “Are you ready to put that down and join me on the bench?”

“You are always so sexy.” You respond, as you put your phone in your pocket and kiss her. Her lips are so warm against yours. You reach up under t-shirt, raise it up and show off her firm breasts.

“Where do you want my mouth?” you ask. One hand caresses her breast, and the other moves along her bare thigh. “You are so damn sexy. I just want to see you cum.” You say, kissing her again. Your getting hard as you touch her.

“I want your mouth everywhere… but first, let’s see if you can make me beg for it” She whispers in a playful tone “Trace those lips down my neck, slowly… make me crave more.”

You softly kiss her mouth, then slowly move to her neck. Your hand on her breast softly caresses with your fingertips teasing her hard nipple, your other hand moves up higher on her thigh, to the edge of her panties.

You kiss her smooth skin down to the base of her shirt collar, with her t-shirt bunched up above her breasts. You then move to the upper part of her left beast. Her skin feels so warm against your lips, mustache, and beard you softly kiss your way down towards her nipple.

Your fingers on her thigh slowly move back and forth along the edge of her panties, teasing, without getting closer. “Mmmmm your teasing is driving me wild… your beard is so soft, brushing me. Don’t stop now, keep that fire burning…” she says in soft low tones.

Using the tip of your tongue to slowly lick around her hard left nipple, you also use your fingertips rolling her right one, as your other hand rubs the fabric of her panties along her damp pussy lips. Her nipple is firm in your mouth as you suck it hard, pulling her right nipple with the same pressure, as you continue to rub her panties.

She moans “Mmm, the way you’re playing with me….the heat’s building between my thighs….. I want to feel your fingers slip inside, spread me open… make me moan your name.”

You teasingly finger her wet cunt with more pressure, the crotch of her panties keeping your fingers from entering her. Then you slide the gusset to the side and slip two fingers into her. Your mouth and other hand continue working on her sensitive nipples.

She is so wet. Your fingers go in and out. The palm of your hand rubs her clit. You suck your left nipple harder as your fingers go deeper.

She closes her eyes in pleasure. “That’s it my love. Cum for me.” you say. “Cum where tourists sit and watch.”

Her breathing hitches as you talk to her, the thought of being watched turns her on. “Fuck, I’m close, so close… Make me cum baby, make me scream your name right here.” She pants.

You finger her harder until you feel her pussy tighten and pulse against my hand. Her moans echo down into the valley.

“I can almost hear the whispers of strangers watching us, it’s so fucking hot… Don’t stop, keep fucking me with your fingers until I explode.” She is fantasizing as an occasional car drives past.

You stop sucking her nipples and kiss her mouth again. Then you put you mouth on her clit. You lick and suck it as you work you fingers faster and deeper. She moans, almost whimpering in pleasure.

Sucking her clit harder, your mustache and beard is now wet with your saliva and her excitement. You work a third finger in, filling her and using your mouth and tongue giving her as much pleasure as you can.

Your own cock is pulsing in your pants from her enjoyment, and the pressure of the denim as you squat and bring her to another orgasm.

“Yes!” You feel her body clench as she cums hard. The fantasy excitement of being watched by strangers and everything you did has her sweating and breathless.

A car pulls up. It looks like tourists. You kiss her, as you help her get her jeans on again.

She grabs her sketch book and art box. “Let’s try a different spot.”

You glance to the couple who are taking photos of the valley. “Yes. There are a couple more overlooks on the byway.”

She kisses you once you are both in the car. “Maybe I’ll do something for you at the next stop.”

“Maybe.” You respond and drive off, as she rests her hand on your thigh, teasing your hard dick through your jeans.

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Carving Jack-O'-Lanterns

 

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You wife is making the hot spiced cider, while you explain to the kids, “It’s too early to carve the pumpkins. We have to wait until the week of Halloween.”

Your wife steps up behind you and rests a reassuring hand between your shoulder blades, “Yes, if you carve them now, they will be ‘sad mush’ by the time Halloween rolls around.”

The kids both look like they were cheated, so you then say “But if you get your markers and paint, we can temporarily color them and place them in the window. When it’s time we can carve the other side.”

“Yay!” they both yell and head for their bedrooms for their art kits.

Your wife turns you to face her. “I knew there was a reason I love you.”

