The week before Halloween was always a busy time for Karen. She hosted a party at her work, and she had last minute shopping to do and errands to run. With half of the week gone, she was staying late at work to get things set up. Her husband Tom was feeling pretty neglected. He was lucky she was making dinner when she got home.
By Thursday she was mostly set up for work and running ahead of schedule. Impressed with herself, she decided to do a couple more Halloween-y things around their house. On her way home from work, she stopped and picked up a few pumpkins. The goal was to carve them and roast the seeds when she got home.
"I made dinner." Tom announced proudly when she opened the door.
"Did you? What is it?"
"A frozen pizza." He smirked.
"Ohh, you chef, you!"
"Uh huh. And I even threw you together a salad." He came forward and took the pumpkins from her.
"Let me guess. You tore open the bag of lettuce."
"No, I had to cut up a head of lettuce, and a tomato. And I made you that salad dressing you like." Tom set the pumpkins on the floor in the kitchen.
Karen followed, more than a little surprised that he had went to all that work.. Then it hit her. He wanted laid. She smiled.
"I appreciate all the hard work you put into the meal honey. But if you wanted sex, all ya had to do was say so."
"No, I don't want sex. I mean, I won't turn it down, but I know how hard you've been working, and decided it wasn't fair you always had to come home and make dinner every night. I just wanted to help."
"Aw. You're so sweet. Now I remember why I married you." Karen went to him and wrapped her arms around his neck.
Tom pulled her hips to him, and tipped his head down to kiss her. She leaned up and their lips met softly. His tongue touched the seam of her lips, and she happily opened to him. After a moment they pulled apart, and sat down to eat.
Getting caught up on their respective days, they finished their meal and Tom cleaned up while Karen got the table ready for her pumpkin carving.
"Wanna help?"
"No, thanks. I'm going to head to the living room and watch TV."
Karen smiled. She knew full well he wouldn't help so she was just teasing him. However... a sneaky idea popped into her head. The kitchen and living room were open to each other. There wasn't a door, just a large archway. Once she got everything ready, and Tom was settled on the couch, Karen closed all the blinds in both the rooms.
Tom didn't move a muscle. She doubted he even noticed. With a sly smile on her face, Karen stood at the table and stripped off her pants. Then her panties. She glanced over at Tom- nothing. His eyes were still glued on the television. Next Karen pulled her shirt over her head, and unclasped her bra. Nothing. She gathered her clothes into a ball and threw them on the floor towards the living room.
The soft thump they made was enough that Tom's head turned slightly. His eyes saw them, then went right back to the television. Then he did a double take, trying to figure out what that was. He did. His eyes roved upward and saw his wife standing in the kitchen, completely nude. Her back was to him, so all he saw was her backside. Her voluptuous ass, smooth, still tanned legs, and the hourglass outline of her figure.
As he looked on, she pulled her long auburn hair up into a messy pony tail, and he watched her shoulder muscles move under her skin while she worked to carve the top off of a pumpkin. His cock twitched to life under his pajama pants, and he reached down and rubbed it absently.
With a quick glance over her shoulder, Karen saw that Tom had noticed.
"Would you prefer the other view?"
"What view is that?"
"The front, silly." Karen smirked at him over her shoulder.
"I think I'd like to see that."
She moved to the other side of the table, and went back to work. Now, all Tom could really see were her breasts and part of her stomach. She stepped to the side so the pumpkin didn't block his view, and he saw her pussy just over the top of the table. Her breasts jiggled while she cut into the pumpkin, and once the top was off, she worked on getting the goop out of it. She was elbows deep in pumpkin slime, naked, in their kitchen, and Tom couldn't think of a anything sexier.
He stood and stepped into the kitchen.
"Decide to help after all?"
"Oh yes. I definitely want to help."
"What do you want to do?" Karen's voice had become deeper, huskier.
"I want to make sure you get everything."
"Hmm. What are you going to do to help?"
Tom didn't answer. He trailed his fingers across her abdomen, and watched goose bumps pop out all over her skin. He traced a path to her breasts, and caught up to her nipples right as they puckered with the chill. He caught one, then the other, between thumb and forefinger and rolled them slowly. The chill she had gotten stayed in place, and he caressed her sides and back and ass, moving to rub her legs.
