We usually find this site of limited usefulness, but I hope this is an exception.
Recently, we were informed that a friend of ours - they were both friends actually - had lost her husband suddenly and unexpectedly. They had been active in the lifestyle almost as long as we have been, and longer than we had even known them. He had passed away after a severe, but fast-acting illness.
We attended the funeral and the wake afterwards at their home. We were shocked to see one of Leslie's lovers at the funeral and the wake as well. It seemed awkward to us, because we knew both of them and the circumstances of their relationship. But, it was also to some degree, painfully obvious to others - including family, vanilla friends and their grown children.
We stayed late in an effort to run interference and provide whatever cover we could until Chad left, but it got very late and he simply did not leave. Finally, it was down to just us, and we were tired. We went to the kitchen to say good night, and Leslie and Chad were in a hot and heavy embrace with his hand up her skirt. He was clear he was simply not leaving. We said our awkward goodbyes and made our exit.
I have gotten over it, but Jeff, my husband, is still quite bothered by it.
Any thoughts? Opinions? For lack of a better word, "judgements"?
Recently, we were informed that a friend of ours - they were both friends actually - had lost her husband suddenly and unexpectedly. They had been active in the lifestyle almost as long as we have been, and longer than we had even known them. He had passed away after a severe, but fast-acting illness.
We attended the funeral and the wake afterwards at their home. We were shocked to see one of Leslie's lovers at the funeral and the wake as well. It seemed awkward to us, because we knew both of them and the circumstances of their relationship. But, it was also to some degree, painfully obvious to others - including family, vanilla friends and their grown children.
We stayed late in an effort to run interference and provide whatever cover we could until Chad left, but it got very late and he simply did not leave. Finally, it was down to just us, and we were tired. We went to the kitchen to say good night, and Leslie and Chad were in a hot and heavy embrace with his hand up her skirt. He was clear he was simply not leaving. We said our awkward goodbyes and made our exit.
I have gotten over it, but Jeff, my husband, is still quite bothered by it.
Any thoughts? Opinions? For lack of a better word, "judgements"?