The Halloween sex party invite said a pumpkin must be part of your attire.

Mine my mask. My wife’s painted on her bare bottom, her sister's idea.

Cock in hand, I lasciviously look for her.

In front of me, an orgy of naked bodies, probing, moaning; copulating.

My wife's long red hair in the middle, her painted pumpkin winking at me; inviting me in.

I grab her hips. My erect cock slides through the grease paint, straight into her pumpkin pie.

Her pumpkin mask has slipped.

Eek'. It is Halloween.

It's not my wife; it’s my wife's sister!