Chapter 4

It was Gene's last day and Gilda lay on the bed watching Gene pack his bags. She had offered to help, as she had done every time Gene went away, but he had refused, as he had done every time she offered. It was something that had puzzled Gilda ever since she bad married Gene and she still didn't have an answer. Her mind was in turmoil, Gene had been so nice to her this time and he had tried so hard to be more assertive that she was really beginning to want to try and make the marriage work.

She was beginning to feel like she did when they had first started out, a desire to help, to show a way out of the path that led into the pit of nothingness. This time he seemed to want it, to respond to her suggestions, to seek a solution himself. She smiled as she remembered last night, he had gotten on top of her and though he was a little clumsy at first, had quickly gotten it together. It had been best ball they had ever had. Her problem was Lonny. He was expecting to stay with her while Gene was gone. Now she didn't know whether she wanted him to stay or not, maybe it would be better if she just had some one night stands that she could forget about the next day. If Lonny was there, she would have to start all over again when Gene came home. She didn't want to do that because it would be too hard and unfair to Gene, besides. The whole situation seemed absurd to her. Absurd and almost hopeless.

"I wish I didn't have to go away again," she heard Gene's voice cut through her thoughts, "I'm going to miss you more than ever."

"I'm going to miss you too, darling," Gilda replied, somewhat surprised with herself to find that it was true. I hope that this will be the last of these business trips for a long time. Do you know that we are going to have to get reaquainted all over again. We really hardly know each other anymore."

"I know, honey, and I think that you have to be the most understanding, patient woman I have ever known. These trips must be worse on you than they are on me. At least I have my days filled up so I can't think about the loneliness too much.

"But I promise you that this is the last of them for awhile. Then we can get to know each other all over again, maybe even take a second honeymoon. Would you like that?" he asked her with a boyish eagerness.

She felt guilty and a little sad because she knew that Gene loved her so much and she hadn't been able to give that love back. Maybe it would grow. "If things keep going in the direction that they are, I probably will learn to love Gene," she thought.

"I would love a second honeymoon, just the two of us." She returned his smile and tried to sound enthusiastic, he was afraid that it might be too soon for them to be so alone, but she knew that was what he wanted. She was also upset because this was the first time that it was going to be a little lonely for her.

She wanted to tell Gene that she wasn't the angel that he thought she was, that she wasn't patient or understanding but she couldn't. She couldn't burst Gene's bubble of her, it was all that he had. For now.

She watched as he carefully and precisely put the last article in the suitcases, close the lids, lock them and turn to her. She knew what was going to come and suddenly she had a feeling of excitement well up inside of her. She felt her cunt begin to throb and clutch at her. She felt her nipples begin to turn hard and stand out against the knit skirt she had on.

Gene stood there, indecisive as to what to do. He wanted Gilda one last time before he left, but he didn't know how to go about it. It was the middle of the day and besides he had never asked her, not really, not the kind of asking that left no room for a "no." That's what he felt today, more than ever he just wanted to reach over to her and start making love.

Gilda sensed his indecision and she didn't want this to slip by like all the other times. She stretched out on the bed in a provocative manner hoping that a little encouragement never hurt. She saw the flame leap into his eyes, his breathing become faster, and the distinctive bulge in his pants. A little smile played at the corners of her lips. Gene hesitated for exactly two more seconds then he strode over to her and sat down on the bed and began to take off her skirt.

Gilda moaned softly, feeling the excitement grow larger and larger, feeling a fire start to burn inside of her cunt. She half closed her eyes and smiled at Gene then she licked her full lips with the tip of her tongue. They glistened and sparkled at him, tempting him to taste them, tempting him to suck and chew on them. He pulled himself up to her provocative mouth and firmly placed his mouth over it.

He tasted the mixture of salt and lipstick that clung to them, felt their pliant softness. He felt them give to his gentle prodding, open slightly, and allow his tongue to slip inside. He pushed his tongue all around her mouth, chasing her tongue, feeling her teeth, playing with the top of her mouth. He felt her warm moist breath on his cheek and he felt it become hotter and hotter the more that he played with her mouth, the more that he kissed her and didn't come up for air.

