Emma watched in awe when Jason climaxes before her as they face-timed. She watches his thick, white cum shoot out of his long cock and land on his tummy and pecks. It was truly a sight to behold, and it was so exhilaratingly sexy that Emma cums a second time against her fingers. Arching and trembling and fighting to catch her breath, the wife whimpers out moans and sits up against the foot of the couch behind her. Her knees look red, and her thighs feel a bit tense. Her mind reels from the pleasure as she tries her best to keep her phone up at a decent angle, even though her hand felt like wanting to fall from the wrist.<br/><br/>The young woman couldn’t help but chuckle when Jason asks whether she’d enjoy being paid for or not. “Like a prostitute?” Emma asks in between her chuckles, shrugging her shoulders and shaking her head. “I’m not hurting for money. I don’t think you have to pay for me,” she softly explains, smiling as her climax blush begins to ebb away from her cheeks. “I’m not worth exuberant amounts of money anyway, I mean, I barely know how to do anything in the bedroom,” she then confesses; her pussy pulsing in a random pattern as her muscles spasm now and again. “Just hand me a couple dollars and I can grab some coffee or something,” she giggles out, happy to be able to make small jokes during what should be a devastating moment. She had pretty much committed adultery with Jason against Daniel, and yet here she was poking fun at being called a prostitute.<br/><br/>“D’you feel alright?” Emma then asks, compassionate concern bubbling inside of her, wanting to make sure that Jason was okay after doing something like this with her. Which also, should have made her feel completely broken, and yet, SHE was the one asking him if he was alright. The blonde wife achingly gets up from the floor with a groan and keeps Jason as her company as she heads into the kitchen to get herself some water. “You should drink some water,” she distracts herself further from the festering guilt she was bound to sink into any second now. Pouring herself some purified water from her filter, Emma then drinks and feels the cold water travel down her throat and rest within her hot stomach. “Gotta stay hydrated,” she murmurs, finding herself barely looking at her phone anymore. A definite sign that she was beginning to feel uneasy.<br/><br/>When she sets her glass of water down, she heaves out a sigh, and the wave hits. Staring down at the counter and chewing at her bottom lip. “I’ve obviously done something awful,” she states, her blue eyes studying the marbling of the countertop. Her heart rate picks up, and she can feel her blood pump faster through her veins and arteries, especially the ones in her neck. “But I’m worried that I’m not feeling as bad as I should be,” Emma worries, finally picking her gaze up and watching Jason through the screen. “Is that something to be concerned about? Have I been meditating on this longer than I thought? Do I love Daniel as much as I think I do?” She asks herself out loud, not really asking Jason, even though he was more than welcome to put his 2 cents in. “Because if I love Daniel, I shouldn’t have done what I just did. But I did, and I’m not crying my eyes out and begging him for forgiveness. Does that make me a bad person?” Emma further contemplates, groaning and rubbing at her eyes with the free hand she has.<br/><br/>“I really feel like this whole cuckolding thing that Daniel’s recently discovered has made things weird. It’s changed our usual dynamic. It’s made me dig into my own likes and dislikes and hidden kinks, and I guess I liked you and degradation more than I realized,” she mumbles, pursing her lips and sighing from her nose. “Anyway!” Emma tries to change the subject and clears her throat, drinking more of her water. “You wanna meet up for coffee sometime?” She suddenly asks, feeling super outgoing at the moment, which was very different for her. “We obviously need to talk about what we want this...thing between us to turn into, and I’m getting kind of tired of these video chats,” she explains, chewing at the inside of her left cheek. “I’m getting a little wary of staying here in the house all day every day as well,” Emma confesses before lifting her hand. “I know your life is much more...lively and busy than mine. So if you can’t meet up for coffee, it’s not going to hurt my feelings,” she says, offering a reassuring smile.