Caroline wanted to have a big autumnal bash. Like when she was a kid, she’d said. I had no problem with that. My girl wanted a party, so we’d have a party.

But I underestimated the power of nostalgia and what kind of shindig she had in mind. We have a fairly big backyard, and she was dead set on having “stations.”

“We can have a hot cider and/or a spiked cider station here,” she said, pointing toward the back fence. “And hay bales under the tree over here for folks to sit on.”

I nodded, going along with her process. Her pretty face was flushed pink with excitement and the chill. The weather was already nippy.

She led me toward the larger of our two sheds and said, “Here we can have pumpkin carving. Kids, adults, whoever wants to. We can prop the doors open, and people can carve in the shed or outside. Whatever they want.”

The bright fall sun was bleeding through the colorful leaves overhead, and a large swath of it splashed across her snug black shirt. The fabric was see-through in the sunlight. I could tell she wore no bra, and her nipples were erect. My dick stirred at the sight.

Caroline walked toward the smaller shed and gestured toward it, making her breasts jiggle as she explained, “This can be where we put down some plywood, and people can dance.”

“Dance?” I asked, momentarily distracted from her tits.

“I got a small band to play music,” she said, beaming.

I laughed. She really was going all-out.

“This is going to cost a lot, isn’t it?”

I wasn’t upset, just curious.

“Define a lot,” she said.

I laughed again and told her, “OK, keep going.”

She turned, and I stared at her tight little ass in her faded jeans. Her whole body seemed to sparkle with the anticipation over the upcoming party.

“Here’s where the grill master will be cooking,” she said, pointing toward another section of the yard.

“The grill master?”

“That’s you. You are my grill master.”

“Ah, got it.”

“And I’ll have a picnic table over here, set up with all the sides and desserts. Plus, we’ll have some apple bobbing and face painting and maybe a cornhole game set up for the kids over here.”

Joy was written all over Caroline’s smiling face.

I snagged her wrist and pulled her close, slow dancing to imaginary music.

“My fall harvest princess,” I said.

“Oh, stop,” she responded, smacking me lightly. But her cheeks had grown even pinker.

I stroked her waist, then made smooth circles on her lower back with my fingers. When my hands dipped down to cup her perfect ass, she laughed. Still, I continued swaying with her, humming softly, and she rocked her body fluidly.

“Hmm, are you trying to seduce me, grill master?”

“Is it working?”

She pushed herself toward me, and I felt her hard nipples poke against my chest. Her fingers tangled in my hair as she pulled my head toward hers and kissed me. At first, it was a chaste smooch, but it soon grew deeper. She slid her hand between us and ran it along the ridge of my impossibly hard cock.

She broke our lip-lock and replied, “It is indeed working.”

“Let’s go inside, so I can peel you out of that top,” I said. “I already know I don’t have to worry about a bra.”

She gasped with fake shock and said, “And how do you know that?”

“I can see right through your shirt when the sun hits it just right.”

She reared back, truly shocked this time, and said, “Oh my God! Is that true?”

I couldn’t help but laugh and confessed, “It is. But you can worry about that later.”

I pulled her along with me, and we slipped through our home’s side entrance. We didn’t make it farther than the kitchen because she grabbed me and kissed me hard. Her tongue stroked against mine as she ran her hand along the swelling crotch of my jeans.

“I’m so excited about the party,” she said softly.

I popped open her jeans and pushed my hand inside. She wore no panties, so I easily slid my fingers along her soft, wet folds. I pushed my fingers inside her pussy and thrust them deep.

“Very excited,” I whispered. I flexed my digits, and she moaned.

My needs soon got the better of me. I tugged down her jeans right then and there. I repeated the action of my fingers, plunging them inside her exposed cunt. Pulling them out, I teased her swollen clit with my juice-slickened fingers. Then I pushed my digits back inside her once more.

Caroline clutched my shoulders tightly as I resumed fucking her with my fingers. Then her mouth was on mine, and she was kissing me with passion.

“Take your clothes off,” she said.

Without another word, I yanked my T-shirt over my head and tossed it aside. That was followed by my sneakers, jeans and boxers.

Caroline took off her top, and her full breasts bounced free. Her tits were perfect, tipped with rosy nipples begging to be licked and sucked. I obliged. My tongue lavished her with languorous licks. She practically purred, and I wrapped one arm around her waist and pushed the fingers of my free hand back inside her.

“Baby,” she finally breathlessly uttered. “You need to fuck me, or I might die.”

She stripped off her boots and removed her lowered pants. Then I hiked her up onto the kitchen counter and tugged her toward the edge. She spread her thighs, revealing the pink beacon of her pussy.

