Emily's Backup Halloween Costume!
By LuckyDave1066

Being least covered gal at a Halloween party wasn't her plan.

"Here? Now? Really?" Emily asked, shocked at her husband's suggestion.

"Why not here and now, given your other options?" Paul asked, fully expecting his wife to reply to his seemingly casual question with a number of very sensible reasons, possibly adding a gentle punch to his right arm to be sure he got the message.

"Why not here?" Emily thought, going out of her way to consider husband's suggestion. In practically no time she thought of at least a half dozen good arguments against doing as he proposed, based only on their current location. As for the time, they both knew there wouldn't be any reason for them to be driving along this particular country road at any other time.

"If you'd just changed at your office we'd have been a few minutes late at worst." Paul reminded her. "I don't know why you insisted on going out of our way to get dressed at home."

Beginning to get angry, Emily replied tersely, "I wasn't expecting there to be a six car pileup blocking the highway, was I?" Though she was getting more stressed by the minute, she was thankful their car wasn't one of the wrecks she'd seen being towed away. They sat still for more than an hour waiting for the road to be cleared and assorted bits of debris swept away. She could think of little but how and where she'd be able to get out of her work clothes and into the outfit she'd chosen for the party.

As they sat helplessly waiting for the road ahead of them to be opened, Emily knew her options were steadily getting worse, with backtracking to either her workplace or their home effectively meaning giving up entirely on making it to the party. Eventually her choices seemed to have dwindled to a single, awkward one; having to ask Sandra, their hostess, for a place to change, with the party well underway.

Even when Emily wasn't asking Sandra for a favor, she'd often felt like Sandra was just tolerating her. She certainly never bothered to even pretend to be interested in Emily. Emily never understood what she might have done or failed to do to earn Sandra's disdain, but since she only had to see her once or twice a year, and then only because Paul was a valued employee of Keith, Sandra's husband, Emily didn't worry about it much.

Even though she'd given up on understanding Sandra's dislike of her several years ago, the prospect of showing up extremely late, clearly not dressed for the party, and immediately asking for a favor made Emily cringe. This party was an annual event, with over one hundred guests, making it extremely unlikely she'd be able to find any private space where she could change her clothes without help from the already busy Sandra or Keith.

As unpleasant as arriving in completely the wrong type of clothing and having to ask for a favor promised to be, Paul's suggestion had the potential to be at least as embarrassing.

Yes, they were almost a quarter mile from the long driveway at Keith and Sandra's property, with no other houses on this stretch of road, winding through a dense forest!

Yes, it didn't seem likely anyone would be arriving as late as they were, or leaving this early!

Yes, she grudgingly admitted to herself, given the tight space inside their car it would be less awkward physically to get changed at the side the road, using the car to shield her from view in the unlikely event someone did come by while she was changing!

The oddly sensible arguments for Emily to get into her party ensemble at the side of the road had to overcome a single but compelling argument against doing as Paul proposed; it would necessarily have her briefly standing at the side of the road completely in the nude! In her mind she went through the the details of what parts of her body would need to be uncovered, in what order, between the removal of her work clothes and putting on her party outfit. She wasn't sure how to estimate the time required; as jittery as she was just thinking about going through with Paul's idea, she was sure actually doing it would make her even slower!

Surprised that Emily hadn't answered his question, and not wanting to kill whatever slight possibility there was that she might actually step out of their car to use their current location as an open air dressing room, Paul pulled over to the side of the road. He knew there was no chance she'd get naked, inside the car or standing beside it, if he went as far as the open space in front of Deidre and Keith's house.

The trees lining the road they were now parked on gave way there to small shrubs and a large grass yard well before reaching the driveway, so the slim chance that he would even briefly be able to see her in the nude, bathed in moonlight, was sure to disappear if he drove too far.

Paul's interest in seeing her undressing there on the pavement was only very slightly related to the practical advantages of changing out in the open. He was, as she well knew, proposing she strip out on the road because the idea excited him. As he waited, fully expecting to be told to keep going and park near the house, Emily toyed with him for a long minute, withholding the obvious answer, teasing him a bit for even suggesting such a thing! As she held him in suspense, it occurred to her that she was glad to still be desired.

As she paused to let Paul believe, Emily thought back to how an earlier version of herself might have responded to her husband's suggestion. "Not really the same thing," she thought, "most of our fooling around that way happened, when we were newlyweds! Or even earlier, around when we became engaged." She remembered various tomfoolery back then; assorted moonings, boob flashes, late night skinny dipping in hotel pools, some of which she'd practically forgotten. "That all seemed to make more sense at 22 years old than it does now, at 39."

Surprised at how much her memories felt like someone else's story, Emily tried to remember when the daring young adult had morphed into the cautious woman cruising toward middle age. "It probably wasn't any one thing,"she thought, "getting an actual career type job, a mortgage, being known in our community, having kids, generally having a lot more to lose now than that 18 to 22 year old chick did!"

Paul had been married to Emily long enough to recognize the look of concentration on her face; he figured at best he was likely to be mildly scolded, and at worst, he decided not to think of the possibilities if she took offense at his suggestion. He stayed quiet.

Emily was surprised to find herself actually envying her younger self a bit, at least her younger self's lack of responsibilities. It occurred to her that while she'd probably never be as carefree as she was two decades ago, she and Paul were at an interesting point in their lives. Many things about their lives were changing, seemingly all at once, but the changes were good!