“Because I eat pussy like a demon, or because I fuck you like a man possessed.” You say in a low seductive tone.

She gives you one of her wicked smiles, “Maybe, but No, that’s not it. It’s because you know how to handle the kids.”

She kisses you and then walks back to the stove. You watch as she moves her hips in a sexy manner.

“I got my markers, Daddy.” Your daughter says as she comes back into the kitchen with a plastic bucket in hand. Your son follows shortly with the art kit your parents gave him for his birthday.

You take one last glance at your wife’s sexy ass, and then focus on the kids. “OK. While Mommy finishes heating the cider, lets put down some plastic on the kitchen table and then move the pumpkins.”

Before the kids can comment, you grab a couple of trash bags from the cupboard and lay then flat. The kids set their art supplies down then move the pumpkins to the table.

Over the next hour you and the kids draw and paint faces on each of the pumpkins. Your daughter is very specific about which pumpkin is the ‘Daddy Pumpkin’ and which one is the ‘Mommy Pumpkin’, she doesn’t care what her brother does with his, but she says that’s why she wanted two little pumpkins. “These are the kids. It’s a family just like us Daddy. A mommy, a daddy, and two babies.”

Your son rolls his eyes as his sister says that. You help your daughter make sure that the ‘Pumpkin Family’ faces are all funny and cute. Then you see what your son painted. The face on his is jagged and scary looking, using paint to make it look like it has blood dripping from its mouth. “That looks great Kiddo. When it’s carving time, we’ll need to see if we can get a scary pattern for the other side.”

“Great. Do you really like how my Vampire looks?”

You nod as you sip your spiced cider. “You did a good job.”

The cider is hot and tasty, and it scent fills the kitchen. The kids are more focused on drawing and painting than on drinking their cider, but then again, the cider was mainly for you and your wife. But if you hadn’t poured mugs for them, they would have complained.

You notice that your wife got boxes of decorations from the attic. She already strung orange and purple lights in the windows. You walk over to her, “You should have asked for help.” You say as you hand her a stuffed monster that has “Trick or Treat” stitched across its front.

“You were busy with the kids. I thought I should have this ready so when they finished, we could set them up in the window.” She says, as she places a couple more items in the window, leaving plenty of room for the painted Jack-O’-Lanterns.

You kiss her, and say, “I’ll start bringing them over.”

She arranges them, with the help of the kids, so that from the outside you see, your son’s ‘Scary’ one, all the way to the left, separated from the ‘Pumpkin Family’ by a monster, a witch, and a stuffed, plushy pumpkin. Your daughter is very insistent that her brother’s has to be on the other side of the window ledge, from the pumpkin family.

Your son says. “Yes. That way he doesn’t get up in the middle of the night and attack the others, turning them all into vampires like him.”

Your daughter looks horrified about that thought. Your wife quickly points out that the ‘Pumpkin family’ is protected from the pumpkin vampire, by the monster, the witch, and the plushy. You nod and reassure her too.

For the next couple of weeks, your kids, everyday ask if it’s time to carve the pumpkins. You patiently tell them “No. Not yet.”

Both you and your wife get some carving ideas by searching online. You also take the kids to the local craft store to pick up a pattern book and carving tools.

“Why didn’t we just get the ones at the grocery store, Dad?” your son asks.

As you pick up two sets of tools and the related book, you show your son, “I thought it would be easier for your sister if she had a pattern she could trace. Also, if you see anything you like, you can use it too.”

You quickly flip through the pages and show your son a pattern of a vampire with long fangs. “Wow!” he responds and looks at a few more pages. Wolves, bats, and other designs. “Yeah, let’s get it Dad.”

“That’s my plan Kiddo.”

It was hard to keep the kids from carving their jack-o’-lanterns until the week before Halloween, but it helps your kids make up their minds what they want to do. They keep flipping though the pattern book and changing their minds which ones they want.

To keep the book from getting damaged, your wife scanned and printed off copies.

One day, while the kids were watching a family friendly Halloween movie, on that channel that does “31 days of Halloween”, you notice that your wife is on the computer and looking at “adult carving ideas” These include outlines of dancers and couples engaging in sex, and multiple variations of “pumpkin as ass with spread cheeks”.

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You stand behind her and ask “Do you see anything you like?” as you lean closer and rest your hand on her shoulder.

