No, and he furthers her submission to him

"Thought of a few changes to make while at work," William hummed as Casey's mind slowed down thanks to the glasses, "Set Casey's interest in vaginal sex to 10. Set Casey's inhibitions to a minimum level. Make it so that whenever Casey is in the presence of me, she fully believes she is my slave, existing to serve me in any way I wish, with no limits to what she'll do for me. She'll never tell anybody she thinks that, but she also won't hesitate to do whatever I ask, no matter who else is around. Obeying every whim of her husband is what a good wife does, in Casey's opinion. End session. Casey will not remember the changes."

As the glasses died down, Casey looked back at her husband with a renewed sense of devotion. A wife's job was to be a slave to her husband, obeying him without question. Even if he wasn't the man she was the most attracted to, she intended on being an obedient wife.

"What shall we do next, Master?" Casey asked. She'd enjoyed fucking her boss and her neighbour, but serving her husband was her true purpose in life. She was his slave. When he was home, she existed solely for him.

"I was thinking we'd go out," he said, as he tucked his cock away, "Have a nice dinner date."

"Mmm, of course," she smiled, as she moved to stand up, "Let me just get dre-"

"No. You don't need clothes," he said, as he grabbed a leash, and attached it to the collar she was wearing, "Just shoes. I want to show off how good of a wife you are."

"Whatever you say, Master," she smiled, and happily followed him out of the house wearing only her collar and shoes, and he let her suck his cock as he drove to the restaurant. How was she supposed to look forward to food when her favourite treat was already being given to her, though?