Gene began to feel more confident, every moment, every second gave him more courage to push forward, to act on his own. His cock was pounding inside of his pants and he wanted to release it. He hesitated for a mom it, afraid that if he let the tension go, the whole thing would go, but then he couldn't stand it anymore, he unzipped his pants and pulled them off.

He should have known that Gilda wouldn't let the tension break or slide, that she would immediately gravitate to his bobbing shaft and cover it with her sensuous mouth that had covered his mouth only a second ago. He leaned back on one elbow and watched her silvery blond head slip up and down on his rod. He reached over and brushed her hair away from her face so that he could have a better view of her sucking on him.

Gilda was thrilled with what was happening. She actually felt electricity coming from Gene, felt desire exuding from him. When he brushed her hair away, she felt shivers vibrate all through her. It was the first time that Gene had ever openly watched her suck on him, ever admitted that he liked her to do it. Although he hadn't said so, yet, he might as well have by that little action.

She felt her pussy get wetter and wetter. She felt it begin to ache for want of being touched, but it felt so good that she didn't even attempt to do anything about it. She wanted it to get wetter and hotter than it had ever gotten before. She wanted Gene to feel a burning oven when he entered her, a juicy wet cavern that grabbed and squeezed his tool with absolute ecstasy when he plunged into her.

"Gilda, my sweet, I love the way you suck me," Gene murmured. Then he shook his head, as if to clear it, because he couldn't believe that he had really come out and told her that. He had always loved the way that Gilda sucked on him. When he slept with a prostitute on his trips, he always asked her to suck him, but no one could compare to Gilda.

"You have the most talented tongue on earth," he continued haltingly. He had never talked to her when they balling, because then he might have to see that they really doing it. He had always let Gilda do what she wanted so that he didn't have to notice her sexual desires and realize that she wasn't a goddess only to be worshipped.

When Gene first spoke, Gilda almost choked-he actually verbalized something that he liked sexually! Then when he continued she found herself getting even more turned on than before. It reminded her of when she and Lonny first started balling, it was something new and unique and it really flipped her out. She slid further down so that Gene could reach her pussy while she continued to suck on his rock hard cock.

Gene looked intently at her gleaming snatch, looked at its smoothness, at its perfection. He looked at her bright red nob, poking its tip out through her long luscious lips. He lay down flat on the bed and pulled her sweet cunt over to him. He took one last glimpse of her full lips nibbling on his pulsing tool then buried his face into her cunt. It smelled sweet, tasted sweet, it was fat and juicy and it quivered every time his tongue grazed over it.

Gilda almost laughed she was so happy with Gene, but it would have been hard to explain and besides she had her mouth full. She swooped down his shaft and nibbled at the base, pulling his balls up around it. Then she tickled them with the tip of her tongue while still milking his cock. She began to clutch at his thighs and dig her fingernails into the muscled flesh. She began to lose herself in the sensation of her body, in the taste of Gene, in the smell of Gene, in the feel of Gene.

He slowly moved his hips, pressing his cock further down her throat. He felt it constrict, then open up and let his large tool slip down into her throat. He felt his balls glide up into her mouth and rest in her cheeks. He fell her warm pussy grow hotter and hotter and more and more of her juice run down his chin. He pulled at her pussy lips, slapped them back and forth with his tongue, chewed on her fiery clitoris and rubbed his chin against her hole. He reached up with his hands and began to squeeze her buttocks and stroke her crack. He sucked and licked and chewed and then tilted her hips back and forth so that he could get all of her. He plunged his tongue into her asshole, into her cunthole, up her slit, and over her clitoris. He moved faster and faster each time, in and out and up and around, in and out and up around. He felt her sucking on him faster and faster too.

The two of them building and building, their passion blending and expanding, the fire consuming them and scattering their ashes to the wind, the wind tossing them around and around until they had to burst. Harder and harder, faster and faster, deeper and deeper, they rolled and writhed on the bed, they felt nothing and heard nothing but each other.

