Emma was happy that Jason could find the thin, silver lining within this whole situation. That he still had his humor. It didn't really surprise the wife when the celebrity mentions that he's done something like this with another married woman. He's so famous and gorgeous that any woman would jump at the offer of spending time with him or possibly even getting into his bed. As previously shown, Emma was obviously one of those women, even though she never considered herself to go as far as masturbating with Jason over the phone. The blonde woman curls some of her hair around an ear, and she blushes softly to herself at the thought. Maybe she<i>was </i>more sexually adventurous than initially diagnosed.<br/><br/>Her thoughts are redirected to reality though whenever Jason starts to talk about the downsides of meeting up in public places. Emma hadn't even considered the paparazzi and what kind of exposure would come from that. She'd be photographed and shipped to every teenage pop magazine out there in the country. She'd make celebrity drama news on YouTube. No, she couldn't be seen with him in public. It would be too easy to get spotted, and the information would also be easier to come back to her husband--whom she loves deeply and would never want to hurt... Regardless of what she just did a few minutes ago.<br/><br/>Blue eyes flash up at the phone screen when Jason suggests something that tugged at her heart with guilt and excitement simultaneously. He could send a car to come pick her up and deliver her to the hotel where he was currently staying at. For a brief second, Emma had forgotten that Jason was indeed staying in her city. He promises her that she'd be back home before Daniel would, and he mentions how early in the day it still is. There was still so much time left in the day. Who knows how much she could do...before Daniel started to head home from work... Her breath hitches at the thought; her mind undergoing the hardest and roughest game of tug-of-war that it has ever hosted.<br/><br/>No, it's awful enough that she's done such an erotic and horrible thing with Jason over the video-call.<br/>But still, this was a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity, and it's not like they're complete strangers...<br/>What would Daniel do if he ever found out about it?<br/>What<i>would </i>Daniel do if he ever found out about it...?<br/><br/>A bottom lip gets tugged between her pretty teeth as she chews nervously at the flesh. With his cuckolding kink/fantasy brought into thought, would her husband be okay with it? Would he even encourage it? Doll her up and ship her away to Jason to be ruined--sent back to be fixed and prepared for his next use. So many questions and images and fantasies bombarded the poor wife's mind that she nearly draws blood from her lip.<br/><br/>What would she say if she was ever caught? What would she do if Daniel demanded an explanation? How would she feel? Would she feel hopeless, guilty, and desperate for forgiveness? Or would she feel proud for asserting herself and getting what she wanted?<br/><br/>Was this...what she wanted?<br/><br/>Emma's blue eyes search the floor for answers as her breathing picks up and her cheeks heat up with a blush. Her lips tremble, as if she was beginning to say something, and she studies his naked body that peeked between the fabric of his fluffy robe. Frantically, she thinks about the time and mentally--in no certain terms or words--cried 'fuck it' and started nodding her head.<i>Oh my god. Oh my god this is happening. </i>She thinks to herself before putting her wants into words.<br/><br/>"Yes. Send the car," Emma answers Jason and makes eye contact with the celebrity. She was seriously going through with it now. She said it, and she keeps to her word. "I'll go get ready," she quickly says before ending the video call, typing her address into the private chat, and lets her phone drop to the carpeted floor. "Oh my god oh my god<i>oh my god</i>!" She yells across the empty house and sinks her fingers into her hair. "What am I doing?!" Emma yells some more before getting up from the floor and rushing into her bedroom. As she feels completely bamboozled from what just happened and what she agreed to, the young woman changes into a new pair of underwear and completely different outfit. Her mind was in another world as she brushes her teeth and hair and mutters quietly to herself about how crazy this whole idea was.<br/><br/>Maybe, if she convinces herself that nothing sexual will happen whenever she visits him at his hotel room, she'll feel better. She won't feel as torn and conflicted. Reasoning and justifying a classic cheater's move, that's what she's succumbed to. Even so, she still keeps getting ready and checks her phone and window to see when the car arrives to pick her up. Repeatedly telling herself that this was crazy, Emma's heart felt like it was going to burst from her chest, and when the car pulls into her driveway, she excitedly leaves her house and gets in before her guilt could drag her back into her home. "Holy cow this is crazy," she says as jitters tingle up and down her spine. She made sure to bring her phone in case her husband calls and wants to know what she's been up to.<br/><br/>The car leaves her driveway with her in it, and she watches the neighborhood turn into streets that eventually transform into the parking garage next to the hotel Jason resided in. The car driver suggests she goes in the back way and mentions that Jason sent for her if any employee asks why she's entering through such a means. Emma nods and hesitantly leaves the car, walking up to the backway door and stepping inside; fresh, cold air conditioning hitting her face as she could smell the clean fabric softener coming from the washed towels and sheets. Finding an employee and being directed towards the elevator whenever she mentions Jason's request, the married woman patiently rides the elevator in silence. She was really doing this. And when she steps up to the hotel room door and knocks, she figures there's no going back now.