When I get to the bedroom he is standing at the foot of our bed with his pants around his ankles with my naked Abbi kneeling at his feet licking his c...ck as if it were a popsicle. From base to tip her doggy tongue laps in long skilful passes. I am relieved to see his cock is not as enormous as the dream cock my subconscious created for him, but even so it is far more of a presence than my own; a tad longer, bulkier. The circumcised tulip head looks gross. My stomach churns each time her tongue. Well, I had to do something. I opened Ella’s door and if I had thought I had been surprised before, I was baffled by what I saw taking place in the room. The light was dim, and Ella lay splayed on the bed, hands grasping firmly to the sheets, a hand pressed down on her mouth, her grunts stifled as a man twice her size fucked her, gruff jerks in between her open legs. It took me three thrusts to wrap my head around the fact that it was Eddie, and it took Eddie four thrusts to realize I was. In fact she could clearly underline the intention which was sex. And she wanted to discuss that with me.By the way she was not angry with that guy.She just wanted my help to deal with it.From the way she talked, what i could understand was she is not against the concept or reality of extra marital affairs. Just coz she dint like him she wanted to avoid any kind of relation with him. That triggered something in me, and i started to think on those lines. Why cant I do that, and how dump i am,. It was a thin deception.Just as I’d accepted my violent racquetball practices as sport.Lissa joined me on the court Monday afternoon expecting to pick up where we’d left off, but I was way beyond that. She walked off the court after half an hour. I hardly noticed she was missing. I walked off the court an hour-and-a-half later, dripping sweat.“Where’d you go?” I asked.“I couldn’t stay on the court with you, Tony.”“Why?”“You’ve always been intense, whether it was racquetball or art or making.