She playfully pats your hand and answers in a seductive tone. “Of course. You mentioned pumpkins reminding you of tits & butts, and was curious what’s out there.”

You look to see if the kids are still in the other room, then gently move your hand and caress her left breast. “You must be getting excited.” You comments “And no bra today?”

“I didn’t feel like one, and maybe I’m just a little chilly.” She playfully responds.

You lean in closer. “If the kids were asleep, I’d take you to bed and warm you up.”

She turns her head and kisses you. Here lips are warm and inviting. “Hold off for now, Dear. I’ll make it up to you later.”

You sigh, and see one where it’s the carving of a woman on her knees, sucking her man. It’s designed to cast a giant shadow of a blowjob. “Maybe something like that?” You ask with a wink.

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“Maybe, if you’re a good boy. Go check on the kids.”

You kiss her again and make some popcorn so you can enjoy the movie with the kids, and let your wife enjoy herself.

That Saturday before Halloween, it’s finally time to carve the Jack-O’-Lanterns. Your wife lays out trash bags and your job is to help the kids ‘scoop out the guts’.

Your son really wants to open his by himself, but you tell him, next year. This year, you’ll remove the top to his and let him scoop everything out.

He’s almost bouncing up and down with excitement as is your daughter.

You use a sharp carving knife to remove the top. Stringy pulp hangs down. You pull it enough so you can cut the inside of the top smooth, then set it aside. Your son has his scoop ready in hand as you move to the side and let him get to work.

You open one of the ‘baby pumpkins’ for your daughter and then show her how to use the plastic scoop. You demonstrate how to scoop along the bottom, and then dump all of the loose pulp into the trash bag. Your wife reminds you save the seeds from at least one of them. She’ll show the kids how to make ‘roasted pumpkin seeds’. Your hands feel wet and slimy. You keep wiping them off with paper towels. Glancing over to your son, you see that he has the bulk of it scraped out.

“Good job Kiddo. When you finish making sure all the pulp is gone, show me and then go grab your pattern.”

“Will do, Dad.” He says with a look of concentration on his face as he checks his work.

“Ewww it’s slimy Daddy.” Your daughter says she starts scraping the inside of hers.

“It is, Baby. That’s why we have hand soap and the paper towels. You do that one and I’ll do the other one.” You say as you remove the top of the other ‘baby pumpkin’.

When you finish emptying the last of them, there is a bowl full of pumpkin seeds, and the kids have their pattern pages up against the blank sides of their Jack-O’-Lanterns. You use a couple pieces of tape to hold the paper in place, then show the kids how to use the punch tool. “It looks like a ‘dot to dot’ picture when you finish.”

They both focus really hard following their patterns.

You look to your wife. “What do you want for these two?” pointing to the ‘mommy’ and ‘daddy’ pumpkin. She hands you a couple of ‘goofy grin’ patterns. Both of which are just basic cut out patterns.

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You give her a mock frown, “Nothing from the ‘adult patterns’ you were looking at?”

She walks closer, puts her hand under the table and lightly grabs your crotch and whispers in your ear, “I’ve got something adult for you tonight. Focus on family friendly now, and I’ll give you a nice surprise later.”

Before you can respond, she picks up the bowl of seeds, and says in a normal tone. “Thanks for all the seeds. I’ll lay them out on a baking sheet. When you’re done marking your patterns, I’ll show you what I’m doing.”

After marking out the patterns, you show the kids how to use the dull, serrated, saws to connect the dots and remove the unneeded parts.

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Soon the kitchen had that smell of pumpkin, and roasted seeds. The kids are happy with what they made. You made the simple ones your wife picked, though you wish you would have made at least one of the ‘adult themed’ ones, it would have looked out of place next to the rest of the family friendly ones.

Your wife hands you a few electric tea lights. You place one in each one and then move them back to the front window. The sun’s still up, so the lights don’t show brightly, but you take a couple of photos. You turn the tea lights off and tell the kids, that when it gets dark, you’ll turn them back on and take more photos.

After cleaning up and having a quick dinner of fast food from a local place, once it’s dark, you turn on the tea lights and take photos. The kids are so happy as they stand next to you and see the Jack-O’-Lanterns they carved. “They look good.” You say.

“Yep, we did good carving ‘jackel-lanerns’.” Your son snickers as he imitates how his sister mispronounces them.

