His entire evening of searching had been fruitless. Although he had questioned a lot of people and seen many women dressed as witches, he had never found even one party where Téa had been. Gritting his teeth in frustration, he angrily unbuckled his belt and threw it and the dangling props violently into the closet before slamming the door. He stood in the foyer, breathing hard, fighting off the despair. So much for love, he thought. Delgado runs out on me the first time I disappoint her. Deciding he needed a drink badly, Todd wandered into the living room.

To his surprise, the jack-o-lanterns were still glowing, along with several dozen candles, which had obviously been burning for a while. The fire crackled cheerfully and there was a bottle of champagne sitting unopened in a cooler full of melted ice. He jumped at a soft noise behind him, and turned around.

Téa was there, hanging back in the doorway to the kitchen. She still wore the witch’s dress, but she had removed the fake nose, garish make-up and fright wig. Instead, she wore a simple black sequined mask across her eyes. From the glow of the firelight, Todd could see unshed tears glinting there. She gasped as she approached, clearly surprised by his appearance.

“Todd?” she asked in confusion. “You…you look so different,” she stammered, staring him up and down. She came closer, examining his body in the tight leather costume. Her nostrils flared slightly and her mouth hung open as she struggled to control her breathing. Slowly, she reached out a hand to caress his taut, leather-covered chest. “You wore a costume after all.”

Quick as a snake, Todd reached out and grabbed both her wrists, forcing her body up against his. “Where have you been, Delgado?” he spat, looking fierce. “I’ve been making a fool out of myself all over town looking for you!” Téa looked confused, then angry at his accusatory tone.

“I’ve been right here, Todd,” she answered with flashing eyes. Todd stared in disbelief, loosening his grip on her slightly.

“But Andrew said you were going to a party,” he said doubtfully.

Téa snorted. “That’s right, Todd. A private party—just for the two of us. I didn’t want to share the details with Andrew. I thought you’d be here pouting, but instead I find an empty apartment. Where have you been? I called your cell phone at least ten times.”

Todd looked sheepish. “I didn’t take it.” He glanced disdainfully at his leather outfit. “There’s no pockets in this thing.” His stance softened perceptibly and his hands began to gently caress her forearms. “I was out looking for you, Delgado. I wanted to surprise you.” Téa drew her breath in sharply.

“Trust me, you did,” she purred, licking along her bottom lip.

“I…I thought you’d left me,” said Todd in a low voice, dropping his eyes to Téa’s cleavage.

Pulling her hands away from his grip, she wrapped her arms around his back, feeling the smoothness of the leather vest. Her eyes glowed behind the mask, reminding Todd of a cat. “I’m not going anywhere,” she whispered, “especially when you look like this.” Standing on tiptoes, she claimed his lips with her own. Todd returned the kiss, holding the back of her head with his strong hand. He pulled away.

“Doesn’t this costume scare you? Repel you?” he asked huskily.

“Do I look repelled?” she asked, her eyes even brighter.

“This is stupid,” said Todd, reaching for his cowl. Téa suddenly grabbed his hand.

“No, leave it on, Amor,” she said. Todd hesitated for a moment, until Téa gently began to stroke her fingers along his leather-covered face. With a deep groan, he grabbed her roughly, pulling her toward him for another kiss. This time, he thrust his tongue deep into her mouth. She responded, groaning and practically melting in his arms.

“You know Delgado,” said Todd when they had both come up for air. “You don’t look so bad yourself.” He reached out a finger and gently ran it over the tops of her breasts. His fingers twitched at the laces holding the bodice of her costume together. Seeing the invitation in her eyes, he slowly pulled one of the strings, untying it. Breathing hard, he used both hands to separate the front of her gown. Growing impatient, he slid the garment down her shoulders as he moved his mouth to the creamy flesh of her exposed neck. Téa gasped, throwing her head back at the sensations of his goatee prickling her skin. With a final tug, the entire witch’s dress fell to the floor, lying in a puddle at Téa’s feet. Todd stepped back, his eyes wide under the leather mask.

