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”.
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.
“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.
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.
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.”
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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