Although he hadn't given Keith his notice yet, Paul had accepted a great job offer several states away, and she was sure she'd also have one in their new city very soon if her most recent interview was any indication. Having grown up in Georgia, she was looking forward to moving back south after a couple of decades in the northeast.

Jason and Jack, their twin boys, were away at their first year in college, with most of their expenses covered by scholarships.

Their realtor had assured them that in the current market they would clear enough from the sale of their house to make purchasing one in their new area easy.

Emily suddenly realized what her 22 year old self hadn't; life was unpredictable, and hers right now might be as full of options as it was likely to be at any point in her future! "Why not indeed," she thought, "I doubt anyone will come by in the couple minutes I'll be showing anything, and if I see any headlights heading this way I'll just jump back into the car! It's certainly safer than some of the things we got up to when we were younger!"

She turned to give Paul a quick kiss, then opened her door and stepped out into the crisp October air. "Turn the lights off," she told him, "and roll the windows down so I can put my work clothes in where I can reach them quickly if I need to!" He was speechless, but nodded and did as she requested.

She began unbuttoning her blouse, working her way from top to bottom, then slipping out of the long sleeved gray silk top. She tossed it onto the back seat and moved on to unbuttoning and unzipping the zipper at her hip. The black slacks needed just a slight tug at the opposite hip to slip down past her ass; not wanting the garment to fall to the ground, she leaned back on the side of the car to steady herself while she slid her shoes off and and tucked her socks neatly in the the black loafers. She dropped her shoes on the floor of the car's back seat, then finally finished removing her slacks, folding them and setting them on top of her blouse.

Standing on the shoulder of a country road, wearing only her mismatched, nothing special going on today bra and panties, Emily laughed nervously at the idea that the random nature of her lingerie wasn't really any more of an issue than it had been that morning; she hadn't expected anyone to see any of it, and since it was all about to join the rest of her outfit on the backseat, nobody would! "Unless somebody drives by in the next minute or so," she thought, looking in both directions for any sign of other vehicles.

Neither seeing nor hearing any hint of other activity, Emily overcame the shivering that'd begun back when she unfastened the first button on her blouse, pulling the shoulder straps of her plain beige T-shirt bra down and pulling her arms free. She then pulled the padded cups down, her breathing getting jagged as her boobs popped into view. All that was left to get herself topless was to slide the band around and release the hooks holding the bra together. Just a few seconds later she reached in the car and dropped her bra on top of the little pile of garments she'd been wearing a few minutes ago!

Her clothing now down to some plain cotton panties, fairly generic but in a pretty robin's egg blue, Emily had a moment of doubt about stripping off this small final barrier between her and the world. "What the hell am I doing?" she asked herself, "Beside giving myself a heart attack," she wondered, guessing her pulse was at least as high as it ever had been in her spinning classes!

Emily had no illusions about which version of her would draw more interest, the one in Paul's memory or the considerably older woman quivering next to their car. She was her own worst critic, seeing every flaw in her body every time she caught sight of herself in a full length mirror as she stepped out of the shower. Any fair observer would say she looked fantastic clothed or naked. She didn't have unlimited time to get to a gym regularly, but biked, ran or did some form of exercise regularly enough to pass for far fewer than her 39 years.

As harshly as she judged her appearance when naked, at a pretty fit 115 pounds on her 5'-5" frame, she was confident enough wearing clothes many women a decade younger than her had given up wearing; short skirts, bikinis, form fitting yoga pants were frequent choices for any day not involving attending events at her sons's school. Though her breasts weren't quite as firm as they'd been before she'd breastfed two babies, she actually wore the same 34C size bras she had when they were first married. Paul complimented her on her appearance all the time, and she caught other men ogling her often enough to believe he was being sincere.

Now wearing next to nothing, Emily was finding there was a big difference in how it felt to wear somewhat flashy clothes on a date night out and being out in the open so close to wearing no clothes at all! A long wolf whistle from Paul, and the realization that the quickest way to get back to being dressed was to get, at least briefly, naked, got her moving. She hooked her thumbs into the waistband of her panties, took a deep breath, and quickly pulled the tiny bit of cloth down to her knees. She let the light blue panties drop the rest of the way to settle on her feet on their own, slipping her left foot out and kicking them away with her right foot! Seeing her undies settle into a muddy ditch she told herself, "Oh well, they were about ready to be retired anyway!"

Leaning on the window opening of the passenger door, her upper body glowing in the map lights Paul had just turned on, Emily asked her horny husband, "So, did you think I'd actually do it?"

"Not really, to be honest, but I'm sure glad I made the suggestion!" he said.

"I almost just said no, but I'm glad I didn't," Emily said, standing on tiptoes so she could lean a bit further into the car.

Paul recognized her movement and leaned over to give her a kiss. She returned the kiss, and made it deeper. He reached over to cup her breasts, and was rewarded with a low moan from her. He was about to tell her he'd meet her in the backseat when she pulled away, all the way back out of the car, telling him, "I've gotta admit, making out with you, nude at the side of the road, is fucking hot! It's easily the most exciting thing we've done in years, but if you want to get any further with me we're going to have to find somewhere a bit more comfortable!"

"We should probably at least put in an appearance at the party," Paul said, "maybe even find someplace quiet in that huge house where we can continue this conversation!"