Téa wore a black lace bustier, matching panties, and a garter belt with sheer black stockings. For a long moment, Todd merely stared at her, drinking in the sight of his wife in the provocative lingerie and sequined mask. Téa’s eyes fell to the front of his pants, where the tight leather left no doubt of his desire for her. Then with a strangled cry, Todd grabbed for her, running his hands over every curve of her body, and searing her skin with his burning lips. Téa matched his urgency, ripping at the fastenings of his vest, tearing it open to run her hands over the soft hair and teasing his nipples with her teeth. Grabbing her shoulders, Todd pulled her away from him and quickly turned her around. It only took a moment for him to unhook the back of the bustier. The undergarment slid to the floor unheeded.

Pressing Téa’s back to his chest, Todd reached up and began to pull and twist her nipples into taut little peaks of desire. She arched against him, groaning as she brought both of her arms up to stroke his head. When he lowered one of his hands to caress between her legs, she melted with passion. She could feel his erection pressing urgently into her back, and she dropped to her knees and turned around. She unzipped his pants and gently pushed his briefs down, releasing his shaft from its confinement. He moaned as she took it into her mouth, sucking and licking it as her hands fondled his tight buttocks through the leather trousers. He trembled, whispering her name as he played with her hair. Téa worked her hands inside his pants and began to push them over his hips. Todd pulled away abruptly, shuddering for a moment with suppressed passion. After he had himself under control, he treated his wife to a little strip tease, wriggling and gyrating wildly as he labored to free himself from the tight leather. Soon, he was naked, except for the leather mask. He fell to his knees next to Téa and kissed her deeply.

They collapsed together to the soft rug before the fire. Todd positioned Téa on her back with her knees up, then roughly yanked at her panties. His fingers stroked along the sensitive flesh of her upper thighs, just above her stockings. Growing bolder, he moved to the nest of curls between her legs, probing deep inside of her, driving her to the point of ecstasy. When she thought she couldn’t take any more, he drove her further. Lowering his warm mouth to her secret place, he sucked the little nub of flesh and used his tongue to tease her beyond endurance. Téa writhed and moaned, using her hands to touch the smooth leather of Todd’s cowl as he lay between her legs. Finally, she yanked his head away, breathing raggedly.

Todd let her rest a moment, touching her gently as he carefully unhooked each stocking from its garter and sensuously rolled them down her legs. Finally, he unfastened the garter belt and stripped it away. Two pairs of eyes locked through the eyeholes on their masks. They both knew that the moment of truth had arrived. Ever so slowly, Todd crawled up between Téa’s legs. He held himself over her for a moment, their faces inches apart. Then with a massive thrust, he plunged himself inside of her. She arched back, clawing at him as she almost lost control of her senses. Hooking her heels behind his back, she held on as he pounded into her very core. Being so close to the edge, Téa didn’t last long, throwing her head back as the wave of rapture engulfed her, screaming out Todd’s name with an intensity worthy of any Halloween ghoul. A moment later he exploded inside her, uttering a cry of ecstasy to match her own.

A short while later, they lay naked in each other’s arms before the fire, enjoying the afterglow of their lovemaking. They still wore the masks. Todd propped himself up on one arm, using his free hand to play with one of Téa’s nipples. He watched in fascination as it stood to attention. Stretching like a lazy cat, Téa grinned up at him. He leaned down for a light kiss. “You are a witch, Delgado,” he growled. “You’ve put a spell on me!”

“Oh yeah?” she purred. “Well you slay me, Mr. Executioner.” They chuckled at the bad puns, then things got serious. What was it about this man, wondered Téa. It was hours past midnight, she had just had one of the most mind-blowing orgasms of her life, and yet with one touch he had her wanting more….and more.

Todd leaned over to whisper in her ear. “Trick or Treat, Delgado?” he mumbled, nuzzling her.

“Oh, I think I’ll leave that up to you, Todd,” she said with a mysterious smile. Their eyes locked, followed by their lips, and soon words were no longer necessary.

THE END