Chapter 2
The household was beginning to stir as they walked up to their bedroom. To Gilda the house had always been big and gloomy, but since her marriage it had become more so. She had begun to develop this morbid fear that she would end up like her aunt and Gene's family-old and withered and bitter about life. All they had cared about when they were young was money and prestige and now that they had it they weren't happy.
To Gilda that was the worst thing on earth, her own private living nightmare. Her only salvation was Lonny and her own house, though even her house was not much consolation except that it was cheerier looking than this mausoleum. Every day she watched Gene rush towards the horrid way of life that his and her parents were living and she didn't want to go, she didn't want Gene to go there either, but it seemed that she had little control over the situation.
She had tried to teach her husband, new things, new patterns, give him more excitement, a better sex life, but he hadn't grasped any of the concepts, so he continued to plod along the same well worn route.
"Honey, I've missed you so much-I can't possibly tell you," she heard Gene say to her, "all I could think of was you sleeping alone. I wanted to be able to hold you tight, feel you curled up in my arms, but I had to use a pillow instead."
"Oh Gene," she sighed, "it must be terribly lonely for you. I missed you too." She knew that he would want to ball when they got to their room and she knew that he would love it and she would hate it. "Damn!" she thought,why couldn't he be just a little more aggressive. It wasn't as if she was asking that he be like Lonny, just that he take
the initiative once in a while." She knew that she was going to have to start it and she knew that she couldn't afford not to just in case he began to suspect what was going on between her and Lonny. Gene was already unbuttoning his shirt by the time they reached the door of their bedroom. When they got in-side, he could hardly even wait for the door to be shut before he was stripping out of the rest of his clothes. Gilda thought that maybe this was the time that he was going to the lead-maybe it was going to happen today. Instead, Gene went and lay on the bed remaining passive, as usual. Gilda was almost beside her self with rage, she was seething inside and had nowhere to let it out. She only wished that there was some kind of torment good enough to perform on him, so as to satisfy her own feelings of frustration and to let him feel a little of what she was going through. But there wasn't any at hand so she began to get undressed.
She tried to smile at Gene but felt that it was only a sick imitation of a smile. It wasn't like the ones that she and Lonny shared this afternoon, the laughter that they had experienced, the pure joy that they had known-none of this was like that. She hurriedly got out of her clothes and went to the edge of the bed. She began to rotate her hips, her hands placed firmly on them, pushing them around and around.
She had long ago had all her hair removed to please Lonny, so now her mound gleamed and glittered unhampered by any obstructions. Her clitoris was growing hard and beginning to throb with desire in spite of her misgivings. She thought that maybe she could entice him into taking her-grabbing her and pulling her to him. Her clitoris had grown to a size that it could now rub against the edge of the bed. The rough edge scraped along her sensitive nob and made her even more turned on than she was.
Gene just kept watching his beautiful wife in almost a state of awe. He had always loved her from the first day they met and he had told his family this. They had found it convenient to arrange a marriage between the two young people and that was how Gene found himself married to his fantasy woman. He would have never had the guts to ask her to marry him on his own power and now that he was he didn't know what to do with her. He could only hope that he made her somewhat happy.
Amazingly he was sure that she wasn't cheating on him and that she really did want him and love him. The more time passed the more convinced he became that she was totally happy with him. He felt his cock begin to respond to what she was doing-to her magnificent body, her glistening cunt, her wanton behavior. He wanted to reach out and grab her but he couldn't bring himself to do so. And at the same time he was almost upset that his body was responding in such a base manner to this goddess of a woman. She was meant to be put up on a pedestal and worshipped from afar, not defiled with such common emotions as lust.
Slowly but surely, Gilda saw that her actions were having some miniscule effect on Gene. She concentrated on his cock, watching, with fascination, the seeming struggle that was happening. She almost got the feeling that Gene would much prefer never to have to fuck her-just look at her-worship her, but never think of her as needing sex, or wanting, or having any passion like any other normal woman. He didn't mind her playing with herself, as a matter of fact he seemed to like to watch her, but he didn't want his own desires to rear their ugly head. He didn't like having to satisfy his craving in that manner.
