It felt a little convenient and weird that Jason was into the same kind of lewd outfits that her husband found intriguing, but Emma didn’t let that deter her away from chatting with the famous man over video call. A smile was nervously prominent on the young wife’s lips whenever Jason calls out her redirection and demands to know what else happened that night. Wanting to know the contents of the film and what exactly she wore later that evening. A blush burned upon the woman’s cheeks, but she sighed out an embarrassed giggle. “Fine! Fine..” Emma submits to Jason’s playful prodding and gets comfortable in her seat on the couch. Pulling at the end of her summer dress out of instinct to keep her legs modestly covered. “It was a Diane Lane film about a woman cheating on her husband with a secret lover...or something like that. Very graphic. Quite shocking to be honest,” Emma confesses, blushing hotter at the remembrance of watching such a...pornographic movie with her husband.<br/><br/>“As for what happened between me and Daniel...” she trails off, biting at her lower lip as her eyes also distract themselves away from Jason’s curious gaze on her phone. She began to become embarrassed; spilling details as if she was gal-pal chatting with a friend...who just happens to be a million-record-selling artist sitting in a robe in his hotel room. Her free hand lifts and covers her eyes to keep herself from seeing Jason’s reaction. “Yes, it was different, and I did like it. I only wore a choker and some black heels...” she explains. “It was.. It was more lewd. More kinky. More wild. I think I liked it<i>better</i>than our normal vanilla...” she breathes out, shocked at her slow discovery. “But don’t ever tell Daniel I said that,” she immediately points at the camera with a look that could strike the fear of God into a scolded child. “Maybe it just felt better because we were already a bit riled up from the movie. The anticipation, you know?” Emma tries to reason, not wanting to imagine that she could possibly be intrigued by the more...provocative side of sex and foreplay. Even though she’d be shooting herself in the foot if she ever denied that last night was super fun and extremely enjoyable. She gives a flustered ‘Ugh’ and shrugs and shakes her head. “I don’t know. Jason, change the topic,” Emma begs with wide blue eyes and a brief, pouty lip, her fingers pulling at her summer dress again.<br/><br/><b><i>~*~</i></b><br/><br/>After their video chat, Emma wished Jason a good rest of the day over text and went to go check on the kitchen. It definitely needed some cleaning before Daniel got home. So she tasked herself with some dishes and prepping for dinner early since she’d already be in there. Resting her hands on the counter beside her stovetop, Emma exhales a deep breath. Her mind going back to what happened the night before and then how she felt about telling Jason such details. Her personal feelings towards the matter. She bites at her bottom lip again, and she raises a thumbnail to her teeth as she stares off at the backsplash of the wall. It felt embarrassing, but also really exciting. To disclose such intimate information to someone she’s only seen once in person. Her mind running wild as to what he could possibly do with that information. Keep it to himself? Tell his friends? Hold it over her head as some sort of blackmail so that he could make her do his bidding? Sensual tingles mingle with her jittery nerves, and she could feel herself getting aroused.<br/><br/>“Oh stop it,” Emma dryly chuckles out and rips her nail away from her worrying teeth. Moving away from the counter and shaking her head. “That’s wrong and you know it,” she tells herself, even though her thighs squeezing together seemed to have an opposing opinion. Chuckling more and placing her elbows on the closest corners of her sink and gently gripping at her bowed head. A long ‘aaaahhh!’ coming from her as she couldn’t figure out any other way to express herself. Her knees shake briefly, and her cheeks were burning behind the curtain of her blonde hair. Would she really be upset if Jason took advantage of that information? Why would he tell his friends anyway? Emma’s no rockstar like him. Her bedroom wiles weren’t anything that a journalist would want to write about. No... Emma is more focused on the blackmail aspect of it. And she doesn’t know how to feel about that. She found it completely ironic that she watched a movie with her husband regarding a subject that her current situation with Jason could potentially lead if she doesn’t stay careful. Would Emma even<i>consider</i>cheating on her husband? Was Jason<i>that</i>alluring to her? “God...” Emma whines out, closing her eyes and feeling her forehead rest on the cold steel of the sink.