"Keep carving, my love."
"You're distracting me."
"Do it anyway."
Tom stepped behind her and laid his hands on her shoulders, massaging gently. Karen gave hums of pleasure as his hands ran along her body. He reached around her, under her arms, and cupped her breasts; squeezing them, lifting their weight. She could feel his cock pressing into her ass, and Karen subconsciously started swaying back against him.
"Carve."
"Trying."
Karen went back to scooping the pulp, and Tom brought his hands down across her hips, stroked her ass, then brought them back around to the fronts of her thighs, pulling her back against him slightly. Inch by inch his hands slid up, and finally he pressed both hands between her legs. The fingers on his hand closest to her body slipped right between her lips. She was wet. Very wet.
"Hmm, someone hasn't been concentrating on pumpkins, has she?"
"Someone else I know wouldn't have been either, had the roles been reversed." Karen smiled.
"That pumpkin has to be carved before we go to bed, so you better get going."
"Wow. That's not fair at all." Karen laughed but it turned into a moan as Tom spread her lips with one hand and stroked her clit with his fingers of the other.
Karen tried to block it out and focus. She quickly started cutting triangles for the face, but she had to admit, this pumpkin was going to look like hell. The faster she tried to cut, the worse it got. Tom's fingers had started moving faster, and her breath hitched and sped up. She was so close... she dropped the knife and clutched the edge of the table to hold herself steady. Karen whimpered and wriggled her hips against Tom's cock and his hands. Almost there... and he stopped.
"Wait, please..."
"Carve."
Karen pressed her legs together, but it was too far gone. Picking up the knife, she saw her hands were shaking. Back to making the poor jack-o-lanterns face. Tom was still behind her, but he wasn't touching her anymore. She hoped to get this sucker done so she could get into the bedroom, pronto. So concentrated was she on her task, she didn't notice Tom had disappeared. Suddenly, she felt a draft of air on the fronts of her thighs.
Karen jumped back and saw that Tom was on his hands and knees under the table.
"What in the world are you doing?"
"Nothing." He smiled.
"You're ridiculous." Karen started laughing.
Tom scooted one of the chairs out.
"Put your foot on this, please."
"Just let me finish carving this real fast, and-"
Tom cut her off. "Put your foot on here."
Karen sighed and did as she was told. Her right knee was now even with her elbow. Talk about making carving the stupid pumpkin awkward. She glanced down and Tom had scooted out from under the table, and he was moving forward. She watched as his lips made contact with her inner thigh, and a shiver ran through her.
Karen made quick work of the triangle nose before Tom's breath fanned across her pussy. She moaned, and hurriedly moved to make the mouth. She felt her husbands tongue flicking across her lips, then gasped as it darted between them, circling her clit. Her hips moved forward to increase the pressure, and Tom complied. He wrapped his arms around her legs and caught her ass in his hands, as his lips sealed around her clit. The knife clattered to the table as Karen leaned forward, whimpering as Tom started sucking and flicking his tongue across her clit at the same time.
He brought his hand around and his fingers slipped inside her, pumping slowly as he sucked. Karen's head dropped back as she panted and her hips thrust towards Tom's face. Right on the edge, Karen gasped as Tom suddenly pulled back.
"No! Dammit, Tom, please.. Oh, God.."
Tom smiled and stayed back, watching her writhe in misery. With her foot on the chair, she couldn't press her legs together, and she was literally five seconds away from an orgasm. She did the only thing she could. Her hand moved from the table, and her fingers sought her clit. She rubbed tight circles for a split second before Tom's hand lashed out and caught her wrist, jerking her hand away from her pussy.
"Pumpkin. No cheating." Tom gave her a grin to show how much he enjoyed the game.
Karen almost bared her teeth at him, her irritation and arousal were so great. She grabbed the knife and hacked away at the poor deformed pumpkin. Tom's fingers drifted up and down her slit lazily, and he never stopped on her clit for more than a few seconds. Karen's pussy was pulsing, and she could feel wetness on her thighs. Obviously her sneaky plan had back fired. The pumpkins mouth ended up being a jagged gash, but it went well with the rest of it. It looked like a 3 year old carved it. Karen was past caring.
