Almost

Jason goes back into his room to find his wife trying to fall asleep. She's laying on her back and, while she says she can fall asleep that way he knows better. "What's wrong?" He asks, though he is pretty sure he knows that too.

"Do you ever have... urges, and technically they're not wrong but they feel wrong?" She asks.

"Can't say I do," he says, knowing that his urges are wrong at every level. "These urges, um, what kind of harm will they actually do? Like, physically or..?" He says, careful to phrase his questions not as a yes or no. He strips off his clothes and lays down next to her.

"No, nothing like that," she says. "I don't think there's any kind of direct harm."

"Is this a 'what they won't know won't hurt them' kind of situation?"

"Yeah, actually. I'm really worried that this thing I'm interested in will hurt someone if they find out about it."

Jason considers how he wants to proceed. His wife's weight shifts on the bed and she's turned away from him. "How much do you want to do this thing? Is it so appealing that you don't care as much about the ethical issues?"

She pauses and sighs deeply, "yeah I guess so. I'm just worried what that says about me."

He pats her on the butt lovingly. "I think it says you're human. If you're going to do this thing, try your best to make sure the person doesn't find out about it. And don't let guilt get in your way of having fun. You can do that, right?"

"I think so. Thanks, Jason I feel a lot better."

"That's my job."

After Willow had fallen asleep, Jason whispers, "can I access my cameras on my phone too, and do I have cameras in the Walsh's house?" And a new app appears on his screen. He taps it, selects the Walsh's house and begins searching through it, putting on a pair of earbuds. Boringly, Mr. Walsh is asleep in bed and Mrs. Walsh is watching some show on Netflix idly while she knits.

He watches the older woman and thinks that, in terms of appearance, she matches her husband pretty well. Neither are attractive, but she isn't ugly. Jason doesn't think she was probably ever pretty either.

He asks, "does she exclusively read books about men sexually dominating harems? Is that her fetish and did she marry Frank because she thought he had that urge deep down?" Behind her, on the book shelf, appears quite a few hardcover books that conspicuously lack covers. Her behavior has not changed.

"Did she see when he tried to sneak sex toys and sexy clothing to work this morning and connect it to the call we had last night?" He urges. That's what he's talking about! Caitlyn now has the TV off, but her laptop open to Willow's Facebook page. She's clicking through pictures and playing with herself, legs apart.

Jason watches for a while, ignoring his own erection. This isn't worth playing with himself. Not with an idea forming.

Caitlyn continues playing with herself, pushing three, then four fingers into herself. She clicks onto another picture ("Did Aubrey take photos of Willow in a bikini last time she came over?"). Caitlyn closes her eyes and let's her head fall back, groaning. She puts her other hand around her throat and squeezes.

"Do you want to go encourage your husband and give him the 'okay' to proceed?"

Caitlyn stops, grinning, having come to a decision. Jason follows her through the halls until he gets to their bedroom. In it, Caitlyn is slowly opening the door and crawls under the covers from the base of the bed. Jason can't see anything under the covers, but can tell where the blanket stopped moving where Caitlyn is. The blanket begins bobbing just above Frank's crotch. Frank blinks his eyes open slowly and, after a bit, pulls the covers off.

"Hi Honey," Caitlyn says, stroking his cock with her hand whenever her mouth isn't around it. "Pretend I'm that whore, Willow."

Now that's interesting.