So Annie had a new sub come over. She’d met him online, talked to him for a while, vetted him the way she does, and decided he could come by for a first visit. I was there for two reasons. One, safety. Two, the reminder that she can do whatever she wishes. And on this particular day, what she wished for was to have him focus on her while I watched.

He stripped when she told him to. No hesitation. I will say this: he was what you’d call a grower. At first glance, nothing outrageous. But once things got going, it was… impressive. The kind of transformation that makes you blink twice. I may have raised an eyebrow.

Annie, of course, didn’t blink at all.

She had him exactly where she wanted him. Calm. Focused. Eager to please. And I stood there, watching, very aware that this was both about her pleasure and about my position in the room. She didn’t hide anything. She wanted me to see it. To see him. To see her enjoying it.

After she was done and dismissed him, he headed to the front room to get dressed. That’s when the tone shifted from charged to almost casual. We started chatting. Turns out he works as a grower.

Marijuana grower.

I laughed when he said it. I thought he was joking at first, but he wasn’t. And then he reached into his bag and handed me a package. A full ounce. His own product. Quality stuff too.

Apparently Annie had thought of me.

That was her little bonus surprise. She had negotiated her pleasure and my perk in the same visit. Efficient, if nothing else.

As he left, I stood there holding the bag, shaking my head. Only in my life does a man come over, focus entirely on my wife, and leave me with a gift on his way out.

Annie just smiled at me and said he might be back soon. Next time, she hinted, she might take things further with him.

And I’m not going to lie. Between the grower in the bedroom and the grower in the garage, I’m oddly curious about that next visit.