This is so very new that your "touch buddies" are just getting started. Kind of takes me back to high school. I could see it being fun for a while. I could also see it getting out of control real quick. But that's just from my memories. Is whip cream allowed? Wait, maybe that's how things got out of control.
It may be too early to tell, but has this helped your husband initiate things with you? What stopped you from coming to bed naked before? Or did you, and he didn't notice?
"Touch buddies," that's cute. They are that, but with a big emotional layer. I actually told Colin a while back that he feels like a high school boyfriend to me-- it's all romance and hand holding and trying to kiss when no one's looking, without the heaviness of going anywhere serious or including sex. (At least for me, I wanted nothing to do with sex in high school.)
I think my husband has been initiating sex a little more. Hard to say, because I don't often wait for him to. And we had gotten out of the habit of nude sleeping because of the kids. We were co-sleeping at first, and now the occasional night when we have to get up and deal with a wet bed or someone comes in after a bad dream. But now I just keep a nightgown nearby. Everything is light years better now, sexually, for us.
Mono, your comments are relevant to my situation, as well, and I really appreciate your perspective (the mono man with the poly woman). I think this is exactly how it was for my husband. I'm trying to move "forward" and he's thinking, "Why the heck would we want to move in that direction?!" Which is why I waited over a year to make this recent push. I really think it has been unfair to him, for me to foist my polyamory on him more than a decade into our marriage. But for me, the direction I needed to go just kept pulling me harder and harder, to the point where I was unhappy and our marriage was going cold over the strain.
In your analogy of the bending reed, I would say that it can bend too far in either direction, and the mono direction was threatening to break it for me. He asked about poly, "What's in it for me?" and while I never could really come up with a good answer other than "a happy wife," I think the outcome we are getting now really is good for both of us.
What he has given me is the freedom to love Colin and Luke (something I felt, regardless), and to share a limited amount of intimacy and time with each of them. What he loses, I guess, is a small amount of my time and attention (not much more than with any other friend or interest I have) and the change to the boundaries of our relationship.
Our marriage now has this aspect that he is maybe a little ashamed of, that we must keep hidden. (Oddly, he told my mother without asking me if that was ok.) He has the knowledge that he's not the only one who kisses me, or touches me, but he's still the only one putting a penis in me, and the only one sleeping beside me at night. He's the one I have a home with, have children with, plan the future with.
What he has gained is a very happy wife. Not just happy because I get to have more physical intimacy with Colin and Luke, but happy because I'm not feeling torn any more, and I'm not feeling like he is keeping me from what I want any more. Marriage doesn't feel confining now. It feels supportive, especially now that I have figured out that his hard limits (no PIV sex, oral sex) are no more restrictive than what I want for myself in those two relationships.
With Colin, our physical intimacy is now slowing down to the pace of our emotional intimacy, as we try to figure out our roles in each other's lives, and with Luke, that man has bedded so many dozens of women over the years, that I kind of feel like it makes me more special to withhold just that much in our relationship. So, it's no longer my husband holding me back from how much I do with them, it's my own wants and needs.
My husband gets a happier wife, more and much hotter sex, more emotional intimacy between us after the conversations this forced us to have, and probably better treatment from me. I used to catch myself, when we went out dancing, wanting to correct things about the way he danced, adjust his grip or correct his rhythm, and I'd hate to hear myself do that, because I don't correct any other man I dance with. I realized it's because I'm more vested in how well he dances, since he's
my husband. When I shift my focus and just let him dance like one of the many other men I dance with, and not a possession of mine, we both have more fun.
Now I can do the same with love. It's okay if he doesn't show me love in exactly the way I want to feel it, because he's one of a few who love me. I can enjoy what he has to offer, and let Colin and Luke give me flirty and dirty.