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.)