Sliding my cockhead along her slippery slit, I growled with pleasure. She was spectacularly ready for me, and I slid my rod into her, savoring the sensation of her snatch engulfing me.

Her eyes slammed shut, and she bumped her hips up, eager to force my cock deeper inside her cunt. Her hands closed over my shoulders as she held me tight. She squeezed her muscles tight around my thrusting cock, and I groaned with helpless abandon.

I hauled her closer to me, and she squealed. The sound she made pushed me right to the edge. I nipped her shoulder and her neck. Her nipples seemed to grow even harder, and I felt them poking against my chest.

“Faster,” she begged in my ear, then she smacked me on the ass.

Smirking, I obliged, pounding her pussy and leaning forward until we were eye to eye and breathing fast. She gnawed at her lower lip, worrying it with her teeth as I got closer to climaxing. Her pussy was rippling around me like warm liquid, and I finally gave in to my pleasure. I came with a cry, and she followed suit. I put my head down and just stood there for a beat.

“I see you’re excited about our party, too,” she joked.

“Very excited.”

“Good — because now we’re going shopping.”

I groaned, but it was a joke. I didn’t mind one bit.

It took us an entire day to set up the backyard to Caroline’s liking. Doing things with her is always an adventure. The whole time we were working she was singing and laughing. Meanwhile, I found myself reliving our hot kitchen fuck session. The welling wanting started deep inside me, very strong, and I had to force myself to focus on the tasks she’d assigned me.

As she started on the pumpkin-carving area, I worked on hauling out some hay bales. I found myself singing along with my wife as I worked — and occasionally ogling her sweet, sweet ass.

“I see you, you know,” she said teasingly.

“See what?”

“You. Watching my butt,” she said, looking over her shoulder at me.

She’d been leaf-blowing the interior of the large shed, making sure the floor was clear.

I stuck my head inside the enclosure, looked around and told her, “Hey, this looks pretty good. We should have cleaned it up ages ago. It could be a she-shed.”

“How about a they-shed?” she teased.

“Sure thing. I’d be happy to share a shed with you.”

I stepped all the way inside, and she turned to face me. Her cheeks were rosy, and her eyes sparkled. She cupped my face in her hands and said, “Day after tomorrow!”

“Day after tomorrow,” I echoed.

Then it started to rain. Not terribly hard or terribly violent, but it was enough to make her sigh. We stood inside the shed and watched the rain coming down. The drops looked like silver twinkle lights.

“I guess we should go back to the house,” she said. “Now the hay’s gonna be all wet.”

I caught her wrist and assured her, “It’s supposed to be bright and sunny tomorrow — and breezy. Your hay will dry. This is just a light shower. It will pass as quickly as it came.”

She nodded along with me, but again sighed softly in disappointment as she stared at the drizzle.

I came in close behind her, wrapped my arms around her waist and kissed the back of her neck. She shivered, and I felt her body move against mine. Planting another kiss on that tender spot, I waited for her to shiver again. When it happened, I slid my hands up her torso until I held her breasts in my hands. I felt the hard knots of her erect nipples, even through the soft flannel of her button-down.

“I know a way to pass the time, while we wait for the rain to stop,” I whispered in her ear. Her body seemed to quiver once more, and I nipped her neck. I did the same to the other side, and she groaned softly. A close inspection of her skin showed goose bumps had sprung up near where I’d bitten her.

Letting my hand drift south, I kissed her neck again, and then I slipped my hand inside her leggings and the panties beneath. I gently cupped her mound, waiting for her to respond.

She was breathing hard, and her body seemed to be on red alert. Finally, she dropped her head back against my shoulder, and in an exasperated voice, she asked, “Are you going to touch me or what?”

Grinning, I slid a finger inside her pussy. She was warm, slick and welcoming, and I couldn’t wait to bend her over and jam my cock into her cunt. But first, I teased her some more, sliding my finger in and out of her snatch until she was pressing back against me so hard, I feared we’d both tip over.

Using her own slick juices to ease my way, I trailed my finger over her hard clit as she gasped and writhed and tried valiantly to stand still.

She failed.

I worked her clit with a light, even touch. I had one forearm wrapped around her chest, holding her against me. She clutched my arm and pleaded, “Harder. Just a little harder. And a little faster.”

I obeyed, and within moments, she was coming. A breathless exhalation marked the arrival of her climax. I couldn’t help but push a finger inside her once again to feel the hot spasms of her pussy.

Caroline had sprinkled colorful paper leaves along the table she’d set up for the pumpkin-carving station. But she swept a spot free with her hands and leaned over the table.

