He looked at the young wife and she considered what he had said and he realized he was close to the mark, not being egotistical enough to think he had hit the nail right on the head. It made a lot of sense really. Emma had never been with anyone else before, the pressure of being with someone else, with her husbands consent and approval would be too much. Like being sent off to be a porn star or sexual entertainer of sorts knowing you had to come back with all of these exciting stories.<br/><br/>"You have never been with anyone else though it is scary for you, I get that. The idea that Daniel sends you off to be with someone else. You have the pressure of being with someone new as well as... " he was still choosing his words carefully, "well, knowing you have to come back and recount it, entertain Daniel with what happened not to mention, well, would you like the experience? Would he like it, if it really happened, not all fantasies are cracked up to be as good as they sound" he said to her.<br/><br/>He could sense that she was deflated when he mentioned her as a friend. He realized that she was just as attracted to him as he was to her. That he would be the one she would take the first steps into cuckolding with. That she would break her vows with him, because of him. That she was very comfortable with the idea that Daniel would know about this.<br/><br/>Jason didn't say anything, not at first, nor did he follow her to the window. He picked up the small remote control unit and turned some music on. He wanted this to be special, different for Emma. He wanted to entertain her imagination which he knew she had.<br/><br/>"Dance for me Emma, be my whore" he said to her going back to their earlier webcam sexcapade.<br/><br/>"Dance. Only take things off when I tell you to" he added, opening a nearby drawer and taking out a wad of cash, throwing it on the coffee table. This would not be a straight forward fuck session. She would become so much more.