Emily didn't say yes to her husband's latest risque suggestion, but she didn't exactly rule it out, simply saying, "we can talk about that when I'm not so naked!" She opened the passenger side back door and scooped up her discarded clothing, then headed to the rear of the car and told him to pop the trunk. He did as she requested, watching in the rear view mirror as she dropped her workday clothing in the trunk, then reached in and pulled out something wrapped in a towel. Seeing her take a blonde wig out of the bundle and put the first piece of her outfit for the party on, he suddenly got an idea of how to keep her riding on the wave of risk fueled excitement they both were enjoying.

After checking to be sure she was clear of the car, Paul put the gearshift lever in drive and tapped the gas pedal, just enough to scoot forward 40 feet or so. What seemed like a short distance to him felt like a vast gap to Emily, who was still standing where their car had been a few seconds ago. "Getting naked right next to the car, where I could hide behind it or just jump inside was scary enough," she thought, "but now I've got no place to hide at all!" She trotted toward the car, cursing Paul out all the way, but also beginning to giggle, saying, "Fuck me, how can I be angry, laughing, and getting wet, all at the same time?"

As near as Paul could tell looking back at Emily hurrying toward him, she appeared to be laughing, so when she had almost reached his new location, he pressed the button to close the trunk and hit the gas again, this time advancing something like 150 feet down the road, completely passing Sandra and Keith's place! She thought briefly about trying to chase after him again, but her shoeless feet were already hurting from her relatively short trot on the road. She quickly recognized that his little stunt had created a bigger problem; by chasing after him as much as she had already, she'd moved beyond the densely treed area next to Sandra and Keith's property, giving anyone there who happened to look toward the road, a clear, if fairly dark view of her naked body!

Quickly hustling back toward the cover provided by the trees, Emily watched for any sign the partygoers milling around a fire pit in front of the house had noticed a naked woman with a blonde ponytail emerge from the treeline, only to stop short and retreat. Peering through the trees she watched for a minute before deciding she was at least temporarily safe from that particular variety of humiliation. She paused at the side of the road to try to figure out a way out of the mess she'd put herself in, and also looked around for somewhere to hide if any cars happened to come along.

Emily tracked down the towel she'd wrapped her blonde wig in to help it dry out after washing it to get the cigarette smell out. The wig and the towel were the only things she'd managed to get out of the trunk before Paul had taken off. Everything else needed to transform her into a good copy of the Saint Pauli girl as featured in that beer brand's advertising was out of reach in the trunk of their car. The wig wasn't exactly like the model's hair, but it was way closer than her own short blonde hair was. Even if her towel hadn't been damp, it was in no way a fitting substitute for the outfit Emily had painstakingly assembled to make herself into the Saint Pauli girl at the Halloween party!

Unable to get her costume on until Paul stopped messing around with her, and unwilling to risk being seen walking along the road in the nude to get to his latest location, Emily did what she could to let him know he needed to come back to her, immediately! Not even bothering to listen for any other vehicles running nearby, she strode to the middle of the road and assumed her best "Wonder Woman power pose"; chin up, chest out, feet spaced at shoulder width, hands on hips. The moonlight made her pale skin practically glow, bright enough for Paul to be able to read her body language, loud and clear!

Seeing the car's back up lights come on, Emily said to herself, "that's right, come to Mama!" Her satisfaction with herself for making Paul do as she asked without uttering a single word was short lived; she was horrified to see a pickup truck back out of a gap in the trees, just in time to crash into their car! She stood still a moment, stunned, then began to run towards Paul, who opened his door, got out, and seeing Emily approaching, motioned for her to stop before the other driver got out of his truck. Already pretty sure neither he nor the driver of the pickup were injured, he waved to her, signaling that she should go back beyond Sandra and Keith's place.

Paul and the other driver exchanged license and insurance information, and the other driver went on his way, his truck barely scratched. Paul wasn't as lucky; their car's passenger side rear wheel and back corner were damaged, making the car undrivable. Making matters worse, the rear quarter damage had jammed the trunk cover. He tried everything he could to pry it open to get Emily something to wear, but soon realized that without power tools the trunk just couldn't be opened. He sprinted to join Emily, apologizing for leaving her in this predicament and explaining why he hadn't brought anything for her to wear.

Emily was relieved he wasn't hurt, and thanked him for being the one to dash past the party so she didn't have to be exposed.

"It just made sense," he said, "I know I look ridiculous in this, but at least I'm not completely naked!"

"Pretty close," Emily chuckled, "Even oversized as it is, your diaper puts most of you on display!"

"Yeah, to be honest I was pretty nervous about wearing such a skimpy costume!" he said.

"I was surprised when you told me what you were planning," she replied. "it inspired me to alter my costume to be a bit more daring!"

"I was looking forward to seeing you in it, but it's hard to imagine it being any more daring than your current look!" he laughed, "you'd be quite the sensation if you were to show up in the party like this!"

"Sorry, dude, when I said 'a bit more daring' I just meant making the skirt a few inches shorter! If you think I'm going in to the party like this, well, dream on," she laughed, "not gonna happen! But I have to admit, that first time you drove off, leaving me standing there naked, that was kind of a hot surprise! The second time, not so much!"

"I should go call a tow truck and I'll need to wait for it," he said, "will you be okay on your own?"

"Yeah, I'll probably hide out here in the woods until you get back," she replied, "though if I can get the towel to cover me adequately I might go in to the party. I could use a drink or two!"

"Okay, I'll be back as soon as I can," he said hugging her tightly and giving her a long kiss before leaving.

