S/o Ludicrus' post below...

Excitedtostart · June 2011

DH & I were going out with his boss to dinner when we first moved out here. They're lovely people and wanted to meet at their house first, then go to a restaurant. In the car DH relayed a story about the boss which was funny, but mildly inappropriate. We get tot he house and go inside, and the living room is filled with sex toys. I'm talking big wooden framed sex toys - swings, big stands to strap you in with leather straps, pulleys, hardcore S&M stuff.

They offered us a glass of wine, totally nonchalant about it. After dinner the asked if we wanted to go back to their house for a drink, and I blurted out that I had to work early the next morning. In the car DH asked why I was being weird and wanted to go home early. I couldn't believe he hadn't seen all the kinky equipment out in plain sight. He almost drove off the road laughing so hard.

Apparently the wife is a physical therapist and works from home. The "S&M" equipment was her PT equipment. It's all stuff that you can counterbalance the patients weight and hers for stretching. Oops.