She wasn’t going to lie, it was going to suck the few days that Daniel would be gone on business. But she couldn’t demand him to stay because the both of them knew that living in this house and her living a job-less life costs A LOT of money. The economy wasn’t what it used to be, and single income families felt like a thing of the past—never to be seen again. The pay raise and promotion would surely help them settle even more comfortably when they do finally conceive and have a baby. So all-in-all, Emma would have to buckle down and deal with the depressed boredom that comes with staying home all day and sleeping alone during the nights. The wife continues to watch the television show that her husband eventually chose when there seemed to be nothing else to watch. Almost choking on her food whenever Daniel trails off on the word ‘webcam’ because she had zoned out and thought he was asking her about her secret chats with Jason, Emma clears her throat and swallows the rest of her food down with a sip of water. There was no way he’d know about her conversations with Jason. She wasn’t proud of it, but she can hide anything pretty well—a skill she’ll later hone when needing to stash children’s Halloween candy or Christmas presents. The wife nods, agreeing to webcam chatting whenever Daniel is away on his business trip. He says ‘webcam’ again, and his eyes glaze over as his mind takes him elsewhere. The wife’s blue gaze narrows for a second before loosening back up.<br/><br/>Emma grins, almost in a confused way because of how often Daniel has been saying ‘I’m out of my mind’ or ‘I don’t know what’s gotten into me.’ It literally makes her scoff and look at her husband with amused, curious eyes. He confesses that he’s been really horny lately, and it doesn’t take a rocket scientist to deduce that. What boggles the wife is why he seems to be beating around the bush about something that maybe he’s not comfortable sharing yet. And even though she respects his privacy and boundaries, the way he keeps giving her little hints and tastes and then entirely pulls away was beginning to agitate Emma.<i>Going where?!</i>Emma’s mind screams in frustrated curiosity as she eats more of her Chinese food; letting him talk himself in circles until she finds a good enough foothold to interject. Where was his mind going, and why wasn’t she allowed to know of the location? He suggests that she thinks he’s going insane, and Emma shakes her head in denial; shooting down any self-doubt with the head gesture.<br/><br/>“I know it’s not my job to sexually entertain you. Even though I do try and appease your sexual wants and needs as often as possible,” Emma responds, looking up from her dinner and finding herself tingling a little bit between her legs. Exhaling slowly from her nose, she centers herself and decides that she can’t get aroused until they’re finished with dinner and this oddly repetitive conversation. “I am your wife after all, and the thought of you turning to other outlets for sexual stimulation when I’m available and willing hurts my feelings,” Emma confesses, chewing at the inside of her bottom lip for a brief moment. “Even though I know you’d never go through with something like that...without my consent anyway..” she trails off, starting to feel unsure, wondering why she said that. Was she having doubts about herself now? Was he sneaking behind her back and doing sexual things unbeknownst to her? Is that why he’s been really horny lately? Does she really have any room to judge because she’s going behind Daniel’s back and having secret conversations with Jason...?<i>Yeah but it’s nothing sexual..</i>Emma tries to reason in her head, even though she knew the act itself was wrong and will eventually be hurtful to her husband.<br/><br/>Slowly sinking her chopsticks into the thick of her Chinese food, Emma looks up at her husband and shakily breathes. Her cheeks warm with a blush. She’ll never delve into sexual play with Jason, no matter how handsome the famous man is. Unless ... no. No, Daniel would never allow that. A soft silence fills the dining room, and the wife’s cheeks burn hotter with the blush as her mind couldn’t help but adventure into the realm of hypothetical possibilities she just opened.