She makes a face and then says “Mommy says they’re ‘Jack O’ Lanterns’. Right Daddy?”

You take your daughter’s hand and lovingly squeeze it. “Yes Baby, they are Jack-O’-Lanterns.” You then wink and smile at your son, “Not a pack of jackel-lanerns.”

Before they can say anything else you say. “OK. Let’s get ready for bed. It’s been a long day.”

They clean up and your wife asks if will read the “the Legend of Jack O’ Lantern” to the kids, as she hands you the “Teeny Tiny Halloween Book”. She kisses and winks at you. “I’ll have something special for you when you come to bed.”

After reading and getting the kids to bed, you go to your room and strip off your clothing.

Your wife is in bed and under the covers. “Once you’re naked, and make sure the door is closed. I’ve got something for you.”

You do as she asks and move to the edge of the bed.

“Close your eyes and stand still.” She says.

You feel the air move as she pulls the blankets off of her. You want to peek, but you keep your eyes closed tight. You hear her crawling on the bed. Moving closer to you. You don’t know what she has in mind, but already you are getting excited. You feel your dick harden in anticipation.

“Mmmm You don’t even know what your surprise is, and already you’re excited.” She purrs in a soft voice. “I hope you don’t cum too quickly.”

You feel soft, slick fabric rubbing along the bottom ridge of your hardening shaft. “Keep your eyes closed, Dear. Just enjoy how this feels.”

You squeeze your eyes tightly, and ball your hands into fists. You want to reach out and grab her but this feels so good and different. So smooth yet firm.

“Open your eyes.” She purrs.

You look down as your wife is wearing orange spandex leggings and rubbing her ass against your now hard cock. “Should I keep them on, or take them off.”

You exhale, and fight to keep your voice down. “I so badly want to rip them off you and fuck you now.”

She stays bent over, but pulls them down. “They are new. Please don’t rip them yet.”

You grab her hips, and rub your shaft along the crack of your ass. “If you had prepped for it, I’d ask for anal tonight.” You say in a low tone.

“Not tonight lover. Let’s save it for when I’m ready.” She responds in a low tone, “But my pussy’s all wet and ready.”

You point your hard cock down and rub it along her damp pussy lips. “Oh yes you are.” You say in a soft gasping breath. You continue back and forth, teasing her then you rub just the tip along her wet slit.

“You are being a naughty boy, teasing me like that.” She says.

You smile, then grab her hips firmly. “So you want me like this instead?” you whisper as you thrust firmly. You slide in nicely. She really is turned on and ready for you.

“Yes!” she says, and then rocks back and forth on her hands and knees. She is using you to fuck herself. You love when she is in one of these moods. You won’t last long. Reaching forward, you rub her clit. “YES” she says a bit louder.

“Let’s not wake the kids.” You whisper loudly.

She continues moving back and forth, moaning through a tightly closed mouth.

Her pussy is so warm, slick and wet. It feels so good going back and forth on you. You feel her stop and press back against you hard. Her cunt pulses around you as she presses her face into a pillow and moans.

You grip her hips tightly as your body tenses. You shoot your cum deep inside of her.

Then you pull out.

You grab a used towel from the hamper to wipe yourself before you pull on your sleep shorts. Then you hand the towel to her. She wipes herself and then pulls up the leggings.

“Are you going to sleep in those?” you ask.

“Sure, they go with the T-shirt.”

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You hadn’t noticed the black t-shirt, which on the front, reads “Stop Staring at My Pumpkins” and has the image of a zipper revealing two jack-o-lanterns where her breasts are.

“Yes it does.” You say as you climb into bed, kissing her and holding her tight.

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Going to the Pumpkin Patch

 

It started off in the Grocery store. You and the kids are picking up things while your wife cooks dinner. Right at the entrance, there are stacks of pumpkins and gourds. Some with painted faces and other plain. There is also a standing rack with “Jack-O’-Lantern Carving” tools. 

“Daddy, can we get a pumpkin?” Your son asks.

“I wanna make a jackel-lanern” your daughter whines.

“We’ll see kids. I think we still have tools in the kitchen from last time.” You respond, then say “Let’s get what your mom needs tonight, and ask if she wants to get a pumpkin.”

“Are you gonna call her, Daddy?” your daughter asks.