She was determined that he was going to take her this time. She spread her pussy lips open wide and rubbed her slit up and down the edge of the bed. She put a finger into her mouth and slowly, erotically began to suck on it, just as if she was sucking on a cock. Suddenly the image of Lonny's cock came to her mind and she felt the burst of heat sear through her. She felt her clit jump at the thought of him. She felt her stomach grip and shivers run up and down her spine.
She was beginning to loose herself in a fantasy about Lonny. She could almost feel his touch on her skin, his lips brushing hers, his strong fingers ramming into her soaked cunt. She let out a soft moan and moved with the invisible fingers inside of her. She felt herself falling into the realm of lust, of carnal passion, of orgasm.
She took the finger out of her mouth and let it trail down her long lithe body. The finger was all wet with her saliva and was leaving a trail straight down to her snatch. She eagerly began to circle her clitoris-glide over the tip, press down on it and pluck at it. She felt the pulsing of her nob flow through her finger and up her body. She felt her nipples quiver with pleasure. She felt warm, hot, earthy, a woman of sensual voluptuousness.
She slipped her finger up and down her slit, grazing her hole, but not disturbing the sensation already there. She arched her back and let the sparks of passion shoot up into her. She could feel the orgasm building, the wonderful feeling of release, the glorious feeling of bliss. She knew that it wasn't going to be long before she went over. She rubbed harder and harder, faster and faster, driving herself up and over, grinding her finger into her blazing clit. She wanted to feel the oblivion of orgasm.
Her juices were flowing down her leg and onto the floor. Her hand was soaked from playing with herself. The warm sticky liquid was shimmering in the light, clinging to her hand, drawing her into the world of bliss. Faster and faster, she dug into herself, pressing, prodding, pushing, harder and harder, until finally she felt the tingle and then the burst of light and then the cry.
Her eyes flew open when she suddenly realized that she wasn't with Lonny. She looked down onto Gene's smiling face all bathed in sweat and saw his rock-hard cock bobbing in the air. It looked like it was paying tribute to her performance.
"Please come to me, Gilda," Gene whispered.
She didn't want to refuse his plea and she couldn't go to him for a moment she was in a quandary and couldn't move at all. Then finally she forced herself to get up onto bed, telling herself that at least he asked, that was better than usual. He couldn't do anything, but she knew that he wanted her. She started to lower herself onto his cock when she noticed that he was moving his arms up to her.
It was a slow and jerky process but he managed to complete
it and ever so gently pull her up to his mouth. Gene wanted to taste her so much that he was able to override his normal fear of touching her. He guided her to his mouth and tenderly pushed her soft pliant pussy against his mouth. Then he quickly dropped his arms and let his tongue keep her there. He slowly circled around her still stiff nob of flesh-rolled it around in his mouth, slid over the top and zipped down to her hole. She was wet, wetter than he had ever felt her before. She was unbelievably hot, her cunt was so swollen that he wasn't that his tongue would fit inside of her, let alone his cock.
His prick was hard and red and aching with desire of her. He wanted her so badly, he wanted all of her all at once. He wanted to suck her, fuck her, finger her, feel her and he could only do one or two of these at one time. His urge became so strong that he again lifted his hand to her and slipped his finger inside. He felt her shudder and was encouraged to go on. He shoved it in and out of her velvet orifice, feeling her walls give and part to his will. His cock was doing a wild dance on top of his stomach and spurting little bits of clear fluid. He was so excited that he could hardly contain himself. His speed picked up and he began to move faster
and faster, then harder and harder, until he was finally turning and twisting his finger inside of her steaming cunt.
Gilda couldn't believe what was happening. Gene was actually going to take some initiative, he was going to stop her from going in a direction and lead her into another one. It was timid and hesitant, almost unwilling-but he was doing it! She let him lead her to his mouth and felt his tongue bear down on her still pulsing clitoris. Although he dropped his arms as soon as he had gotten her to where he wanted her he was growing stronger in his directness. He was sucking on her with a zeal that she hadn't known existed in him.