A few minutes after she said goodbye to Paul, Emily tried to find an acceptable way of wrapping herself with the towel, but eventually she gave up; deciding to go with the least outrageous arrangement, she wrapped it around herself in the usual way, with the long edge horizontal, which left a three or four inch gap between the two ends! The vertical dimension could barely cover both her butt and enough of her breasts to hide her nipples!

After a few minutes spent trying to verify exactly what the towel would and wouldn't cover, Emily was more or less satisfied that it could work if she needed it to, and if she was careful. "I guess I can get away with it if I make sure to hold down the two loose edges with an arm AND the gap only shows my side, rib cage down to the side of my hip, AND I'm careful to hold it in place," she thought, "AND if I'm not careful it'll be obvious as hell what I'm NOT wearing underneath!" She shuddered as she thought about what she'd be showing if she let her arm slip, even slightly!

Emily watched from behind a large tree when the tow truck arrived and saw their car being winched up on to the truck's flatbed. She exchanged waves with Paul as he climbed in the truck's cab. She wasn't sure how to feel about him leaving her there, but was also relieved to not be riding with the driver stark naked! Now totally on her own, after a while making the best of it at the party in her towel began to seem more sensible than hanging out naked on the road.

Despite all her towel testing, Emily was quivering almost the moment she turned off the road and headed down the driveway. There weren't very many people hanging out on the patio in front of the house, but every head turned to study Emily and her costume, not helping settle her nerves, but not making her stop either! She reached the entry door leading into the great room and paused for a moment. She knew from previous experience at previous Halloween parties there that there would be many, many more people beyond the door she was about to open, in no small part due to the large bar at the back wall of this room!

"Dozens more people crammed in together, jostling their way to or from the bar, more than a few drunk already," Emily thought to herself as she stepped inside, "maybe this isn't where I want to be right now!"

She was about to retreat to her hiding place at the road when two things which might make her awkward presence more tolerable happened; A waitress carrying two trays loaded with champagne flutes paused in front of Emily, saving her from having to make a risky trip to the bar. Emily gratefully accepted a flute with her free hand, but when the waitress stayed, offering a second one, Emily leaned over to make herself heard over the music, telling the server, "Thanks, but I really can't handle two at the same time!" She angled her head to show the waitress why she couldn't accept the second glass.

The waitress studied Emily's right side, her towel, and the gap between edges of the towel, quickly understanding the critical need for her right arm to hold its position. "I think we can work something out," the waitress said. She condensed the remaining glasses on her two trays onto one, then stacked the full tray on the empty one. With her newly freed hand, she took a glass and pushed it into Emily's right hand, pinned at her side by the need to keep her right arm holding the edges of her towel in place, but able to grasp the stem of the glass.

"Thanks," Emily shouted, "but hang on a second." Emily drained the glass in her left hand and grabbed another one to take its place. The waitress smiled and gave Emily a thumbs up before continuing on her way.

The second thing making Emily more comfortable was bumping into a friend; Allie and Emily had seen each other several times a week when their kids were involved in the same activities; they didn't have soccer games to bring them together any more but still managed to meet a few times a month for coffee. Emily was relieved to see Allie; she knew a few of Paul's friends from work were likely to be there, but she didn't know any of them all that well, especially with many of them wearing masks.

"Going for the 'sexiest costume' prize this year I see?" Allie asked, and laughed as she studied what there was of Emily's costume.

"No, I'm just the innocent victim of the mother of all wardrobe malfunctions," Emily replied, her sly smile letting Allie guess there was more to the story.

"Did this malfunction somehow make your clothes disappear," Allie asked, trying not to break out in laughter. "How exactly did that happen?"

"No, really, it took a whole series of bad decisions to get me in this situation," Emily insisted, "several of which were not my fault!" She took a long, long sip of champagne and set the empty glass on a nearby bookcase, delaying to decide how much of her recent troubles she should share as Allie waited for an explanation.

Emily was still sober enough to be somewhat selective as she told Allie how she'd ended up practically naked in the middle of the costume party, leaving out the bit of foreplay at the roadside she had been enjoying just before Paul left her stranded!

"Hmmm, said Allie, "It feels like you're leaving some details out, but I guess I can maybe see how you could end up naked at the side of the road. What I don't understand is why, dressed as you are, if we can call it being dressed, you chose to join the party at all instead of just staying out there and waiting for Paul to come up with some way to rescue you?"

Emily's full body blush got a shade or two deeper as she realized she didn't really have a good answer to Allie's question. After a suspiciously long pause, she sheepishly admitted, "I don't know! Mosquitos?"

"Allie laughed and said, Oh. My. God, you're actually enjoying this! Even if you did end up in this situation mostly by accident, now that you're in it you're what, excited? Tell me the truth!"

"Promise me you'll never tell a soul?"

"Swear to God!" Allie replied, her eyes wide.

"Yes! Excited, I mean," Emily confessed, "when I first turned onto the driveway I was ready to turn back the second anyone so much as looked at me, but the weirdest thing happened; I was still nervous beyond belief, but the more people saw me, the more I wanted to be seen!"

"Wait, "Allie asked, do you mean you want more people to see you as you are, or is it more that you want anyone who does see you to see MORE of you?"

"I haven't really thought about it," Emily replied, "This is all new to me! Either, I guess. Or maybe both? Do I have to decide? What would you do?"

"What would I do?" Allie laughed, "probably stay in the car, and definitely not take any clothing off if I did get out!" Allie could hardly imagine what it would be like to even be thinking about what her friend apparently was; she asked Emily, "the real question now is what are you going to do now?"