You smile down at her. “No. We’ll just get what’s on the list tonight, and ask her when we get home.” You then hand your son your cell phone, with the grocery list on the screen, “What’s the first thing we need?”

Once you get home, your daughter carries in a bag and you hear “Mommy, we wanna get punkins and make jackel-lanerns.”

By the time you carry in your arm load of bags, your wife is crouching down and listening to your daughter. “Let’s put away groceries, and have dinner first.” She says as she smiles at you.

After putting everything away, you lean over to your wife and give her a kiss. Her skin is so soft and warm on your lips. “Dinner smells great.”

“Thanks, let’s sit down and eat.” She responds.

The chicken with noodles is hot and tasty, and goes well with the salad that you picked up at the store. Between forkfuls of food your daughter keeps telling about the painted ‘jackel-lanerns.’

“Baby,” you say, stopping her, “It is Jack-O’-Lantern, or more correctly Jack of the Lantern. Not ‘jackel-lanterns’.”

“Dear, do we still have the book of “Children’s Halloween Stories?” your wife asks. “There was at least one story about “Jack of the Lanterns” in it. That might help her remember better.”

“I like ‘Jackel-lanerns’. Sounds like fiery wild dogs or a Pokemon.” You hear your son mutter and smirk.

You hadn’t thought of that. Fiery wild dogs moving though the darkness, their eyes a blaze, and their chilling howls, echoing through the night. Your wife snaps you out of your thoughts. “I think the book is in the downstairs bookcases. Will you look after dinner?”

You take another forkful of food and then say “Of course. Once we’re done.”

As the kids take their baths, and get ready for bed, you look at the bookcases downstairs. They are filled with a mixture of novels, old textbooks, historical books, and of course kids’ books. Most of the kids’ books are the nice, hard-bound ones that you and your wife wanted to keep and make sure the kids didn’t ruin. You see “The Complete Winnie the Pooh”, “Scary Stories” (A book that after you read a couple of stories to your son, you agreed with your wife to put it away. No reason to give the kids ‘nightmare fuel’.), “Aesop’s Fables” and there it is, the “Tiny Teeny Halloween Treasury”. You flip through it. It’s been a while since you looked at it. Aside from the recipes, cartoons, and poems, there a couple of stories in it too.

Once you are back upstairs you show your wife the ‘Bedtime Anti-Monster Checklist’. “Honey, do you remember when we used this with our son?”

She looks at the book, and reads the 6 steps. “Oh God, yes. Shortly after we read that ‘Scary stories’ book he wanted. We had to check under the bed, and the closet, and use a nightlight. I’m glad he outgrew that.” She flips the pages and smiles. “There are a couple of recipes I want to copy. Can you check on the kids? I’ll be there in a few.” She kisses you and then goes over to the computer.

Your son is already in his pajamas and brushing his teeth. Your daughter is still in the bath, with the curtain pulled closed.

“Are you okay in there?” You ask.

“Yes daddy. No peeking. I’m a big girl now and don’t need help.” She says as you hear the sound of the washcloth being rung out over the water.

“Ok, Baby. I’ll make sure your nightgown is on your bed. Yell if you need help.” You say as your son rinses his mouth and puts up his toothbrush. 

“All Clean Dad.” He says baring his teeth at you.

“Go to bed Kiddo.”

“Dad, did you look for the carving tools yet?” He asks.

“Not yet. I will. Your mom and I still need to talk about getting some pumpkins.” You respond and shoo him off to bed.

You feel a damp hand pull the back of your shirt. “I’m done daddy. Don’t peek, I need my PJs.”

You realize that you are standing in the way, and your daughter, wrapped in a towel, needs to get past. You move aside and she closes the door.

Your wife comes up next to you. “I’ll take things from here. Can you make sure the kids didn’t leave a mess in the bathroom?” She kisses your cheek. “And if you’re already in bed when I finish reading to the kids, I might have something special for you.” She winks and knocks on your daughter’s door. “It’s mommy, do you need help with your nightgown?”

You check the bathroom, rinsing the bubbles out of the tub, and hanging up the wet washcloth to dry. The kids didn’t leave too much mess. You check the clothes hamper. It’s full so you might as well carry it down to the laundry room. Tomorrow or Saturday you can do the laundry. But not tonight. You stop by the kitchen and look in the utensil drawer. There is a plastic scoop, and a dull, serrated carver, but that’s all you see. “I guess I’ll pick up a new carving kit” you mutter to yourself.

