The Secret Is Out

Sharon and I are both in our late forties, both divorced. For the last year we have been having a bisexual friendship. This is something that we have been very discrete about. It is simply just between the two of us. Or was until last summer when the word got out, more or less.
I have a nice house out on the edge of the country, so it is quite private and nice since I work from home, and of course I have a room set up as my office, with a large window and a pleasant view of trees and greenery.
One morning my son, twenty-four, happened to stop by. I really wasn’t expecting him, and he came in like he always does and came back to the office where he knew I would be. Sort of unfortunately Sharon and I were together, not doing anything thankfully, but we were both nude and lounging around having a cigarette. The two of us are often quite casual like when she comes over and we enjoy it.
As would be expected, my son was surprised to see the two of us sitting there together in the buff and we were just as surprised to see him. I suppose to ur credit we didn’t panic and get all embarrassed and try to dash off to cover up, but instead we just more or less acted a bit modest but quite normal and nonchalant about the whole thing. This allowed my son to pretty much act normal out the fact that we were both undressed too, which was good.
My son had just stopped by to check on some plans that we had tentatively made about getting together and going out. So for the next ten minutes, with Sharon I both sitting there calmly being quite nude, we discussed that, and then my son left with an amused grin on his face.
Naturally a few days later I had to explain to my son. I told him how Sharon and just liked to do things like that – be nude, around the house. My son was okay with that, but I could tell that he suspected that there might be more to it, which of course there was. So I confessed that Sharon and I were having this bisexual affair, and he as okay with that, too. I was quite relieved, not sure how he would take that. I mean, it was one thing for him to find out that his mom and her best friend were at home nudists, but quite another for his mom to be having an affair with another women. I was afraid that he would see us as being lesbians with all of the negative connotations that can have. But he saw that we were just two friends who were able to enjoy letting their friendship have a sexual side to it. Which I suppose is what makes the difference between that and being a lesbian if one cares to try to really define such things.
I will say, though, that now that my secret is out with my son, I do feel a lot more relieved in that I can be more open about things.