It was 4:37 a.m. That's what was flashing on the alarm clock next to his bed. At 4:36, Calvin was fast asleep. Now, he wasn't sure if he could close his eyes again. "Great, another bout of insomnia," he thought. It was Saturday morning and while work was more than 48 hours away, he couldn't block out the thoughts about the merger. Had he gotten the necessary approvals on yesterday's document? Had he copied all of the right people? Had he copied any of the wrong people? Wide awake and frustrated, he rolled over onto his side.
Staring back at him was his wife, her eyes closed, her auburn hair softly framing the small features of her face. He watched her for a moment, her breathing rhythmic, with just a slight snore escaping her lips. She was fast asleep. She had come to bed after him Friday night. While they had been married just under a year, they had fallen out of the "honeymoon phase" of their marriage. Sex remained great, just not quite as frequent during those first five or six months.
The thought of sex brought Calvin's hand down to his boxers, where the fabric gently tented with his morning hardness. "4:30 in the morning? Really? Does this thing ever go to sleep?" Calvin thought to himself, already knowing the answer. He allowed his hand go give a gentle squeeze, sending a shiver of pleasure from his groin up his spine and down to his toes.
He was awake and horny, and knowing he was likely up for the day, Calvin leaned over, kissed his wife on the forehead, and eased out of bed. He grabbed a pair of basketball shorts and a sleeveless t-shirt from the top of a dresser, then silently crept out of the room, shutting the bedroom door behind him.
His first stop was to the bathroom, where the light quickly offended his eyes. Once adjusting, he glanced into the mirror, wondering when the slight bags under his bright blue eyes first appeared. At 30, Calvin was still proud of his physique, and the fact that his closely cropped black hair hadn't started retreating like many of his friends. But it now took a little more work to keep that six-pack intact, and he was also noticing those flecks of white that were starting to pop up amongst the black on his head. "When did I get so old?" he muttered to himself as he snuck into the living room.
With a morning hard-on still tugging at his thoughts, he flicked on the computer, hoping to quell his early-morning desire by watching whatever free porn he could find quickly, and quietly. By instinct, he checked his Facebook account to see who had posted about their Friday night. His eyes were quickly drawn to the top, showing he had a new personal message.
When he saw the name attached, the blood rushed almost rushed out of his body, only to get trapped at his suddenly rock hard cock.
"Susie"
Calvin didn't really know how it started. He hadn't seen or spoken to the girl in more than 10 years, when they both graduated from the same high school. In fact, Calvin couldn't remember speaking to her in high school either. He remembered that she was blond, he remembered thinking she was cute, and he remembered seeing her from behind, once, senior year, and marveling at what a great body she had. They were former classmates, and that was about it. Calvin followed her life through her status updates, but he did that with a lot of people. Maybe he followed Susie a little more closely than others, because Susie posted a lot, and they were usually fairly interesting. Or maybe it was because she always looked cute, but very sexy in all of the pictures she had on the site. But, again, pretty much all he knew about her was contained through her Facebook profile. And before two weeks ago, that's where she stayed.
Her first message, two weeks prior, was fairly innocent.
From Susie
Are you there? Are you awake?
It was sent at 3:30 a.m. on an early Sunday morning, and no, Calvin was not awake. But he was intrigued. He fired off a quick message the next morning, assuming it was meant as some kind of drunken accident or spammed message.
From Calvin
Hey, as you might imagine, I wasn't awake when I got your message. Was it too much fun last night, or did someone break into your account?
Susie replied that she was drunk, but that she'd had a dream about Calvin.
Susie
Me, being an idiot when I'm drunk, thought it was a great idea to let you know about this great dream I had. You were the star with me and it left me both satisfied and disappointed upon waking up.
Calvin was stunned as he finished that initial message. He had no idea how to respond. The first thought that popped into his head was that it was some kind of trick. Could his wife be playing some game to catch him cheating? No, that's ridiculous.
Maybe it was some kind of joke that someone was playing. Someone was surely on the other end, getting a good laugh at his, or her, expense. But that, too, seemed unlikely. Still, Calvin thought about simply deleting the message and forgetting all about it. Instead, he replied back.
From Calvin
Sounds like a fun dream. Fill me in on the details sometime.
It wasn't even a minute before he got a reply.
From Susie
There's no way I could share those details if I'm sober. Maybe another time.
That was two weeks ago, and for some reason, Calvin couldn't stop thinking about it. That first day, he had studied her profile a little closer. She has a boyfriend. And he couldn't remember for sure, but he thought she'd been married once.
A few days after that initial Facebook conversation, the thought of her message popped into his head while he was making love to his wife, "
It left me satisfied, and disappointed when I woke up"
. He wasn't sure, but he thought he felt himself grow a little bit harder with the memory of the message. As Calvin lay next to his wife afterward, he felt horrible, and vowed not to talk to this girl – woman – again.
And yet, here he was, two weeks later, staring at a computer screen at 5 a.m., trying to decide whether to open the message. Maybe if his wife had been awake, or it had been in the afternoon, or his dick wasn't straining to get out of his shorts, he could have mustered the willpower to delete it. But that wasn't the case. He felt only a slight pang of guilt as he clicked open the message.
From Susie
Are you awake?
He noted the time as just eight minutes prior. He was faced again with a decision. Close out Facebook, jerk off, crawl back into bed. Or, not.
From Calvin
It's 5 a.m. why wouldn't I be awake?
He hit send and stared at his screen. What if she had already gone to bed? What if his wife came out looking for him? How long was he going to wait? He hit the refresh button on his computer. Then he hit it again. Then again. And again. And the message popped back up.
From Susie