In your bedroom you strip out of your jeans and shirt, pull on a pair of old running shorts, that are perfect for sleeping in, then lie down on your side of the bed. A few minutes later your wife comes in, still carrying the Halloween book.

“I had forgotten how much the kids like these stories and poems.” She says, setting it down and getting undressed. As she removes her bra, you watch her breasts move. They almost remind you of the little gourds. They aren’t firm and round anymore, but still sexy and perfect for sucking. Then when she removes her panties and bends over, you imagine her ass cheeks painted orange, and a jack-o’-lantern face painted on each one. For a second you imagine grabbing each one as you put your face is between her breasts.

That familiar tingle of arousal has you tenting your shorts.

“Oh. Is that for me, tonight?” Your wife asks as she pulls on her nightgown and comes to the bed.

You smile at her. “Of course. I always want you.”

She crawls across the bed, you glance to make sure the bedroom door is closed, as you feel her pull down your shorts and free your hardening penis. “Mmmmm, not fully hard yet, but I bet I can get it there.” She says. You feel her hand firmly grip your shaft and her tongue lick around the tip. You put your hands behind your head and relax as you feel her warm, wet mouth on you, and then the gentle suction.

“That’s it. Nice and hard. Perfect for me.” She says, almost purring.

She moves across you, straddling you, raising the hem of her nightgown, and then positioning your hard dick right along her damp slit. She inserts you and you feel the warmth of her pussy slowly cover you. She continues moving up and down until she has you fully inside of her. Her nipples are visibly hard through her nightgown and you reach up and roll her nipples.

‘Yes. Just like that.” She says in a quiet tone. She rocks back and forth on you, then puts her hand to her mouth and bites down on her knuckle, to muffle her moans of pleasure. This excites you even more and you pull her nipples as you thrust your hips up and cum inside of her. You feel her pussy pulse around you as her knees clench with pleasure. 

She lies on you, with your softening cock still inside of her. You wrap your arms around her. “I must have really turned you on.” She says in a playful tone. “You finished quickly.”

You turn her head and kiss her. “Not much quicker than you. You always turn me on, but what got you excited?” you ask in a quiet tone.

She picks up the kids’ book. “While reading to the kids, I remembered the ‘slutty costumes’ I’d wear before the kids were born. How sexy I felt, and how much I turned you on.”

“You still turn me on.” You respond, squeezing her ass, and kissing her again. Your soft dick is free, but you feel wetness drip from her onto you. “Though you might want to grab a towel. I hadn’t planned on making a mess tonight.”

She smiles, gets up and wipes herself off then throws you the towel, which you use and then toss on the hamper.

“The kids seem really excited about getting pumpkins” She says as she climbs back into bed. Her body is so soft and warm as she snuggles next to you.

“Should we get some at the grocery store, next time we go out?” you ask.

“I have a better idea. On Saturday, let’s take the kids to one of the local pumpkin patches.” She answers as she turns on her side and presses her back against you.

“Like those roadside stands?” you ask.

“Why don’t we see which of the ‘Pick your own’ farms has switched to pumpkins? The kids had fun when we went berry picking.”

You turn onto your side and press your back against hers. You feel her breathing slowing as you adjust your pillow and start to drift. “Sure. Sounds like a plan to me.”

On Saturday morning the kids are excited. They had already eaten their breakfast, cleaned up and gotten dressed before you even finished your first cup of coffee.

Your wife walks into the kitchen, her silky robe covering her sheer nightgown. “The kids are already set I see. What time do you want to go?” she asks as she pours her coffee.

“I hadn’t looked to see which farm to go to, yet.”

She sits down, pulls out her phone and starts searching. “I think we lucked out. The same farm as last time has a ‘pick your own’ pumpkin patch, and apples by the bushel.”

You finish your coffee, sigh, and say “OK. Let me get dressed. What time do they open?”

After putting on jeans and a T-shirt, you grab a light windbreaker, then fill up a travel mug with coffee.

“Is it time to go Daddy?” your daughter asks.

“Almost Baby. Why don’t you make sure that you and your bother have your shoes on. I’ll check on Mommy.”

