"And you think...?" she knew what I meant.
"She asked one time about Mark and I and I shared a little bit with her. She was really interested in hearing about our philosophy and everything, and about the sex. She was really interested in that. But then she would pull back. What she shared with me about how she was raised in a strict religious family just made me think she was really repressing her sexual self."
"A familiar story, huh?"I asked her. "What about her husband?"
"His name is Phillip. He's an engineer. He's a gentle man but is very non committal about things. That's the way Evelyn put it. And she's so unsure of herself that she can't seem to initiate anything intimately. She waits for him and he waits for her and...you know how that goes."
"Yeah, they both lose."
"Exactly. I was thinking...she'd be intimidated by Mark because she knows him. But maybe if I introduced her to you and Wendy... Maybe...you could help her or them or..."
"It would take a lot of investigation and preparation but ...let me think about it, okay?" I was intrigued with this development.
"Thank you. We can talk again when you feel comfortable. In the mean time I am going to re-establish a connection with her and try to get her confidence."
"That sounds like a good idea. I'll talk with Wendy about it too" the more I thought about it the more I liked the idea of at least trying. Who knows what might come of it.
Mark and Wendy had arrived home at the same time and both came through the door together. Mark was carrying the groceries Wendy had gotten.
'Whatcha got there buddy?"I asked happily. Mark had set the bags down and was checking out the contents.
"Looks like steaks and ... asparagus." Guess I better fire up the grill. With a look I wasn't sure of he asked "What are you two up to?"
"Deep dark secrets, my friend. Deep dark secrets." I was laughing, hoping to put his mind at ease. Finally he smiled and said "Yeah, right." He disappeared to the patio and his grill.
"Hi Wen. How was your afternoon?" She sat at the bar on a stool next to me and I kissed her on the forehead.
"Okay. Gave me some time to think. There's something I want to talk to you all about at dinner, okay?" I looked at Donna and she returned my wondering gaze with a smile. Do you suppose...?
Sure, Babe. We can talk about whatever you want. You know that."
"Just an idea I've been turning over in my mind. I'd like to see if you all think I'm nuts."
"Well, we know you're not nuts. But we'll wait to see what you have in that pretty little dirty mind of yours." I kissed her and slipped her some tongue.
"Mmmm. Frisky baby. I like it. Keep that thought for later, okay? Oh, I gotta pee .Be right back."
"I'll try to manage." I laughed again. I watched her go. I truly loved this woman. I had never really thought much about love at first sight. And it wasn't really. It was more about the complete ease and trust we had, knowing we are so connected in mind and body. We are so lucky to have found each other.
Mark appeared to get the steaks and went out to grill them so I decided to go out with him, even if just to think about what Donna had said. It was a gorgeous night, sunny but cool, low humidity. I sat on the patio as Mark grilled. I kept running scripts through my mind about how to communicate our thoughts to people who could benefit from them. People who would be open to them and would embrace the philosophy. It could only help people who had the inner desires that needed to be set free. It wouldn't help people who just wanted to get laid. Mark interrupted my thoughts.
'Whatever you got goin on in that mind of yours must be pretty deep to be so quiet over there." I wasn't sure if he was asking or just making conversation. I also wasn't sure if Donna wanted him to know she had mentioned Evelyn.
"I do have serious thoughts now and then." I went with humor again to try to avoid the other things.
"It's Ok, Randall. Whatever Donna has you thinking about I'm sure she'll tell me soon. But she sure has you working on something. I hope it's good."
"OK. You got me, Mark. What if I told you it's something that could involve us all?"I didn't want to risk alienating Mark. I told Donna to give me some time to think about it before we mentioned it. OK?"
"OK. Let's get these steaks off here shall we?"
Dinner was quiet to start, a bit uncomfortable. So I finally asked Wendy "What was it you wanted to talk about Wen?"
"I was thinking about what we said before about being able to help other people like us." I looked at Donna and she was looking at me. Mark saw the look, I'm sure. What if there was a way people could come to us for help, I mean a way of letting people know there is an option?"
I looked at Mark and he was smiling at us. "So much for deep dark secrets, huh?"
"Okay." I admitted. "So what is everyone thinking.
Throughout dinner and beyond we launched an idea that would revolve around a website, linked from several swinger sites. That would allow people to send letters to us. They would be required to reveal explicit details about their situations, their desires, their expectations. It would be intended only for couples, minimum age of forty-five, up to 75. If chosen to participate they would be contacted by our group, Kindred Sluts. We all agreed that it was worth a try to see if we could help some people experience what we enjoyed. We formulated a simple plan and all committed to it. We would choose one applicant couple to start and devote one month to them and then re-evaluate. Donna even told Mark about her desire to connect with Evelyn. Mark gave his consent for Evelyn to be a project for Donna and Wendy and myself. We decided to begin with her while we waited for responses from the website. If it worked out he would support us all in finalizing arrangements with them. All in all it was an exciting evening. We ended it with a toast. We raised our glasses to ... The Kindred Sluts.
