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Halloween was his favorite day in the whole year.

The jack-o-lantern he'd carved grinned out the window. Its reflection was the brightest light in the living room, and he'd even put a low-watt bulb in the porch light.

He peeked around the door to count the ghosts or pirates climbing up to their porch. He grabbed up two wrapped Reese's Peanut Butter Cups apiece and knelt behind the door.

When the bell rang, he slid the door open wider and stuck out his long arm. Waiting until he felt the edge of a bag under his wrist, he dropped the candy. Then he repeated the process twice more.

"Painting your arm was too much," she said. "And where is my candy?" He always overbought for Halloween, but he was thoughtful enough to buy her favorite. She was going to add five pounds in the next three days.

"It's only food coloring. It will wash right off." He took one wrapped cup from his stash and started to hand it to her. "I have to drop it in a bag." He pulled her blouse out with his right hand and dropped the candy from the dyed one. She saw right then that she should change from her office clothes. She had her own plans for this night. He would stay close to the door and answer every ring of the doorbell. She didn't mind; it was a subtler form of bondage.

By the time she was back dressed in one of his old shirts and an old skirt, another crew was at the door. "It's green!" a voice screamed from the porch. It sounded like a mother, rather than a child. There were shrieks of laughter and then a clatter of small shoes on the steps.

"See?" he asked. Somebody had noticed his green arm. He, she knew, was sure that one response was worth the time, the effort, the green-spotted towels. And that poor woman, expecting something else, seeing the green arm extending towards her in the near-dark.

He drew the shirt's neckline away from her body. "Don't want to drop these on anything delicate," he said. His left hand touched her breast before he dropped the candy. He brushed her nipple on the way up.

"If any of that gets on my breast . . ." she threatened. Still, the touch stiffened that nipple.

"It's only *food* coloring. I'll be glad to lick it off." He pulled her into a kiss. They were so lost in each other that neither heard the steps on the stairs. They jumped at the bell.

She pulled the shirt halfway out of the skirt band, reached in and got the candy. She nibbled her Peanut Butter Cup while planning her next move.

Several groups came one after the other. When she came back for her next candy, he held her neckline with his right hand and reached his green hand under her skirt to pull the hem of the shirt down. He stroked her thighs and even the wet spot of her panties. Only then did he place another piece of candy in her shirt, stroking her breasts on the way in and on the way out.

Sounds on the porch proclaimed a large group. She left him, dropping her newest treat on the kitchen table and her panties on the chair. She headed out the back door. The cool air with a threat of rain made her shiver, sneaking under her skirt and through the shirt. The groups coming up the walk now were hurrying to beat the rain. She gave way to the last arrivals, and soon was alone on the porch. She rang the bell.

The green hand groped forwards, offering the candy. She lifted her skirt and stepped over it. Instead of a bag, he felt flesh. He moved his hand in the other direction and felt more flesh. Raising his hand trapped it in the juncture of her thighs. He dropped the candy and turned his hand upwards. He cupped her dripping pussy, playing with the outer labia. "Mrs. Jones," he called softly. "Or is it Mrs. Brown? I think you are missing one piece of your costume."

Somebody turned in their gate, braving the rain that was beginning to fall. She stepped back, squatted for the dropped candy, and escaped around the house without looking at them. Visibility was poor anyway.

"Well," he said after those visitors had scuttled away in the now-heavy rain. "If you have a green cunt, it's your own fault."

"I don't know what you mean. Did I hear you out here talking to Mrs. Jones? It violates the whole spirit of Halloween to identify someone who is in costume."

"I should know your pussy, after all the time I spend playing with it. Anyway, you got caught in the rain out there. Your hair's wet."

"And whose else do you play with that you can make the comparison?" she asked.

He held up another piece of candy in his right hand. "Come here and get it." He kept hold of it while snaking his left arm under her skirt. "Yep. That was you all right. How many of the neighbors saw you?"

"Nobody. They may have seen you groping some woman on the front porch, but that's another story."

"Think anybody else is coming?"

"No," she said. "It's a dreary rain. No thunder or lightning, but much too hard to ignore. She moved away from him to turn off the porch light. "Wash that arm before you come to bed."

While she listened to the water run in the sink, she wondered why he didn't just take a shower. She was ready for him, after the teasing and the groping. She couldn't believe that he wasn't ready for her, as well.

When he flipped back the blankets from his side of the bed, he was wearing a towel wrapped around his waist. Yanking the knot loose, she reached for his cock.

She was already touching it when she saw that it was green.