After months on deployment, I was grateful to come home to my wife in a skimpy She-Devil costume, a jack-o-lantern glimmering in the window of the dark living room. In the pumpkin's flickering candlelight, I squinted to bring her into focus to see that her breasts were inexplicably larger, and her ass shapelier than before. As she beckoned to me from the bedroom, my cock painfully strained against my uniform seeing everything but her plastic horns discarded in the hallway.

It was then that I noticed the dying Jack-o-lantern's odd pulse.

Morse code?

L.-..E.A.-V...-E.

THAT-.... .--ISN'T.....-. .----.-YOUR-.-----..-.-.WIFE.-- .. ..-. .