That’s not one of my natural talents, admittedly. My usual style is telling subs what I want then getting it. The only other time I’ve been hesitant and cautious like this was when I first met August.
It’s pretty obvious what that probably means, but I’m not unpacking those feelings just yet. Because I’m not done being grouchy, apparently.
Oliver’s face when I left him at his room was hard to read. But every Dom bone in my body was telling me that the drop in his mood on Sunday afternoon was because he didn’t want things to end between us.
However, my loyalty had to be first and foremost to my husband. There was no way I was going to suggest anything drastic without letting August stew on the matter first and then talk to him about it.
It seems that moment has come.
“He was…” August begins in response to my previous statement. “Baby, we’ve never played with anyone like him, have we?”
I shake my head. “From his reply to my advertisement, I had a strong feeling he was unique. But there’s never been anyone who was so compatible with us both before, no.”
August pulls at my shirt some more. Usually, I’d reprimand him for disrespecting my clothes like that. However, I let him do what he needs to in order to process his thoughts.
“He was spicy,” he says, his mouth twitching with half a smile. “But also so sweet.”
“And thoughtful and kind,” I add before scowling. “And far too self-deprecating for my liking.”
August laughs and kisses my lips until I give him my full attention. “He had no idea how perfect he was, despite how many times we told him. So…”
“So…” I repeat with a rueful smile. “He might need to be told point blank if we want to see him again. Because I made it clear to him that this was just a weekend arrangement, and he probably won’t think that he’s exceptional enough to break that contract.”
August holds my gaze for a moment. “Is that what you want?”
“Yes,” I say without preamble. “And I’m sure it’s what you want as well.” I raise my eyebrows questioningly.
August bites his lip and drums his fingers against my chest. “I don’t want just another scene. I want to keep seeing him. I want…to date him.” He flinches and looks warily at me through his lashes. “But we’ve never done that before.”
Knowing my wonderful, caring husband, he’s probably anxious that I might take his interest in us dating another guy as some kind of rejection. This scenario hasn’t come up until now, after all. However, there isn’t a single jealous bone in my body at the thought of us inviting Oliver into our hearts and our bed. It was clear from our weekend that he wouldn’t detract anything from me and August. All he did was enhance our experience as husbands and offer us both something new that we can’t give each other. He made everything better.
It’s no mystery why I’ve been irritable since he left. The solution is obvious, but I made myself be responsible and give both him and August time and space to come to their own conclusions. Relief lightens my mood as I appreciate that it seems like my husband has at least realized the truth.
Oliver belongs with us. He needs us to take care of him…but in just forty-eight hours, he was able to show how he could takecare of us as well. That kind of synchronicity is so rare that we’ve never encountered it before. Not even close. August and I would be fools to let him get away without a fight.
“No, we haven’t ever dated anyone together,” I agree, hugging my husband tightly to me. “But I’ve never let a sub call me Daddy before, either. I never wanted to. Oliver makes me want lots of things we’ve never done before.”
“He does,” August agrees. “That was really hot, by the way. Seeing you be a soft, sweet Daddy.”
“I am neither soft nor sweet,” I growl, making my husband laugh before he kisses my cheek.
“Of course not, darling.”
I lean back so we can look into each other’s eyes. “Would it really be so scary?” I ask myself as much as August. “It’s not going to affect our marriage. That I know for certain. It might not work out with him, but no relationships are guaranteed to.”
“What if it did work out?” August asks quietly. “What if he kept doing what he did this whole weekend?”
“Which was?” I know how I’d answer that myself, but I want to hear what he thinks.
August trails his fingers down my chest, licking his lips as he seemingly decides on the best words to use. “He brought something to the table for both you and me,” he says, “and gave all three of us a new dynamic together as well. I felt like from the moment I saw him, we were connected. He feels like he belongs with us, Tallis.”
I kiss his hair and rub his back. “He does,” I agree. “But I want him to come to that conclusion by himself. If I tell him to come back to us, he might just do it because he’s such a good sub.”
August frowns at me. “I think you did an excellent job of showing him how his power and free will works in this dynamic, though. The main obstacle is going to be his self-esteem. Heneeds to believe that we really want him. That he’s worth it.” He raises his eyebrows at me. “We should go see him in person. Talk to him.”
As much as I love to think I can storm my way into any situation and fix it, I have enough self-awareness to appreciate that sometimes my presence can complicate things. Much like a bull in a china shop.
“Why don’t I give you his number and you can meet up with him to give him that present you bought?” I suggest. “Then you can maybe naturally suggest trying something more long term.”