When Jason started to put a bit more effort and detail into his words, Emma shivers in her seat on the couch. Her thighs clench around her hand, and her fingers continue to touch at her soaked pussy lips and swollen clit. That's when Jason starts to incorporate some roleplaying aspects to their call--mentioning her trip to an expensive lingerie store and pampered and given anything she wanted. He describes what she is wearing on this hypothetical visit, and she could imagine it. All of it. And she wanted it.<br/><br/>Pressing her fingers a little more roughly against her clit, Emma yelps and trembles in pleasure. When he asks if she understands, there's a wave of deep-seeded submission that rushes through her bloodstream. The wife looks at Jason through her phone, and she nods with the most desperate set of blue eyes she had ever given anyone. Jason was giving her orders, and she absolutely<i>lived </i>for it. Her fingers begin to get even more violent with their movements, and it was incredibly obvious what she was doing now. Even though she had a feeling that Jason was also doing something very similar.<br/><br/>Jason orders her to pour him some scotch and then dance for him, and Emma nods and gasps, trying to remember how to breathe. Her cheeks were burning with a blush, and she couldn't stop her movements. She was too deep in her arousal to stop, even if what she was doing was horribly cheating on her husband. He asks her if she'll be his whore that 'night', and her chest tightens as her throat closes up. Asking her to answer him during this heated moment of descriptions and impromptu roleplaying was something that caught her by surprise.<br/><br/>This was indeed the time where she either makes or breaks this situation. Does she encourage the behavior, continue touching herself, and ultimately climax with Jason on the phone? Or does she profusely apologize for ever going this far with Jason, beg for forgiveness, and then guiltily make it up to Daniel even though he has (and will have) no idea about any of this? Her heart pounds inside her ribcage, and it felt like one of them could crack with how violent it was beating. Even though she was undergoing this mental/emotional conflict, her fingers never ceased in their rubbing and gentle squeezing. Her thighs shook around her wrist, and her toes curled into the couch cushion as her breathing became more ragged.<br/><br/>Before she could think a single thought more, Emma gasps and feels herself edging close to her climax. Studying the way Jason looked through the phone, the young wife couldn't help herself. This was surreal. Who knew if she could ever get a chance like this again? Even with the twisting pain of guilt festering inside the pit of her stomach, Emma's suppressed sexuality won.<br/><br/>"Yes. I'll be your whore," she whimpers out, and seconds later, she was trembling and clenching and arching so hard that she nearly dropped her phone. A broken cry of a moan escapes her throat, and the wife climaxes to the thought of being Jason's dirty squeeze for a night.<br/><br/>Literally gasping for air as if she just came up from nearly drowning, Emma's hand yanks itself away from her pulsing, creamy pussy and turns her head to press her face into the back of the couch. "Oh god.. Oh my god.. I.. I came.." Emma confesses in between heaving breaths, eventually returning her attention to her phone and trying to ignore how hot her face looked. "I feel dirty, but I also.. I don't care," she explains, raising her eyebrows, hoping that Jason understands what she is saying. "This is certainly the most heated therapy session I've ever had," Emma jokes out, giggling at her humor and shuddering out small moans when her pussy flashed with sporadic pulses.