I wasn't sure how far I could go, much less how far I wanted to go. I was torn between my madly fluttering heart and my hesitant, somewhat conventiona... mind. My fingers slowly, languidly moved up and down, between my breasts, and over the creamy mounds of exposed breasts while I hesitated. And then suddenly, I heard you behind me."Open it, Vanessa. Open it the rest of the way."Your voice had that same deep note of arousal I was responding to in the voices below. I froze in place, embarrassed at. I hadn’t heard this guy or seen him other than a few times walking into her work, and now both of them in the break room, my wife eating his cum after giving him a full-frontal fetish show, his excited cock, and now him talking about “so what else you wanna do, you weird slut?” and she said “I don’t know” and was generally avoidant. Near the end of her sandwich, he said “I’ll cook you up more cum for lunch from now on” and she said “okay” and that is what did it for me! I didn’t tell her that. ”“To the best of your recollection.” She smiled sadly and stood.I walked around and helped her out of the car, she hugged me and gave me a slight kiss on my cheek before walking to her door. I watched her close the door, got back in my car and drove home, where I sat on the couch and cried myself to sleep.“Dad” “Who?” “You Dad.” “I’m not a dad.” “Yes you are and you are a husband.” “What?” “It is almost time to come home.”I woke up in a cold sweat. What the hell was that? I hated these dreams.. I will reward and punish her for her efforts and failures. But I will take the time to hear her thoughts and nurture her as she grows.C. My sub is a precious thing to me, and I seek to make her strong and powerful. I am aware that she may dislike some of my choices, and I know that my word is the final authority in all matters. I will, however, listen to her opinions and thoughts with respect and consider them. Her needs outweigh her preferences, and it is my duty to ensure she understands.