Gilda was lost, lost on a huge mountain that kept impaling itself down her. Gene was far far away enveloped in a beautiful soft cloud, sucked and licked, they touched and grabbed, they stroked and scratched, they twisted and turned-totally with each other, totally a part of each other. Again and again and again until finally Gene's cock mightly twitched shot forth his tangy semen into Gilda's mouth. She gulped and gulped, swallowing it as fast as it came, as if she was on a desert and dying of thirst. Then it happened to her: the orgasm raged through her and heaved her body all over the bed. Spasm after spasm ripped through her, scream after scream tore out of her mouth It was unbelievable and super fantastic all at the same time. When she could finally get her breath again she lay still and looked at Gene with amazement.

"That was really wonderful, darling," she eventually managed to gasp.

He looked at her and felt something vague and indefinable inside of himself, like something had changed, directions were shifted, and yet he couldn't say what, he couldn't put his finger on it, but he knew that it was different.

"It was wonderful, Gilda," he replied, then he looked at the clock,. "I have to go now, darling." He got up and started getting dressed. "Is Lonny taking you home?"

"Yes," she answered and tried to sit up on the bed, "we'll be leaving about a half hour after you. Call me when you get to your hotel." She had never asked him to do that, she had never wanted him to before. 'I just want to make sure you got there all right and I want to hear your voice." she added then trailed off into silence.

Gilda was as confused by her emotions and responses as Gene was by his. She, too, knew that something had changed, but she wasn't sure what Gene picked up his suitcases and headed for the door.

"Wait!"

She leaped up from the bed and ran over to him. She threw her arms around him and hugged him tightly, He slowly set the bags down and took her into his arms and kissed her a long slow goodbye. Then he left.

Gilda stood quietly for a minute then she ran down to Lonny's room. She didn't even bother to knock, she just walked in and said, "Lonny, take me home, now. I want to go home, now! I don't even want to bother to say goodbye. I've got a lot of thinking to do and I can't possibly do it here."

"Hey, whoa," Lonny finally got a word in edgewise. "What happened to you? I mean, I know you don't like our lovely relatives and all that, but this is definitely not related to them!"

"Oh, Lonny, I'm all befuddled," she replied, slowly sitting down on the edge of the bed, "Gene just left and for the first time since we were married, I didn't want him to go-I even asked him to call me when he got to the hotel. I don't know, something has changed and I don't know what or where it's going or anything."

"Do you mean to tell me, sis, that you think your mar-sage might finally work out?"

I don't know, Lonny, all I know is that I want it to. For the first time since I gave up six months after we got married, I really want it to happen and I even have some glimmer of hope that it might," she looked up at him, "do you understand that? Does it make any sense to you, because it doesn't to me."

He reached over and patted her shoulder, "Sure it does, honey. Why don't we talk about this* on our way home. I'll go down right now and pull the car around front." Lonny had an odd feeling in the pit of his stomach-he was very very afraid that he was going to loose Gilda, but he couldn't let her know that. Gilda smiled at him, squeezed his hand and left the room. They were pulling into the street where Gilda and Gene lived when Gilda finally made up her mind about Lonny. They hadn't done that much talking on the way home. Gilda didn't know how to talk about it, she didn't know what to say or even how to begin. Lonny hadn't wanted to push it, he had his own thoughts and they weren't exactly what he would describe as fun.

He couldn't imagine himself without Gilda, he had tried that before. It didn't work then and he couldn't see it very well working this time. But he couldn't see all of them existing together and it being successful. He just hoped that if Gilda said that they should never see each other again that he would handle it right, that he would be able to let go of her without making her feel guilty.

"Lonny," she said as they were entering the driveway, "I think you had better not stay with me this time. I'm going to try something-maybe if I just have a few quick one night stands I'll be able to hold onto what Gene and I have started. If you are with me, I'm not so sure that I could do that At least I want to try it. I may end up calling you tomorrow, I don't know, but I've at least got to try a new way."

"I kind of expected you to say that, honey" he looked at her lovingly, "I feel like being angry, but I can't do it. I can only hope that you know what you are doing."

"I think I do and besides, you should be looking for someone else, Lonny. You can't be spending the rest of your life in this twilight zone. You should try to find yourself a steady girl."

"I did, but she got married, thus putting my life in a twilight position. Never mind darling, I'll try it your way," he said and kissed her goodbye.