I probed and wriggled, and then gasped as my middle finger slid in, and I could feel the cucumber sliding hugely back and forth through the stretched ...nner membrane."In my bum ... go on ... try it in my bum," I slurred in reckless, intoxicated lust.Ed loved fucking my bum, usually when we were drunk or high. After the first couple of times, once we got it right, it wasn't actually painful, or not in a bad way, and something about it, some inner sensitivity made me feel like a hot dirty sexy. Sneaking down the street with the wooden baseball bat in tow, I got close enough to see the third man, who I instantly recognized as a local pawn shop owner downtown, where I usually went to buy music tapes and video games from, because they were so cheap. Now I knew why. It was probably because they were all stolen goods. ‘Ah, man. This is deep!’ I thought whispering to myself, as I kept moving in on them. They still had no idea I was even there, when I moved in for my strike on them, which. I just let him do as he wished; barely caring that I was being unfaithful to the woman I loved for the first time in our marriage.I almost cried out when a third finger was inserted, feeling him really pushing and finger-fucking my ass harder and faster, my cock trapped painfully under me. "Oh god please," I was able to moan, to which he responded "Please what, slut?" Please quit teasing and fuck me" I practically screamed, and I heard him chuckle as his fingers slipped out of me, feeling him. I just was offered a new job and I was taking some time off after quitting my previous job.I was out front, pulling some weeds from the lawn to kill time. Then a car stopped in front of the house. It was a convertible, and HE was in it.He just left his c***dhood home and was on his way to his new adult home. He saw me and decided to stop and say hello.The first few moments were very awkward. Which you would expect. That soon passed and we caught each other up on our lives. I got married a year.