"Your guess is as good as mine," Emily replied, "I could go back out to the road and wait for Paul, or wait here at the party, doing my best to not move, or I could raise my right arm a tiny bit and see what happens!"

"You know exactly what would happen! It's not like gravity is taking the night off," Allie laughed, "in a second or two you'd be totally nude in the middle of Sandra's party!"

"I know it's crazy, but I swear I could do it, if I could find a way to be less obvious! If Paul could get here with my outfit I could just leave the blouse out and let the apron keep me decent!

"Honestly," Allie replied, "You don't sound like decency is your main priority right now! Whatever you decide to do, bear in mind you'd be doing it in front of a bunch of people Paul works with!"

"About that, I'm sorry to drop the news on you in this setting," Emily whispered in Allie's ear, "Paul is giving his notice this week, and we're going to be moving out of state right after Thanksgiving! I was going to tell you at our lunch this Saturday."

"Already? You told me you were thinking about doing that," Allie said, "but I didn't, I mean...shit, I'm going to miss you!"

"Me too," Emily replied, tearing up, "but it makes the presence of his co-workers a little less of a problem!"

"Still..." Allie laughed.

"Yeah. Still!" Emily agreed, "it's crazy how I can be so tempted to get naked but still be thoroughly freaked out just thinking about it! It might be easier if I had a costume that required showing some skin to begin with."

Looking around the room, Allie saw several women wearing pretty revealing costumes; variations on naughty schoolgirls, Baywatch lifeguards, Hooters waitress's, belly dancers; pointing them out to Emily, she said, "I have an idea how to get you into a recognizable costume, if you're game to show a little more than those ladies!"

"Ummm, okay, I think," Emily replied nervously, "but all of them are at least wearing some form of clothing! Exactly how much more would I have to show?"

Allie laughed, "Anywhere from a little bit up to, well, as much as you want!"

"Alright, Emily asked, "what's your idea?"

"Before I get your hopes up, let me see if I can get it together, Allie said. "I'll need to do some horse trading to make this work; you just stay here and try to stay out of trouble while I try to do some bargaining. Oh, I'll need your wig, too. " she said, holding her hand out. The blonde haired wig with a tightly woven ponytail didn't really cover much, but handing it over to Allie made Emily somehow feel closer to being nude, with nothing but a too-small towel left between her and the world! Emily took another glass of champagne from a passing waiter while she waited for Allie's return.

After what seemed like a lifetime to Emily, Allie returned, carrying only a feathered half face mask, like one the Lone Ranger would wear if he was going to a party, a different blonde wig, with no ponytail or pigtails, but longer than the one she'd had before. "I don't think this exactly qualifies as a costume," Emily said, laughing nervously at Allie's proposed outfit.

"It does when you add what's behind me," Allie said triumphantly, turning to point out the Anderson brothers in what had become a tradition at this party; their two-man horse costume, refined and improved a bit every year, now sturdy enough, they insisted, to support a real person instead of the crude papier mache figure they added to fill in as a rider!

"So I'd still be..." Emily asked.

"Almost nude?" Allie answered, "Technically, yeah, but that's almost, kinda, sort of appropriate if you're going to say you're portraying Lady Godiva! I think the wig might be long enough to cover your boobs, and you can sit side-saddle, draping your towel on your lap! The mask will give you at least a little bit of anonymity."

Emily didn't say anything for a solid minute, she just stared at the horse and tried to imagine herself riding it for a few laps around the party. She knew that on any other day of her life up to that one she'd never have given the idea a moment's thought, but at that point it seemed almost like a reasonable idea when compared with the alternative she was getting close to acting on; as amazed as she was to be willingly considering getting naked, until Allie returned Emily felt like she was somehow being drawn to that option! As amazed as she was to be willingly considering getting naked, she could picture herself letting the towel fall and socializing in the nude until her husband returned!

Emily finally responded to Allie's proposed costume, saying, "it's more of an excuse for being naked than a real costume..." seeing Allie's frown she quickly added, "but maybe that's all I need!"

"So you'll do it?" Allie asked, amazed her fellow soccer mom seemed to be willing to show the party most of her body! "I know I came up with this idea, but suddenly feel like as your friend I should be trying to talk you out of doing this!"

"I don't need that from you, I can decide for myself," Emily answered, "but I do need a couple things..."

"Sure, what do you need?"

"A private space to get set up," Emily said, "this is already gonna be embarrassing as hell, I really don't need people gawking as I'm trying to get in place!"

"There's a laundry room behind the garage," Allie said, "Nobody was there when I was looking for your stuff. Is that all?"

"One last glass of champagne," Emily said; seeing the concern on Allie's face despite her friend's clown makeup, she tried to reassure her, saying, "I'm so wired right now it's like I'm drinking water!"

"Okay," Allie said, "but if I see you stumbling or slurring your speech I'm gonna tell this horse to take you right back to the laundry room!" Emily nodded and Allie led the odd group back to the laundry room.

When Allie went off to get Emily's champagne, and one for herself, a strange standoff was taking place in the laundry room; both Andersons had opened up their costume enough to be able to look around and were staring at Emily, who was glaring back at them! She asked, "What are you doing?"

"When Allie told us what you wanted us to do, it didn't seem fair, we'd be the only people at the party who wouldn't get to see you riding us! We'd be doing all the work but wouldn't get to have any of the fun," the elder Anderson brother explained, "We told her we'd give you a ride, but only if you'd let us see you naked before you climb aboard!"

