After a few moments of watching and comprehending, she had James lead her to the dance floor. To move like this after so long! To be in the company of the most handsome man she had ever seen! She drank just enough of the frothy icy drinks to take the edge off and no more. She wanted to glow, not stagger, and slur. A man who was not as handsome as James sent a drink to their table. With James's encouragement, she accepted the drink and let the man take her out for a dance. He was both complimentary and, frank. She did not hesitate to tell him that she had arrived with James and intended to go home with him as well.
"Oh well, you can't blame a man for trying."
He handed her his business card. Later, the card made it into Eileen's clutch bag.
When the man returned his wife, James tugged her down onto his lap.
"That was terrific, Honey!" he cried as he graced her with a series of kisses. She felt his positively huge manhood swell beneath her skirt. To be desired again, was to live again.
"Let's get out of here," he whispered hotly into her left ear.
He drove carefully. He had had, perhaps, one too many. Despite his meticulous driving, however, he kept one hand on his wife's thigh savoring the combination of firm flesh and soft nylon. His insistent erection was downright painful.
They bolted from the car to the front door. Hastily they locked it behind themselves, James swept her up in his arms and carried her up the stairs while their lips locked. He could feel her delicate hands loosen his tie and part the buttons of his shirt. She savored the feel of his strong pectorals and smooth chest. They entered the bedroom. James flicked the light switch with his elbow. They fell into the bed and tore off each other's clothes. James had never been this turned on by Eileen. Not even on their honeymoon. She was delighted with the rest of James's physique. Once he was naked, she noted he was circumcised and liked both the novelty and the look. Her mouth hovered over his privates for a moment before she planted a few delicate licks and kisses on the length of his shaft before encircling it with her lips.
He tilted his head back and sighed. His wife had never given him a blow job with this much enthusiasm before, at least not since their honeymoon. He stared wide-eyed as her lovely face bobbed up and down on his cock. He was so turned on; he could not control himself and he came all over the inside of her pretty little mouth. As he deflated, she looked up at him winked, and swallowed. Eileen had ALWAYS spat out his cum before! James could not believe the change that had come over his wife. She snuggled up to him and whispered hotly in his ear, "That tasted wonderful, James! Let's see how many more we can get out of you."
They kissed for a while before Eileen began teasing his junk with her fingers and lips. He was ready to go again a short time later. His bride's brilliant blue eyes fairly twinkled as she mounted him and began pumping away. She came with a growl and a breathy. "James!" before she collapsed against his chest and giggled mightily. James wondered what had brought on this amazing change in Eileen. Whatever its cause, he wanted more and more of it. Even if she transitioned back into her timid, tepid sex partner with the coming day, James would have this night emblazoned in his memory forever!
Incredibly, she still wasn't done!
"One more, James! Please, one more!"
She positioned herself at the foot of the bed for him to take her from behind. Eileen only gifted him this position on his birthday and that was weeks away. He pulled at his flaccid flesh. It was difficult, but at last, he achieved an erection. Once it arrived; it was surprisingly firm. He dared not risk losing it. He took his position behind Eileen and found her secret place. He gazed at her face in the full-length closet door mirror. Her look of bliss and contentment gave him the energy and endurance he needed. He came. It was simultaneously painful and delightful. He collapsed atop his wife causing her to flatten against the bed. Again, she broke out in giggles and then cried, "My hero!"
She cuddled up to James and pulled the covers up to their chins. Eileen made no move to exit the bed to don one of her dowdy night dresses to sleep in. For a passing moment, he wondered if his beautiful bride was possessed or something, but the thought fled when he considered the warmth of her bare body to his. He was asleep almost immediately. His dreams were beyond wonderful.
**
He found her in the morning, in the kitchen, wearing only one of his pin-striped oxford dress shirts, a wonderful breakfast waiting for him.
"What came over you last night?"
"Do you wish to register a complaint, husband?"
"No. Far from it. It was just very unlike you."
"I repeat, is this a complaint, husband?"
"Oh, just kiss me!" he said.
The kiss was mighty nice. The breakfast tasted even better than its look and aroma.
