When a music unit turned on and slowly amped with some music, Emma looks over her shoulder and studied Jason. He held a remote within his hand, and his expression looked different. His whole body seemed to look different. Maybe it was a change in atmosphere, or maybe he was flexing more than usual, but her blue eyes could not be ripped away from him. Then those words came out of his mouth, and her whole nervous system felt like it had been struck by lightning. He wanted her to dance for him. He wanted to witness her whore side, and when a wad of money plops down onto the coffee table and he orders her to dance and only strip when he tells her to, her muscles move on instinct. This would be completely new to her, but the rhythm of the music soothed her nerves, and her insides were engulfed within erotic flames.<br/><br/>Tossing her blonde hair back over her shoulder and turning to face the celebrity, Emma shakily breathed in and began to sway. She may not know any specific stripper routine, but she knew and worked enough of her body that her confidence in herself was enough to turn any man on. Her hands glide along her body as she moved and swayed and rolled her hips, and she made sure to circle from time to time or emphasize particular assets of hers. Her hands focusing on showcasing her ass and her chest and her hips and legs. She ignored the anxiety of possibly being seen from outside since they were in a suite in one of the highest floors of the hotel. She ignored the anxiety that there could possibly be hidden cameras since she thinks Jason’s management would be thorough in making sure his privacy was 100% his own. Emma just let herself dance, and even though her heart rate started to pick up after a little while, she kept going. She wanted this more than she initially thought. She wanted to be watched and admired. She wanted Jason to undress her with his eyes before ever asking for an article of clothing to be taken off. Her cheeks turn a soft pink, and her eyes would occasionally look at the cash resting on the coffee table. It all added to the fantasy. It made the sexual fires within her belly and between her legs burn hotter.<br/><br/>The first piece of clothing that went was her shirt. And after the shirt was tossed aside and her confidence restored, Emma made sure to squeeze her breasts together and caress around the orbs of flesh hidden within her bra as much as possible. Still twirling and moving her hips and showcasing the rest of her body as well. It was all exciting. Eventually she got into a groove, and a smile brightens the pretty wife’s lips as she approaches Jason and starts to dance a bit more seductively. She never actually touched him with her body, but instead she got so close that it tempted and teased him to try and feel and grope for himself. Emma was ready to be picked up and manhandled into the next century whenever his patience wears thin, and that was the moment she knew that she wanted to fully go through with this. To cheat on her husband and give into her dark desires. She wanted Jason, and every time she breathes out a gasp or bends over  or teases him with her thumbs edging the hem of her pants, she hoped he could sense her willingness.