I've just read your original post again and I have a question. Why are you mediating when they have a direct line of contact with each other?
Could you explain this a little more please? Who's the last "she" in this paragraph?
This is hard to explain, but here goes.
About a year ago is when I found out my wife was doing the edging thing, and she opened up to let me see some of these conversations she was having. Like, for the first time, I got to see and read her conversations. I was absolutely comfortable with the banter and photos, etc. My issue was just finding out about all this and never having an opportunity to be part of this. Like, I would've enjoyed something virtual with her plenty of times and had tried. I said so. She said I don't do it in the right way. I said, well then, help me.
So our solution was to join Fet so we could use that as a couples experience together. I had a very hard time finding someone I wanted to talk to. It all felt empty, and my wife wasn't even going on there or helping in any way. She would just tell me to try, just try, fail, learn, try, whatever.
Fine, I get it. But I had zero interest in any of these people. Finally, after three months, I said fuck it and tried with the only female I could have a somewhat normal conversation with. The "sexting" was a miserable chore. I told the girl I came. I didn't. I wasn't even hard, it was purely exercise. And she immediately said she wanted me to cum again. I was so over it at that point. But I did exactly what my wife said, and that night I showed her. She got jealous. For three days we talked about this. I didn't want this bit to begin with.
Anyway, I'm pretty much done with Fet at that point, but I get a message from a lady (April) and she had just been cheated on by her fiancé or boyfriend or something. We had a connection right out the gate. Our conversations led to literature. We started recommending books to one another and discussing them.
It honestly felt a lot like the ideal high school scenario I would've loved to have had then. Someone to sit in the library with. I had a terrible existence as a child and teen, just so much trauma, so this spoke to me. If we ever talked about meeting, it was like, to get coffee or go to the bookstore. Very mild, wholesome stuff. We did discuss sexual topics, but never once did we exchange nudes or anything along those lines.
One night, say, four months ago, my wife and I are going through photos on my phone, and a picture of April was in my gallery. She had sent it to me. It was a picture of her at work, just like a "Hey, hope you're having a good day," type text, so I had saved it to make as her contact photo, but forgot all about it. For two weeks afterwards, my wife is telling me I need to try to text her by talking about cumming on her glasses. I'm like, that's not at all what this is. I was unheard. She would say it again. She eventually let it go.
Then in September, I reached a boiling point, because my wife kept telling me to tell her a sexual fantasy that wasn't about her and wasn't emotional. I couldn't do it. This is a recurring thing, to the point I felt she was getting into me for not being able to tell her a purely sexual fantasy. I don't have any, and it felt dishonest to make one up, but I did keep trying to think of something. I couldn't. One night this turned into a fight, and it seemed at the root was that she wanted me to have something purely sexual to alleviate her not having anything else emotional on her end.
I had a terrible week that week. April noticed I was texting different (I never once and never have gone to her with my marital problems, never) and she sent me this extremely nice, supportive message. That night I was feeling better and shared with my wife why, because she took notice of it. This is the point I referred to as opening the door, because she asked to message her and I thought it might be productive. She seemed positive about it. My thought was, here's an example of what helped me, but instead it was an example of what she wasn't doing or something. But it took several days for her to morph and for me to grasp what happened.
Things have been shit since. She sent April a message on Fet, this long, well-written sincere message about how it's okay that we are talking, it's okay with her, but if we ever want to have sex, she'd need to be there, meaning my wife, etc.
Well, that's where this was going, first of all. Second of all, she deactivates her Fet right after. I found out because April messaged me and asked if my wife blocked her. After a few days, my wife rejoins and insists she's worked through it. Probably a week later, she talks to me about how this could potentially be a sister wife, just all this stuff that really did not sit well with me, at all.
I wasn't sure how to proceed, as now this relationship is completely different. They both say things, like they had a great talk, but I'm now on the outside. I have no idea what those talks were. My wife tells me that their communication is leading to a place where it needs to be between them. Still no idea what that means.
April says she's thought about adding me as a "crushing on," on Fet. We both decided the D/s label of "Protector and Protected" were more fitting. So we did that, and my wife said ten times how cute it was.
After that, all shit. And I could go through three more weeks of this drama, but I think you obviously see what I'm getting at here.
Now April isn't messaging her anymore, because she feels like my wife has made her feel like a potential homewrecker. April has been respectful of our relationship 100%, from the beginning, and only leaned into the kink shit once my wife took the reins. They are no longer speaking, so my wife takes that as she's trying to weasel into our relationship.
It's a shitshow. Everything about this hurts me. It all keeps manifesting itself in my wife telling me if a guy disrespected me, she'd drop him immediately, and me saying that's not what happened. And it just keeps being a cycle.
She did a half session one-on-one with our therapist earlier in the week, and for that night, it helped. The next morning she starting talking about me needing to find more sexual-only relationships and it led to a fight. I'm crying as she's leaving for work and she grabs her vibrator and batteries and leaves.
I wrote this post that afternoon, after a day of searching for some type of outlet. I have to say, the support here has been amazing. I have been so fortunate to have found this forum.
One pertinent note. When my wife reactivated her account, she posted this thing about how I'm collecting females and how, while I'm doing that, she'd like a male friend to play with. April saw this and immediately was questioning if that was my intention, and told me she had no intention being part of a collection.
It's a mess. I would've done it so much differently. I've never been in a situation anything like this. I've never cheated. I don't lie. None of this is in my wheelhouse, but I'm certainly getting a crash course in avoidance tactics.
As for your other question, my wife is convinced April wants more from me. My wife doesn't understand she pushed her away, and any effort trying to explain leads my wife to hear one thing to take objection to, and it's a fight all over again. Like I'm attacking her. It's not good.
I know there's so much work to be done here, but we've started.
Last night was good. We had a good discussion about how we see fidelity and had a good dinner, some positive physical contact. Hoping that runs into today and we can start to unpack all this. Being able to have this outlet is allowing me to set aside feeling heard for the time being, which is helping me not to start the cycle over by needing to get something out with her. I understand this isn't a long-term solution, but it's helping right now.
Last note, she said after therapy (and in therapy, apparently) that she wishes I would just fuck other women and never talk to them again. I told her I see sex as an exchange. It's always mutual, in my mind, if it's worth doing. She's taken a stand on that this week, that my focus should be on fucking random people without emotion, like at 45 I'm going to just become that person. How does one even begin such a journey? I have no idea.
Hope this helps. lol A lot of finger words.