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.
