How I Choose Guys to Participate, and Why I Prefer Bi Guys.

I had posted this a week ago and, likely because I gave it such a terrible title, a lot of folks passed it over. I've been getting a lot of questions on how to vet and this is part of that explanation.

Do You Have a "Type"?

Discovering my preferred bi guy "type."

As the Bi Dom Stag in our relationship I had to discover that I even HAD a preferred "type" of guy. I mean, I have been female attracted my whole life. Still am. So, wouldn't I prefer fem guys? Or trans people? Why are all our preferred guys masculine? They are all masculine, however, if you stood them all next to eachother you wouldn't see their similarities. Not at first.

If you've read our previous posts, you know by now I'm the Dom. The Bull. I pick the guys. She stays blindfolded and never sees their faces. She is submissive to me. She is also my love and my focus. Anyone I bring into the room must add to this dynamic. They must serve us equally.

Additionally, as the Dom, it is MY responsibility to protect my girl. This doesn't just mean her security or honor. It also means her heart. I have to ensure I do not break her heart, or loose it. That's MY job. MY responsibility.

I cannot bring anyone into the room that will distract MY attention from HER. What would be the point of me bringing in a 20 something fem-bot with Daddy isues and a need for a meaty cock? My wife is my AIR. I have 30 years with this woman. No one can give me that, but her. I equally cannot allow her eyes to lock with some younger, hunky guy who is fucking her and texting her on the side.

She swears no one could draw her away from me. And I like that. But there are too many stories on other subs of women who felt the same way, and were drawn away while their husbands let it happen. And, the younger, hotter studs don't keep their prizes. They move on and leave the older hotwives behind. Generally, there lies too much sadness to comprehend. Too much loss to even consider the possibility.

So I make the rules. I pick our partners. I protect us both. It's my job. I am her Stag.

So, who do I let in? First off, no women. Too distracting. She's not bi in any way. So they would only be of intrest to me. And my WIFE is my focus. So, girls are out. Also, very fem guys or CDs / Trans folks for all the same reasons. And a really big "I'm sorry" to all you sexy beasts out there. But my priority is my girl. My love.

That leaves the guys. Well, I'm Bi (female attracted), meaning I don't mind the fellers. And SHE likes the D quite a bit. So it's just a matter of finding the RIGHT guys. Right?

Well, I take a big swipe off the top. No doods who are too much like me. Older, masculine, beefy dudes. Motorcycle riding, 4 wheel driving, tatoos and beard type doods with big fat cocks. She already loves me. Is attracted to me. Prefers me. Honestly, she'd love it if there was three of me. Her lady parts would love it. Her Heart would love it. And I would hate it.

I honestly believe that if I were to clone myself, it would be impossible for her heart to not feel divided. Even if we talked and talked about it. By degrees, she would tend toward these other me's. So someone who is a version of me will possibly occupy that same head and heart space. Possibly. Why would I give her heart anything to be conflicted over? Why would I even allow the possibility of someone else pulling her attention away from me for an instant? Even just a little? The internet is full of reasons not to. And it's MY job to crash-proof this crazy thing we do.

So, the guys in the middle. Our goldilocks zone. Not too big. Not too little. Not too aggressive. Not too feminine. Guys. Just guys. Guys you pass on the street every day. If they have unifying characteristics, it is that they are bi-sexual, caring, and willing to participate WITH us.

And as luck would have it, bi-sexual, caring, average guys don't get NEARLY the recognition or LOVE they deserve. They get dismissed and passed over in every community. Including the LGBT community. They get put in the friend zone. They get left for drummers and big dick Chads. These salt-of-the-earth gold hearted motherfuckers are out there waiting to be someone's middle spoon.

She can lean against them while I fuck her and feel tenderness toward them without treading on MY territory at all. I can act tenderly toward them without ANY confusion about who is MY girl. MY focus. My love. And the right guys are them that can reciprocate equally to both of us. Those guys who not only want to be the middle spoon, but look forward to her or I taking our own turns in the middle.

Who'da'thunk-it? Right? Regular guys. They were there the whole time. ❤