Clearly angry, Emily asked, "And she agreed to that?"

"Not at first," he replied, "but when I told her we'd have to at least see some boobs or we wouldn't help you, she said ok!"

Just then Allie returned, handing Emily the champagne she'd asked for. Emily set it down and told Allie, "I'm told you made some sort of boobs for a horse ride deal with these guys! Don't you think I should have had a vote for something like that?"

Her blushing not visible with all the clown makeup she was wearing, Allie replied, "I thought I negotiated a pretty good deal; they started off demanding to see you naked and I got them to accept just seeing some boobs!" She smiled and began unbuttoning her costume's ruffled blouse with big red polka dots, then opened it wide. After a short pause she lifted the cups of her lacy white bra, allowing her breasts to pop free! "Here you go, dudes, as requested," Allie shouted, "some boobs!"

"Okay," the younger brother said, grinning, "not what I was expecting, but I guess you kept your side of the deal. For what it's worth, I'm not sorry you tricked us, those are some fine tits!" Both brothers put their costume back in place, the older one saying, "Who knows, maybe we'll get to see Lady Godiva later too!" Allie got her bra and costume back in place, her makeup hiding a grin; it occurred to her that this night was probably the first since her divorce six months ago when she was actually glad to be single!

Emily knocked back the champagne Ellie had brought her and arranged her new wig's long blonde hair, draping it carefully over her breasts; most of them, at least. Allie had been right about the hair being long enough, but not by much; this particular Lady Godiva was going to be showing a fair amount of underboob! Allie found a footstool for Emily to use to mount her steed. Unable to think of anything but how close to being completely nude in front of dozens of people she was about to be, Emily shuddered when she handed Allie her towel to hold while she was climbing aboard!

After a brief debate about whether the original Lady would have ridden sidesaddle or astride her horse, including a quick look online for images of the original, Emily settled on sidesaddle. With her towel draped loosely on her lap and her mask in place, she told her 'horse' she was ready to go!

"What exactly do you want us to do," the brother in front, asked, "just circulate around the room?"

"Just roam around, nice and slow," Emily told him as they made their way to the great room, "this cardboard saddle isn't the sturdiest thing!"

Before she'd made it ten feet into the great room, Emily was keenly aware of a hush replacing the chitchat that had been filling the space a moment earlier. "Oh, well," she thought, "no point in retreating now!" After the partygoers got over the initial shock of seeing her making her way through the room, head, bare back, shoulders, and semi-covered breasts above the crowd, the hush was replaced by cheering, whistling, and catcalls!

Cruising slowly around the room, Emily savored being the center of attention; never in her life had so many people cheered for her for any reason, and it felt incredible! She began waving like royalty in a parade! By the second lap Emily made around the room, people along her route began high fiving her, reaching up to slap her hand as she leaned down to meet theirs. The physical space between her and her admirers having been bridged, a few of the rowdier partygoers began to take some liberties; she felt hands gently gliding over her feet and lower legs, and leaned over, waggling a finger at the unruly men, who stopped their misbehavior.

As she leaned over in the direction she was facing, Emily felt her ass come up off the homemade cardboard saddle, giving the ruder guys facing her back an opportunity to grope her butt they simply couldn't resist! She turned as far as she could, leaned back, and scolded them. She was surprised when her friendly request, "No touching, please!" actually got them to leave her ass alone. In something of a mixed message, she let the massaging of her lower back go on, partially because it was a less unseemly location for the hands of strangers to touch, but mostly because it simply felt good!

She recognized a few familiar faces among the men (and a few women) now reaching out to touch her, and wondered if her mask, wig, and thoroughly out of character behavior would be enough to preserve her anonymity!

Emily's jerking back and forth combined with the steady forward plodding of her 'horse' almost made her go too far when she sat back up; she was barely able to avoid toppling off into the crowd, grabbing the reins just shy of falling off. Her gyrations combined to shift some of her wig's hair to block her eyes, so she instinctively did what she'd done thousands of times in the years she wore her hair long and parted in the center; she grabbed the hair in front of her face with both hands and brushed it back over her shoulders!

Emily was getting used to raucous reactions from the crowd to every single thing she did, so she wasn't much surprisedby the latest outpouring of applause, cheering, oohs, and aahs! Thinking their reaction was nothing more than the crowd enjoying her rocking around and almost falling off her perch, she kept smiling and waving to her admirers

Hearing several male voices yelling, "nice tits!" did surprise her a bit, since very few of the comments she'd received had mentioned her breasts. Looking down to see if she could figure out why they had suddenly become so popular, she was shocked to see nothing but the floor, the 'horse' she was riding and her own naked body, including completely exposed boobs and pussy!

It only took Emily a few seconds to realize how and when she'd accidentally exposed her breasts to the howling crowd. Her heart skipped a beat or two, and her first instinct was to cover up, but before she could do that a different idea came to her; instead of letting the crowd see this new bit of exposure as the accident it was, she'd pretend it was planned, or at least intentional! "In a way, it's a good thing," she thought; at least nobody will know what my real hair color is!" Though she had no clue when her towel had disappeared, nor any idea of what had become of it, she decided to carry on wandering around the great room, as if doing it totally nude had been her plan all along!

Somewhere around her fourth or fifth completely nude lap, Emily lost all track of how many times she'd gone around the room. She shuddered when she finally noticed that by riding in her sidesaddle position she was giving at least a half dozen of the taller men in the room a clear view of her glistening pussy as she passed by, freshly waxed earlier that afternoon and now making her arousal obvious! She had meant that sight to be an after party surprise for Paul, but knowing a bunch of anonymous strangers were getting to see her sex before he would actually sent her pulse racing even higher!

