|Girdles are Fun|
"You can go up an change into your costume now dear. You'll be handing out the candy. Keep your wig and your foundations on." Which was perfect as it gave me an excuse to show my sweet, submissive, husband off to the neighbours.
I suppose I could have dressed him in a French Maid's outfit or as a naughty schoolgirl, but he'd look ridiculous. (Which has its place but not in semi-public.) No, I had laid out a witch's outfit complete with pointy hat and over the top witch shoes with heels and very pointy toes. Stockings of course and a semi sheer skirt and top. It was opaque enough that only people with a discerning eye would realize my dear husband was wearing a tight little girdle. The outfit was completed with a wide, corset laced black leather belt.
He came downstairs looking chagrined. But what was wonderful was that he looked distinctly feminine in a witchy sort of a way. The door bell rang and he went off to dole out the treats. Two hours later we turned off the porch light and I had him serve a bit of bubbly wine.
He had no idea what would happen next.