Bi Dom Found

Woody: Law's Husband

Woody

As I sit here watching the smile on my wife’s face, I’m moved by what I see. I’m happy my wife is happy with her pick although I’m still concerned. Cub hasn’t gotten off to a good start, when he almost canceled. It was enough for me to tell Law no, but I just couldn’t do it. I could see the light going out in her eyes again. The last 6 months have been hell on us after her miscarriage and for the first time in months the real spark of life was back in her eyes. She puts on the show of being Mrs. Badass, but I know my wife. She’s as soft as a marshmallow on the inside, loyal to a fault and loves deep. Few people see the side of her that  I do. Cub may just be here for a f**k, he may be here for the relationship he claims he wants, but if he so much as harms a hair on her head or puts a tear in her eye, he will answer to me. My wife is my world. 

After I’ve taken care of him, I’ll be here to pick up the pieces and help put her back together just as she has been with me. Oh, we may call our fbw for a good time, but it will be her and I holding each other when it’s all said and done. She’s loved me through thick and thin. When I told her I was bi she never batted an eye, she simply said, it’s about time you admitted it to me and yourself. Then she did the unthinkable, She snuggled into me and asked where do we go from here? How do we get your needs met? I think I fell in love with her all over again--  right then and there. I didn't have an answer for her. Not one I’d give her anyway. You see, I can stand up to anyone. I can state my mind and tell you what I want, but when it comes to Law, it’s “whatever you want, Dear.” It drives her nuts! She has me so wrapped around her little finger, I lose sight of who I am. As long as she’s happy, I’m happy, but that’s not good enough for LAW. Nope, in her mind, I deserve to be happy because it’s what I want, not because it’s what she wants. If we want the same thing great, if not, that’s ok too. Damn, I love that woman! She lets me be my own man. While other men belly ache about their controlling wife and wont dare say what they want for fear of an argument, I say nothing because I only want what pleases her. It’s one reason I waited 21 years to come out to her. I didn’t want to see the look of disappointment on her face. I had nothing to fear. I should have known she would amaze me again.

As they sit on the couch cuddling and chatting, I see that they already have a connection that is beyond s****l. I am both pleased and concerned. We have rules that dictate how our relationship with a 3rd works.

No one takes one for the team...ie No being with a partner for the other person.

Open phone policy. Phones may be looked at at any time for any reason without question or retribution for asking to see the phone.

Do not delete photos, messages, apps, or history until viewed by your partner. 

Communicate about any potential partners talked to. 

Veto power of dating of the third for any reason until the relationship has been fully established. 

Only play together with third. No solo play or solo dates, until everyone agrees we are ready for that step and trust is established

Safe play at all times. Condoms and STD test a must.

No infrendigment on the others' relationship with the third. No running interference or making rules of do’s and don'ts for when with another partner except for what's listed. 

Communicate clearly about any needs, wants or desires. Do not hide your feelings of developing feelings, love, fear or jealousy. If alone time is needed, ask for it. If triad time is needed, ask for it. You alone are responsible to be clear in what you are and are not comfortable with. You alone are responsible to communicate any change in feelings.

Rules will be reevaluated and are subject to change with each reevaluation. Until such time, follow these rules to the letter to be fair to all parties.

I’m concerned about her and that I can’t follow the rules. I want to protect her, but I know I can't “infringe”. I have to let this play out however it will. 

 ‘Law’

I’m sitting on the couch cuddled up beside Cub. My legs are laid across his thick thighs and his strong arms are around me. I'm looking up into his beautiful brown eyes with a smile on my face, but an ache in my heart. I know I am falling for him too fast. I know this isn’t what I want. I want him, but I don’t trust him. This was to be the time of his life, a way to get my needs met, all while I dont get hurt. Yet here I sit looking at his smiling face, wanting to snuggle closer into him. Longing to be held close to his chest. Run my fingers through the hair on his chest that I can see peaking through his shirt top. I don't know if I can do this. I begin to withdraw into myself. I look over at Woody and smile.

He’s looking at me as if I’m the only woman on earth, it brings tears to my eyes. It’s too much. I wonder what he is thinking, but I know. He knows me too well. For some reason, Cub makes me wear my feelings on my sleeve. I mentally shake myself and start gathering my emotions like strings to a puppet, trying to control my emotions. I direct my question to Woody.

“Hey dear, wanna join us on the couch?’ I ask, patting the sofa. Needing his help to ground myself in reality, and be the badass me again.

“Maybe in a little bit, for now I’ll just watch” he replies with a smile and a blown kiss. Woody thinks to himself that he needs to see how Cub handles LAW because he knows Law is about to pull away from him. He also knows by coming over he will be interfering with her interaction with Cub. She is itching to put on her running shoes and he hasn’t realized it yet. However, if Woody comes over, the badass girl will be back. Nope, not letting her hide. Not sure why, other than the rules, but Woody can’t let her hide. Maybe he can see she cares for Cub already, maybe Woody doesn't want Cub to mess this up. Either way, Woody has to see this play out without interfering. 

I'm mad. Woody isn’t going to rescue me. He knows I’m struggling and want to put on my badass persona, but he isn’t going to let me deflect. I want to pull away from Cub, but I want to do it, in a not real way, so that he doesn’t realize that’s what I’m doing. The ass! Woody’s enacting the rules already. He’s gonna make me get it together on my own or be real. Why now!? He never tells me no. Why today!? Doesn’t he know, I’m holding it together by a thread that’s about to break. I’m not ready for Cub to know I care. ASS!! Those are our rules. It doesn't include the third yet. Grrrrr!  

I sit up straighter and take my legs off Cubs thighs but I’m still pressed into him with my down. Cub can no longer see my face. Cub immediately picks up on the position change. He reaches down and grabs my legs pulling them onto his thighs. “Where do you think you're going, Baby Girl?”

“Just changing positions..” I mutter without looking at him. 

“Look at me.” He says firmly. 

“I just need to stretch.” I say, laying back on the couch, covering my eyes with my arm, leaving my legs in his lap. 

“Uh-uh Baby Girl” He corrects, “Look at me.” He demands more firmly as he firmly holds my legs. 

“Why?! You can see me…” I whine.

“But I can’t see your beautiful green eyes...”’ he states, as he strokes my legs.