It was nice to know that she was able to get her husband to climax a second time just by the use of her words. This cuckolding fantasy was stronger and more influential than Emma initially thought, and she'll definitely remember this. By the time Daniel got up onto his knees, yanked his wife towards him, inserted and inseminated for the second time this evening, Emma was floating in bliss. Two loads of semen painted her inner walls, and her heart clenched in hope that maybe this time he'll impregnate her. Her husband collapses on top of her and presses passionate kisses to her lips, saying how hot that was for him. Emma smiles, and even though her cheeks were warm from the previous activity, she could feel her blush heat her cheeks up even more. Her blue eyes lift and meet Daniel's gaze when he amusedly asks about her wanting him to watch. Emma scoffs quietly and chuckles with a roll of her eyes. Just from that, Daniel could probably assume that it wasn't a real request. It was just for his pleasure since he had playfully roped her into roleplaying with him.<br/><br/>Sleep came very easily to Emma, despite being a little dirty and snuggling with sticky fluids mixed between them. When morning arrived, Daniel woke up and got out of bed before her. Her body stretches hard across the open bed; muscles relaxing herself back into sleep. She wasn't quite ready to get up and start the day. So while she laid in their bed, amidst the scent of last night's play, Emma listened to Daniel take a shower. The downside to it was: the sound of running water convinced her that a bathroom visit was in order as soon as her husband left the shower and went to go do his little workout. It was relaxing to listen to the shower running, even though the urge to pee grew the longer she laid in their soiled bed. Emma made a mental note to replace the bedsheets today and wash these before they get musty and gross. Cleanliness is next to godliness you know. Daniel left their master bathroom and headed to his workout area. As soon as he left, the young wife rolls out of bed and waddles her way into the bathroom to relieve herself. She could smell the scent of his seed between her legs, and the hope that she becomes pregnant ignites inside her heart again.<br/><br/>After using the bathroom and taking her own small shower, Emma wraps herself up in a robe and emerges into the kitchen to see her husband sitting there. "Good morning," Emma nearly purrs out as a hand outstretches and caresses her fingers through his hair. She circles around his backside and leans over his shoulder to press a kiss to his cheek. "Breakfast?" She asks, walking towards the stovetop and searching the nearby cabinets and fridge for something to make for the morning. The wife knew her husband would be thinking over what happened last night; he has a habit of reliving things or events that own a shred of importance to him. So, to keep him from rabbit-holing too deep this early in the day, Emma keeps quiet about what happened last night and asks him what he wants for breakfast, even though she too was reminiscing over it. Deciding to cook eggs, bacon, toast, and maybe a pancake or two if she had enough time, the wife is surprised to find herself yawning while scrambling the eggs and adding salt and pepper to them. She hoped Daniel would start some kind of conversation just to let Emma know where his mind was this morning. But when silence filled with the sizzling of their food is the only thing the wife is listening to, she decides to drop the subject and relish in the aesthetic of cooking breakfast. "I love you," she softly murmurs over her shoulder towards her husband, smiling to herself before focusing on their food.<br/><br/>~*~<br/><br/>The weekend went by in a flash, as it usually does. When people finally have the time to relax together and spend time, it's like the world spins a little faster. Which wasn't always fine for Emma. She has the love languages of physical touch and quality time, and not getting much of either during the workweek really bothered her. So she never took the weekends for granted. Regardless of her pure, loving intentions, the poor woman seemed to always feel disappointed when Sunday came to a close. The only chores she did during the weekend were dishes from dinner and definitely washing the bedsheets and her lingerie. She always liked to keep her delicates cleaned as much as possible.<br/><br/>"Have a good day at work, Honey," Emma says in between her goodbye kisses to her husband. "Let me know what you want for dinner tonight whenever you find the time," she requests as she hands Daniel his work suitcase and makes sure his tie is nice and straight. "When is the business trip again?" She then asks before he has to rush out the door.