“OK, Daddy.” She says as she scampers off to find her brother. Your wife walks into the kitchen wearing jeans, and a flannel shirt over a tank top. She also fills up a travel cup of coffee.

You walk behind her and slide your hand into her back pocket. “I love how your ass looks in those jeans” you say as you kiss her neck. “But why the flannel shirt?”

She turns and unbuttons it a bit, revealing that she isn’t wearing a bra under her tank top. “I just wanted to be comfortable.” She says with a wink and a smile. It is so tempting to caress her breasts through her shirt. 

“We’re ready Dad.” You hear your son say. You turn, grab your coffee mug and see your kids standing next to each other. You nod and smile. 

“OK, lets load up.”

The farm looks similar to when you were last there, except the scale house has signs saying “Fresh Hot Cider”, “Pumpkins”, and “Apples”. There is even a small stack of white pumpkins marked “Ghost Pumpkins”.

You are behind your wife and kids as they run ahead, following the signs reading “Pumpkin Patch! Pick your own!”.

Soon you catch up. There are a few other people in the patch. Your wife looks at you, “Stay with our daughter, I’ll go with our son.”

You blow her a kiss and close in on your daughter. “OK Baby, do you see any you like?”

After a while she found what she wanted. She convinces you to carry a large pumpkin while she picks two small ones. “You got the ‘Daddy punkin, and I got the two baby punkins. Right?”

“Yes Baby, let’s see what your brother found.”

You wife and son are each carrying similarly sized ones.

“Are we ready to check out?” you ask.

Your wife smiles but you can see in her eyes that she’s ready to go. “Yes, let’s check out.”

The sales clerk is the same one as last time, wearing the bib overalls but this time wearing an orange sweatshirt with the farm name in black letters. As you have your family put each pumpkin on the scale, you idly wonder how much the full, round breasts of the salesclerk would weigh. Your wife notices that you have a strange grin on your face as you finally weigh yours. “I’ll tell you later.” You whisper to her.

The clerk totals everything, and asks “Would you like anything else, aside from the 5 pumpkins?”

Before you can say “No”, your wife grabs a jug of fresh apple cider, and a tote of a dozen apples.

The clerk nods, and adds that to the total. You hand over your card to pay for it all. The kids carry the smaller bags, leaving your wife and you to carry the heavier ones.

“Being the bags of a dozen apples were cheaper than the grocery story, I couldn’t pass it up.” Your wife explains on the walk to the car. You nod. She then leans closer and asks, “So what was with you looking at the clerk and smirking?”

“With that orange sweatshirt, her tits looked like pumpkins. I was wondering what they weighed?” you say with an evil chuckle.

“Oh, so I need to get an orange sweatshirt?” She asks in mock jealousy.

“No. I want you in orange leggings. The other night I got hard looking at your sexy ass, which reminded me of firm round pumpkins.” You answer with a grin and a wink.

“Oh.” She responds. A few minutes later she asks. “Do you think my ass is big like these pumpkins?” Her voice has almost a hurt tone.

You set down your bags. “Come here Honey.” You say as you hold out your arms.

She comes closer. You kiss her firmly and grab both of her ass cheeks. “I love how you look and all the work you put in. Your sexy ass is firm and round.” You stress by grabbing each cheek harder. You then pick up your pumpkin and slap your hand firmly against it. There is a loud “smack” sound. “That’s why your ass reminds me of one of these pumpkins.”

The kids come running up. “Are you okay?”

“Is Mommy hurt? Was the punkin bad?”

Upon hearing this both you and your wife laugh. “We’re okay. We were just talking.” You say.

“Daddy wanted to show me how to know a pumpkin is good. You make sure it isn’t soft. So he slapped it.” Your wife explains, but there is a twinkle in her eye and a blush to her cheeks.

Your son tries to slap the one in his bag. “Ow. I think mine’s good.”

“Let’s go home. Why don’t we have Mommy make some hot spiced cider and we can think about what Jack-O’-Lanterns to make.”

“Don’t you mean ‘Jackel Lanerns’.” Your son jokes.

You and your wife just shake your head, “Get in and buckle up.”

(I’ll stop the story here. Come back next week and we’ll continue on with “Carving Jack-O’-Lanterns”. If you enjoyed this, Like and leave a comment. If you enjoy my writings, Follow and Subscribe.)