Each time she approached the hall leading to the laundry room she thought about ducking out, but seeing more guests coming in from other parts of the house to see what all the noise was about was part of what made her keep going. "I REALLY should get the hell out of here," she thought, "but I've never felt anything like this before and I don't imagine I'll ever, ever do anything like this again! Maybe one more lap!" Her pulse was ridiculously high and she was quivering, but she wanted a little more of this, so she started out on her sixth lap!

Before Emily had gotten very far into what she'd promised herself would be her final naked lap, Sandra let out a blast from a small air horn. When everyone stopped in their tracks and stopped making noise she announced, "As is our tradition during our little Halloween bash we will be awarding prizes for funniest, scariest, cutest, most original, and sexiest costumes. Normally we hand out the little trophies at Midnight, and we will follow our usual procedure, with one exception. Clearly, whoever is appearing tonight as Lady Godiva has the sexiest costume prize locked up, so we're asking her to go back to wearing her street clothes so the other great costumes can get some attention!"

Sandra's announcement actually came as a relief to Emily, who hadn't come up with anything like a plan for getting out of her predicament. Though she wasn't at all tired of the adulation of the crowd, she saw Sandra's announcement as an opportunity to bow out of this crazy situation. She had her 'horse' walk over to Sandra to collect the small trophy with 'Sexiest costume -- Halloween 2024' engraved on the small plaque on its base! "Thanks," she told Sandra, "I'm not sure where I'll be displaying this, but I'm weirdly proud to have earned it!"

"No reason to feel weird," Sandra told her as she handed Emily her trophy, "you're very brave to go around like that, believe me, I know!"

"You've gone naked at a big event like this too?"

"Not really like you're doing," Sandra whispered, "but the second year we had a big Halloween party, maybe fifteen years ago, I did a version of Lady Godiva myself!"

Emily gasped, "You hosted a huge party in the nude?"

"Heavens, no," Sandra laughed, "I wore a body stocking which matched my skin color pretty well. It wasn't super sheer, but it was snug, and the single layer covering me looked WAY different than it had folded up in a package in the store! Keith insisted on drawing nipples and pubic hair on it to keep people guessing! Speaking of spouses, where is your Paul tonight? Is he wearing a costume that covers his face so well he can't be recognized? I hope he didn't miss seeing how everyone reacted to your outfit!"

"Paul?" Emily asked, "Ummm, my Paul, who?"

Emily's attempt to pretend she wasn't who Sandra seemed to know she was didn't work at all; her quivering lower lip and head to toe goosebumps didn't help.

"Come now Emily," Sandra scolded her, "Your performance tonight has been the most impressive thing I've ever seen you do, so don't try to pretend you're not who I know you are!"

"What gave me away," Emily asked, blushing as she gave up pretending, "it's not like you've ever seen me look like this!"

"It's your accent, dear," Sandra laughed, "I can only think of a couple other women here who have noticeable southern accents, and neither of them, well, let's just say neither of them would've made the same sort of impression as you have!"

"I'm sorry to have been such a distraction," Emily said, "honestly, I didn't plan on showing anywhere near as much as I ended up doing!"

"No, don't apologize, it's no problem, quite the opposite," Sandra chuckled, "after word of your performance gets around, people will be begging for an invitation to next year's Halloween party! I've been toying with the idea of turning the party into a fundraiser for some charity; you may have given it the kind of word of mouth buzz needed to get people to pay to get in! Your secret is safe with me; this kind of thing is why we have a strict ban on guests bringing any kind of device with a camera into our parties! The mystery will make everyone wonder who our party's Lady Godiva was!"

"I completely forgot about that possibility," Emily groaned, "Are you sure everyone here followed your rules? I really, really don't want my sons seeing me this way online!"

Sandra smiled and said, "Relax, everyone knows they'll be banned from ever attending again if they don't follow the rules. And if anyone does misbehave, you see those two rather large male servers by the front door, the ones not doing any serving? They're there to confiscate anything that they see being used to record our party! Now, I assume you didn't leave your house looking like this; go to the laundry room, it has a door to the side yard you can use to leave after you get dressed in your normal clothes!"

Emily shook her head and replied, "I don't have anything here, just what you see!"

"Were you wearing a coat over your costume?" Sandra asked, growing more curious, "maybe a robe?"

"No, and no," Emily replied, then gave Sandra a quick explanation of how she'd ended up in the state she was in.

"Oh, God," Sandra replied, "you could have asked to borrow something to wear! Or maybe you preferred to go the way you did?"

Her real secret guessed again, Emily quietly answered, "I don't know..." Her renewed deep blush gave Sandra a clue about Emily's choice!

"Well, as interesting as that is, it's not what's important now," Sandra said. She grabbed some sweatpants and a hoodie from a basket on top of a dryer and handed them to Emily, "I'll send Paul back here as soon as I see him; you can go out the back door."

As kind as Sandra was suddenly being toward her, Emily thought about telling her about the move she and Paul were planning, but decided that news should be for Paul to tell Keith, and was probably best delivered sometime when Paul wasn't dressed as a clown and Paul wasn't dressed as a pirate!

