Jane let go of him in shock, Enzo had never done thatbefore. She stared at him, then he continued to lickher body. Jane settled down and realised Enzo...was now in control,it had been his way of telling her he understood therehad been a change to their relationship and as herhusband, he was now the one who would call the shots.Again Jane shivered as Enzo’s tongue just touched herslit.Enzo prodded Jane in the side and she turned over. Henosed her belly and she raised herself up on her legsso. She does not cry or mourn and she pretended not to notice me. It started a month ago and I just can’t seem to get it out of my mind. It was an echo of a rat-a-tat sound of falling rain on a tin roof, a cycle that seemed to repeat itself over and over again. I had been here before but I had a feeling that once I left- I would never, ever, return. The phone rang and I answered it- even then I could tell she was wearing that damn mask. The one with emerald eyes and clown painted cheeks. I could. I must’ve have fallen asleep when I was startled by your voice, “A couple of more minutes, hun. Promise.” I began to hear some music coming from the bathroom. I couldn’t quite make it out thru the door, then lights went off in the bathroom, and the door was opened slightly. I flipped the TV sound off.Robert Palmer’s “Addicted to Love” was unmistakable as you cranked up the volume on your iPhone. A little leg or actually ankle, then a smiling face peeked out of the doorway. A lot more leg, which. Moving lower, he places butterfly kisses down my stomach and lower still, till he reaches his prize. He grips my hips and pulls me towards his face, burying it deep in my wanting cunt. My fingers continue to roam and I let out a gasp as I plunge two of them deep inside my snug opening imagining it’s his tongue pushing in, then retreating, mercilessly teasing my clit and bringing me to the brink of a shattering orgasm. Juices coat my fingers and I pull them out and bring them to my lips to taste.