She was even more surprised when he had shoved his finger inside of her. She had never known him to be so forceful and for Gene, this was forceful! She began to feel a totally new emotion towards him, she began to want him to touch her, she wanted to encourage him, urge him on-she began to want him. She felt him shove and twist and turn inside of her. She felt his finger probe deeper and deeper up her hole. She felt him searching for the opening to her womb, striving to touch it, to enter it
Tiny sparks of electricity were beginning to shoot up through her. Her juices continued to flow instead of drying up and disappearing. Her quim quivered with desire, with wanting, with gasping hunger. It convulsed open and closed, it clamped down tight onto his finger and then let it go, it sucked it in and then spit it out. She felt the fury build again-the torrential tidal wave that could never be stopped. She stood on the brink and looked down, balancing for the leap. Then suddenly he touched her womb and off she went!
She saw blinding light and felt the lightening rip trough her! She felt the rains beat down on her and whip her body into a madness never before seen! She shuddered, quivered, and quaked as he continued to hit her womb again and again, until at last, she collapsed on top of him.
She thought that he would take her now in his new confidence and plunge her onto his pounding prick. But he didn't. He seemed to have used it all up and was right back where he started from. He couldn't move, he was in shock because of what he had done. It was too much for him. She was saddened beyond belief and sick with rage. She should have known that it was too good to be true.
She knew that he wanted her to fuck him, she knew that he was in pain from wanting her so much. She slid down him until she had reached his rod and then plunged herself onto it. She felt its thick hardness rip up through her. She felt it slam her walls to either side of it. She heard Gene suck in a quick gasp of air and then hold his breath as if afraid that she might stop, or worse yet, disappear right before his eyes.
He tried to watch her but couldn't, he squeezed his eyes mat tight and just felt the hot hole glide up and down his shaft. He felt the walls envelope him and hold him tight. He felt her viscous lubricant ooze down his balls and onto the sheet. He was so close that he wasn't at all sure that he could hold out as long as he had to. His breath became more and more ragged as she rammed herself up and down on him. Gene was beginning to feel the old sensations of delirium creeping up on him. He knew that he was going to loose contact with Gilda because he couldn't take so much pleasure all at once.
She fucked him faster and faster, hoping, praying that he wasn't going to pass out on her like he usually did. "If he couldn't continue with his directness, just don't let him pass out," she thought, "it's not much to ask for." She sent the thick tool drilling, digging into her. She wanted to get it over with as fast as she could. Harder and harder she pushed, faster and faster she slammed, her face was all contorted with the effort but he couldn't see because his eyes were closed-therefore he couldn't know the agony she was going through.
It could be so good, she knew it could, but she often felt like she was fucking a manikin. Finally she heard faint grunts emitting from him and knew that he was almost over. She strove harder to push him there, to let him have his orgasm. Faster and faster until at last he rocketed into her. His fluid jetting up and hitting the back of her cunt. It rocked her with the force and sent spasms racing up through her gut. She looked down at Gene and saw that he had passed out cold on her.
She felt like crying, laughing, and screaming at him. She didn't know what to do, or what she wanted to do. She felt a slight tenderness creeping up on her while she looked at Gene's peaceful face, no longer filled with the torment and agony that swirled inside of him. But then she felt the old disgust and nausea that always followed their balling, because Gene couldn't or wouldn't be a real husband to her, because she was forced to turn to her brother for the satisfaction that she needed.
Gilda slowly got up off the bed, brushed her hair back and tied it with a ribbon, put on a bathrobe and went off see Lonny. She paused at the door, debating whether or not to tell Gene where she was going, at least that she was going to get ready for dinner, but then decided against it. He would automatically figure that out, because he would never think that she and Lonny had anything going, Sometime she wished that Gene would suspect her, other times, most of the time, she knew it was just as well that he didn't.