Arching her back, she playfully shook her ass at me. I popped open my jeans, and then yanked down her leggings and panties. I moved in close as I clutched her hips. She reached back between her spread legs and found my rod with her cool fingers. Guiding me carefully, she rubbed my cockhead along her slick slit, then up over the knot of her clitoris.

Angling herself, she pushed back and took my dick inside her pussy. She held her body still as her fingers worked her clit. Knowing she was touching herself while my cock was buried in her cunt made me crazy with lust.

I pulled back and slammed into her quickly, feeling a surge of pleasure work through my body. Her pussy gripped me impossibly tight, and I strove to hold my focus to prevent myself from coming right then and there.

Caroline pushed herself back against me, meeting every one of my thrusts with a backward motion. Her fingers skated over her pussy and occasionally brushed my balls. Sliding my hand up her back, I found her long hair and wound it around my hand. I gave it a gentle tug, and she moaned.

Tugging again, I pulled my dick free of her and teased her slit with the tip of my cock. She gasped, moving restlessly and trying to get me to reengage.

“Turn around,” I said.

She did as I demanded with the oversized flannel shirt hanging loose around the tops of her thighs. I unbuttoned her top slowly, knowing she was all charged up. The flannel fell open, exposing her bare tits. I touched her gently, making her wiggle with restless energy. I pinched one pink nipple, pressing hard enough to make her hiss, and then did the same with the other.

She licked her lips and stared at me. Her eyes seemed to glitter in the gloom of the shed.

“Do you want it?” I asked. She nodded. “Do you want me?” Another nod. “On your knees,” I ordered.

She got down on the shed floor and parted her plump lips. I pushed my cock between them and felt it slide against her tongue. I only stopped advancing when I felt my crown bump the back of her throat. Her watering eyes sparkled with unshed tears. But she breathed in deeply through her nose and drew on me with a force I wasn’t expecting.

I rode the waves of my pleasure as she tended to my cock. She licked up one side, then down the other before repeating the entire process. She licked circles around my crown and sucked on it softly. Wanting more, I put my hand on the back of her head and once again guided her down the length of my dick until her lips brushed my root.

She pulled back, and her hand gripped me tightly, working my shaft as she lavished lazy licks on my crown.

Just as I thought I’d explode across her tongue, I eased away and told her, “Stand up.”

Her expression made her look as if she was slightly stunned or drunk. She stood, with her cheeks flushed and her mussed hair wild around her face.

I drew her in and kissed her, wrapping one arm around her waist as the other wandered down to plunge two fingers into her hot depths. She arched against me, nipped at my tongue and showed me with her body how badly she wanted to screw.

Steadily falling raindrops tapped the shed window and the roof. Thunder rumbled in the distance, but she paid it no mind.

I worked her pussy until she was gasping into my mouth and her cunt rippled around my fingers with another orgasm.

She was still in the throes of her climax when I turned her to face the wall of the shed. She braced her hands against it as I tugged her hips back, then I slammed into her with a quick, eager thrust.

Our bodies moved together. We were so close there was barely any space between us. I fucked her with short, swift jerks of my hips. I reached around and cupped her breasts with my hands as I plowed her.

“Christ, I’m going to fucking come,” I gasped in her ear.

“Me, too,” she panted. “Me, too. I’m so, so close.”

Outside, thunder rumbled once more, and there was a bright flash of lightning. She squealed, and her cunt pulsed around my cock. The excitement of the moment, the spontaneity of it, the fucking coziness of the whole scene was arousing. Just us in the shed, illuminated by a dim camping light, and surrounded by the scent of hay and rain.

I once more felt her working her clit. Her channel grew even tighter around me, and she groaned, “I’m coming! I’m coming!”

The wet rippling of her pussy around my driving shaft was intoxicating. I gave in to my own pleasure and held her fast as the beginning of the end hit me hard and fast.

I buried my face against her neck as I gave her my final thrusts. I pounded her as deep and hard as I could, feeling every inch of her gripping me tight.

When I climaxed, my whole body shivered. I let go fully, my entire being going loose with exhaustion.

There was another rumble, which was quickly followed by flash of lightning across the sky.

We pulled apart, and she kissed me hungrily with her fingers ruffling my hair.

“That was amazing,” she said. “But it’s still raining, you big fat liar.”

I buttoned my jeans and went to the doorway, then I grabbed her arm and tugged her close. “Now look, see that?” I pointed to the horizon.

“Yeah.”

“It’s the sun. This will be over in a minute.”

“So you’re the grill master and the weather wizard,” she said, laughing.

Suddenly, the sky brightened and the rain slowed perceptibly. I grinned at my wife. She looked so cute with her flushed cheeks, mussed hair and misbuttoned shirt. I wanted to fuck her all over again.

I had a feeling our autumn harvest games were going to become an annual tradition.