"We'd better get moving if we are going to make it to work on time. By the way. I put your phone on your charger. I found it on the dresser."
"Thank you, James. I suppose that we could not both call out sick today?"
"Tempting, but with our vacation coming up, I'd hate to piss off the boss."
"Whatever you say, darling."
James showered, dressed, kissed his wife goodbye, and made his way out of the door.
She made her own way upstairs as soon as he left. She looked at the phone on the object that must be the charger. There were so many details she was unaware of. Details, that if, she did not know them, might give the game away. She showered and dressed for work. She liked few of the options in Eileen's closet, but at last, found something that she thought did her justice. She knew that Eileen worked as a hairdresser, but she was unsure where. Perhaps, the phone held the answer. She touched the map icon. "Work" was one of the listings. Eileen had been the perfect candidate, the one she had sought for years. A woman whose work and life were familiar enough to her that she could step into it. As she finished dressing, she noted that the phone was mostly charged. She gathered up her purse, locked the door behind her, and followed the pleasant female voice to the salon.
She pulled into a spot marked "Employees Only," and tried to recall what Eileen had told her about her coworkers. She recognized Roz, the boss, immediately. She opened the door, saving the imposter the embarrassing key fumble. The slim blonde must be Desirée, whom Eileen did not like. The Asian woman was Min, from Taiwan, whom Eileen did like. She exchanged greetings and went to the empty station.
"Cutting it a little close, aren't you, Eileen?" challenged Roz.
"I'm sorry. I'm here on time. James kept me up last night."
"OK, but don't make it a habit."
She unlocked the door with the cry, "It's showtime girls!"
Their first customer filed in five minutes later. It was a middle-aged woman, a bit hefty, in serious need of a dye job and decent cut.
"Good morning, Mrs. Crabtree," said Roz in a friendly manner. "Eileen, you're up."
She settled herself in Eileen's chair. The imposter took a deep breath, took a long look at her surroundings, and said, "Shall we start with a shampoo, Mrs. Crabtree.?"
"You know you can call me Ida, honey."
The rest was like falling off a log. The imposter washed Ida's hair and then set to work on it. As she worked, her years spent in salons came in handy as she subtly pumped the older woman for information. Over the course of the next two hours, she learned about the internet and how handy the website called "YouTube" was for learning the details of how to do just about everything, and some more about the cellphones everyone carried as though it was an appendage. They also talked a great deal about Ida's love life and James's performance from the night before.
"Eileen! Where did you learn that? I've never seen crabby Mrs. Crabtree look better. Look at the tip she left!"
The imposter nodded slightly in an "aw shucks" attitude. The fifty-dollar bill felt very nice in her grasp. This was the first money she had earned from her own physical toil in more decades than she could remember. Desirée shot her daggers, but Min seemed happy for her.
The shop had steady work and the imposter worked on another customer. Just before lunch, there was a water main break just up the street, closing most of it to traffic. Roz canceled the rest of the appointments, handed out everyone's paycheck, and sent everyone home.
"We did good work today, girls. Enjoy the break. Same time tomorrow. If there is any change in that, I will let you know."
She took the check from Roz and headed back to her car. She returned to James's house and set to work. Eileen's MacBook was not hard to find. It was still plugged in and was fully charged. The imposter was delighted to discover that her fingerprint gave her access to everything. She had seen some of the nurses and aides at the nursing home do a bit of web surfing while they tended to her, so the imposter had a general idea of what she was doing. After a half-hour or so, she had the hang of it. YouTube did indeed tell her all she wanted to know, including how to deposit her paycheck via her phone, which also only required a fingerprint. She opened Eileen's Facebook page and learned how the young wife portrayed herself to the world. There were lots of faces of family and friends, she tried to commit these to memory. There were many photos of Eileen and James together. There were shots at the beach, formal, professional portraits, candid shots, and wedding photos. Two things were clear. Eileen loved James and Eileen believed in overly conservative fashions. At the pool party, for example, every other woman was clad in a bikini or racy one-piece, Eileen wore a conservatively cut suit that would have been more appropriate for her mother or grandmother.
