She Dressed For Sex

Summary

At her husband Andrew's funeral, the narrator is confronted by a woman claiming to be Andrew's secret lover of ten years, who makes a provocative appearance, causing embarrassment and shock to everyone present.

Abstract

The narrator is experiencing the profound grief of laying her husband, Andrew Charles Barnes, to rest. Amidst the somber ceremony, a strikingly attractive and bold woman interrupts the proceedings, asserting she is Andrew's true love. This woman, dressed in a revealing black dress, confidently claims a decade-long relationship with the deceased. The narrator feels humiliated, especially when the woman, in a moment of indecent exposure, kisses Andrew's corpse, revealing her arousal to all present. The narrator grapples with the public revelation of her husband's infidelity and the disrespect shown at his funeral, which overshadows her own mourning.

Opinions

The narrator views the mysterious woman's attire and behavior as highly inappropriate for the solemn occasion of a funeral.
The narrator's family, particularly Andrew's mother, is outraged by the woman's audacious claim to be the love of Andrew's life.
The pastor appears to be uncomfortable with the situation, indicating a sense of propriety being disturbed.
The congregation is shocked and disapproving of the woman's actions, suggesting a shared sense of funeral etiquette being violated.
Despite the inappropriateness of the situation, the narrator acknowledges an involuntary physical attraction towards the woman, adding a layer of personal conflict to her emotional turmoil.

At my husband’s funeral

This was the worst day of my life. Andrew Charles Barnes, my husband, my love, was being buried today.

The worst part of a funeral is having to walk down the aisle to the front in all black — all eyes on you and your pain.

Once my family and I were seated, the funeral began. A prayer first and then Andrew’s favorite song “On The Wings Of An Angel.” My tears would no longer be held back as his niece belted out the song as if it had been written for her.

Then as she reached the final notes, she stopped singing — staring straight ahead as if she’d seen a ghost. I turned to see a tall, blonde, vivacious woman with the highest cheekbones I’d ever seen coming down the aisle.

But her dress — black, see through and so short that if she sneezed you’d be able to see her ass.

She walked with her shoulders back and her head held high and sat in the front row on the opposite side of the aisle.

Now I could hear the murmuring. “Who is that?” Someone asked.

Andrew’s Mom was clearly pissed. She walked right over to the woman and asked her in the loudest voice, “And you are?”

“I’m the love of Andrew’s life,” she said boldly.” His mother was stunned. “Have you no shame?” she said.

“I have nothing to be ashamed of. Andrew and I have been together for 10 years.” With that, she crossed her leg and the pastor began to sweat.

I’ve never been so embarrassed in my life. Unsure of what to do — dignity was all I could muster.

After the rest of the program finished and it was time for our final goodbyes, this temptress stood up and moved quickly to the casket. She bent over and kissed my Andrew, “my husband” on his lips.

The congregation gasped, because not only had she disrespected everyone there, she had no panties on.

I’m walking out of my husband’s funeral, unsure of whether I feel more ashamed of her sudden appearance or how sexy she looked. Even I felt a little warm when she bent over.

To make matters worse, everyone could see how wet she was.

Compared to her, I was the dog in the room. Upstaged by this harlot at our final goodbye!

That stung — and the pain from this truth was worse than laying my dear Andrew to rest.

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