Emily waited for Paul in the laundry room, her borrowed clothes and mask covering all but a tiny fraction of her body. She was amazed at how odd it felt to NOT be naked, and had a couple brief urges to return to the party, the first time imagining herself returning safely wrapped up in the plush hoodie and sweatpants, the second time thinking about what it would feel like to go back without either item!

Paul finally arrived a few minutes after midnight, having spent at least 10 minutes looking for her where she'd been when he'd last seen her. He hadn't seen Emily since she had been standing at the side of the road trying to make her small towel somehow cover her. He assumed she'd gone in to the party, but had no idea where she might be, or what she'd be wearing.

Sandra saw him looking around, still dressed as a newborn in a diaper, and pulled him aside. "You're looking for Emily, right?" she asked. When he nodded yes she led him toward the laundry room, but paused to ask him, "She told me there was some problem getting her costume out of your car, and that's why she had to make do with that tiny towel. Did you know she was going to be here, and what she'd be wearing?"

"No, we haven't spoken since I left with the tow truck," he replied, "I assume you loaned her something more appropriate than that towel?"

"Ah, yes, I gave her some sweatpants and a hoodie to wear," Sandra assured him. She led him to the laundry room, stepped forward and hugged Emily, whispering in her ear, "He doesn't seem to know about you being Godiva!"

Assuming Sandra had loaned Emily her current clothes much earlier than she actually had, Paul mostly kept his questions about all he'd missed at the party focused on what the other attendees had been dressed as, and how they behaved. Noticing their Uber driver leaning back to eavesdrop, Emily kept her descriptions of other people's costumes mild. She decided that she would answer any direct questions Paul had about the party truthfully, but not volunteer any mention of her time as Lady Godiva!

After asking about more mundane categories, Paul asked, "So who won the sexiest costume award?"

"Ah, she had a mask on, and what looked like a wig," Emily answered, so I'm not sure if anyone knew who she was."

"Did she have anything else on? I mean, did she live up to the legend?"

Leaning closer, Emily whispered in her husband's ear, ""Nope, nothing else. She was totally nude, so I'd say she lived up to the legend! Between the way people were cheering and the fact that she seemed to be enjoying herself, the consensus seemed to be that she was pretty hot! I'm sure you'd have agreed!"

"Fuck, that's hot, knowing that somebody we might know would do that! I'm sorry I missed seeing her," Paul said, "were you cheering her on with everyone else? I know that it's not your kind of thing, but did it make you imagine what it would be like to do something like that yourself?"

"Ahh, I don't remember doing any cheering, but I to be honest I was so shocked by what she was doing I can't really remember much else about that moment. But yes, I couldn't help seeing the situation through her eyes," Emily replied, "I'm sorry you didn't get to see her too!"

She noticed that the questions he asked her were all about other people; he didn't seem at all interested in what SHE had been doing, despite knowing she would have entered the party wearing nothing but a decidedly inadequate towel!

After thinking about it a bit, Emily had to admit to herself that her conduct at the party was so far removed from her usual soccer Mom, dependable bake sale contributor, Mom jeans and sweatshirt wearing persona that she would have had a hard time believing it herself if she hadn't actually lived it! "How can I expect anyone else to see that, yes, I'm that Mom, but that's not ALL I am!" She resolved to make sure that in the future both she and Paul stayed connected with the nearly forgotten facets of her personality!

Their conversation trailed off as she began kissing him passionately, reaching in to his diaper and began stroking his already hard cock!

"Here? Now? Really?" Paul mumbled, very surprised, but definitely not complaining!

"Mmmhmm, as much as we have time for!" Emily whispered as she unzipped her borrowed hoodie! By now they both viewed the time spent talking about the party earlier in their Uber ride as a missed opportunity! What there was left of their trip home wasn't as long as they would have liked, but they made the most of the time left! By the time the driver pulled into their driveway she'd made a good start on giving Paul a blow job, and he'd spent a few minutes of their trip home licking and sucking her nipples!

After a few hours spent reminding themselves of the passion they had started their marriage with, Emily and Paul fell into a deep sleep, not waking until after noon; they were glad they'd each taken a vacation day. After a leisurely breakfast he took her car to the body shop where his had been towed the night before to discuss what repairing it would cost.

While he was out, Emily made room on the shelf full of her sons' trophies for a newcomer, one with 'Sexiest Costume -- Halloween 2024' engraved on the small plaque on its base! "We'll be packing all of these away for our move in a few weeks," she thought, "I wonder if Paul will notice the new addition before then!

Sandra's ban on guests using cameras was powerless to stop the many ways various social media apps were being used to discuss Emily's outrageous behavior; in the following days and weeks there were hundreds of posts debating who had been Lady Godiva, but Emily's conduct at the party had been so far removed from her usual behavior that she'd been dropped from the list of suspects early on.

The 'pics or it didn't happen' attitude led to the various accounts online of her wild night fading away before the following Christmas, but the topic roared back to life a couple of months later when Keith, without consulting Sandra, uploaded a video of Emily's nude ride, copied from several security cameras! Sandra was furious that he'd taken it upon himself to decide the 'no cameras' rule applied to guests, but not to him, but there was no way of undoing it; copies and copies of copies quickly popped up on dozens of websites!

Keith had at least thought to name the video generically enough (GodivaHalloween2024.av1) that the shameless behavior captured wouldn't be searchable by the town's name. Which was why a friend of Jason and Jack had no idea the video had originated in their hometown when he texted them a link to a copy, and why both of Emily's boys had no idea that when they jerked off while watching the video it was their Mom they were seeing!