They do this every year at Hallowe'en since marrying four years ago. Being the 1950s no one would suspect for a moment the fun they had behind closed doors in their white picket fenced house in the suburbs.
Helen would be at home and her husband Alex would be at the office. At 4:00 he would leave the office, dressed in a Hallowe'en costume and make the 15 minute drive home, and they would have some very adult fun before the trick or treaters started to show up. She, at the same time, would be readying herself for their private trick or treat. They both relished in the idea of two "strangers" engaging in a brief passionate encounter.
She had a friend who worked at a hotel and she managed to sneak a maid's uniform out of storage and give it to Helen. She never asked Helen why she wanted it, but Helen had a feeling she knew well enough and was being discrete. Helen made a few adjustments to the uniform, shortening the hem significantly and lowering the neck line even more so. The hemline now barely touched the top of stockings if worn with the uniform and the plunging neckline covered merely half of her breasts.
She slipped into the uniform, wearing lacy bra, silk stocking and garters, and the smallest and sheerest panties she could find in the "intimates" section of the new ladies store downtown. She checked her make up in the mirror one last time and already felt the tingles between her legs begin.
They didn't have much time as the kids would start ringing their doorbell by 5:00. The urgency always made it that much more exciting for her. Right on cue, the doorbell rang and she ran to it, her heart racing.
There he stood, The Headless Horseman. Dressed all in black, a black cape tied around his forehead with a bright red ribbon. His face concealed with a black gaiter and his hands in black leather gloves. Her heart skipped a beat at the sight of him.
"I was just straightening up the house for you," she said, motioning for him to come in.
Silently he walked in to the living room. His leather boots making loud, clunking noise on the floor as he walked.
"Let me get you a drink," she offered.
He shook his head no and she realized he couldn't drink wearing that outfit.
"Of course. I'm sorry, I should have realized," she said. "I just have a few things to clean up in the kitchen and then I can sit with you."
Without speaking a word, he waved her off into the kitchen.
She turned and walked slowly to the kitchen. He watched her from behind. Her long stockinged legs and the hint of a garter under the short hem of her uniform had him growing in his pants. He followed her into the kitchen moments later.
