Cal toyed with his phone. It was, technically, quite late, but he was wired, pumped up from the lecture he'd given earlier that day. He'd had dinner with the president of the American Psychological Association and then beers at the bar with other people of importance; experts in their respective fields, just like him. He surprised himself with how much he was genuinely interested in what they had to say. He must have come full circle; could actually be ok outside of his wife's presence. They had been married a gazillion years after all so perhaps it was inevitable. Was he bored with her? The thought worried him. He closed his eyes and saw her, could feel her body beneath his, knew exactly the way it felt to drive into her. He felt a throb start in his groin and, satisfied that nope, he still wanted her, opened his eyes again.

The hotel room was nice but it wasn't home and he certainly wasn't used to being alone, even if he could stand to be social again. He remembered a time when all he wanted to do was be home with his wife and kids. Gillian teased him about mellowing out in his old age. That was actually true. He was more willing to just go with the flow. Not that he was old. Absolutely not. He was still going to deny that every chance he got. He could pass for his very late forties if he tried.

Finally his phone buzzed and he opened the text with a drag of his finger. HEADED 2 BED 2. WANT ME 2 CALL?

Cal thought for a moment. He was ready for bed himself. He'd done his teeth and undressed. He always found hotel rooms warm and this one was no exception, so he was in his boxer-briefs only, propped up against the head of the bed. He should be going to sleep. He had another early address tomorrow, a question and answer scenario. He used to hate doing these conferences too. The last one he'd gone to had been a disaster, at least on a personal level; screwing Gillian when they were very drunk and not even together. He hadn't even been a speaker that time. And he'd avoided them since then. He'd done very well. That had been so long ago.

NAH. ALL GOOD. WHAT U WEARIN?

Gillian had gone to a few local meetings, she always did, because networking was supposed to be good for them. But she never went out of town. She had the kids to worry about. Not that Cal couldn't handle them. Actually, she never went out of town ever; business or for something personal. Neither of them did. Not since they'd had kids. Except for that time in Seattle.

LOL WULDNT U LIKE TO KNOW? :P PJS COS UR NOT HERE 2 KEEP ME WARM

Cal replied quickly.

I AM IN SPIRIT DARLIN. JUST PRETEND THATS MY HAND IN UR PANTS

Cal chuckled as he hit send. He wondered what she would say to that. Probably something dismissive. He expected a subject change. The next message came back quickly. She must be settled now, focussed on texting him.

THIS 1? JUST DOESNT FEEL THE SAME WHEN I DO IT. U RUINED ME

Cal sat up straighter, his heart starting to beat a little more intensely. Was she really? No. She... she was just talking... She had to be. Gillian didn't... Well she did. When he wasn't there. So maybe she was. His mouth went dry.

SHOW ME

She wouldn't reply to that. Surely. Or she'd just change the subject with another quip. Cal gripped his phone hard, waiting. He willed her to hurry up and answer. When his phone buzzed again he flinched. He opened the message, noting the image attached before it had loaded. It was a picture of her pelvis, her arm disappearing beneath her pyjama bottoms. Oh fucking hell! Cal felt his groin start to throb. He toyed with calling her. He... he wanted to but he also didn't want to be disappointed if she wasn't really. He studied the image carefully. It was definitely their bed room; he recognised the furniture and bed sheets and her pyjamas too, even though she rarely actually wore them in bed. If she was wondering around the house, yes. He took a deep breath, calmed down a bit and looked again. Glasses would help. He got up to get them from the table, noting he was a little stiff. Then he took his phone back to the lamp beside the bed and studied it again. He could see underwear but he wasn't quite sure if her arm was over or under...

The buzzing of his phone made him flinch harder this time.

WHERED U GO?

Cal answered without thinking too hard about it.

2 GET HAND LOTION

Cal settled on the bed again. So even if she wasn't really touching herself, oh god the thought of it was delicious, he didn't need to know one way or the other. She was clearly in the mood for some naughtiness. Sexting would be enough. It would be enough for him and Gillian could do whatever she wanted at her end of things, pun intended. Cal could ask her about it when he got home. Then he could have fun trying to read it off her face.

OOOH GOOD IDEA. SHAME ITS NOT SUITABLE FOR INTERNAL USE. ILL HAVE 2 USE SOMETHING ELSE

Cal groaned. His mind conjuring up images of her writhing, back arching off the mattress, face red, skin warm. Oh geeze. His groin throbbed harder. Serious naughtiness. He squirmed and had to take a second to get his thoughts back together. He thought of something dirtier than what she'd said but hesitated before sending. Maybe that was too much. Too graphic? They'd not done this before. Sometimes she shied away from different or new sexual boundaries. He deleted the characters and tried again.

I LIKE URS

That was better. So then he went back to waiting. His heart rated dropped again and his breathing evened out.

EVER THE GENTLEMAN. WHAT R U WEARING?

Cal smiled. That was an easy one.

UNDIES ONLY

COULD I PERSUADE U 2 TAKE THEM OFF?

DEPENDS. MITE B DISTRACTIN 4 U... THINKING BOUT ME. U WONT B ABLE 2 SLEEP AT ALL 2NITE

There was a pause before there was a response.

LOL YOU R RIGHT. INCREDIBLY DISTRACTING... DO U MISS ME?

Oh well that was a no brainer.

COURSE I MISS U! WILL B HOME SOON. LOOKIN 4 WARD 2 IT :D ;)

IS THAT COS THE REUNION SEX BETWEEN U AND ME IS SO FUCKING HOT?

Cal groaned. It really was. And she seemed so very determined to carry on this conversation.

ALREADY PLANNING THE DIRTY THINGS IM GOING 2 DO 2 U

The response was rapid.

TELL ME