Hell yeah!

Needing no further encouragement, you let go of her perfect ass to unfasten your belt and unzip your jeans. As your erection springs free of your underwear, you grip it by the base and slap it against Kate's buttcheek a few times, loving the little ripples it leaves in its wake. That brings another of those musical chuckles from her; you almost don't want to stop. Of course, you're not really satisfied with that.

Putting the brakes on briefly again, you reach into your pocket for the small bottle of water-based lube you carry with you at all times, for situations just like this. With a couple of quick squirts, your dick is lubed up and ready for some anal fun. Turning your attention back to the task at hand, you grip Kate's cheeks once more and spread them apart, getting your first glimpse of that tiny black string stretched over an asshole that, from its slightly puffy look, you guess she's had plenty of practice using. Her pussy is just barely concealed by the little triangle of black fabric the string attaches to. You consider pulling the garment down, but after a moment, you decide it'd be more fun to just push the bit of fabric to the side, out of the way. Doing so, you're met with the sight of Kate's plush pink pussy lips, and just above, your true goal unobstructed.

With one hand holding her G-string to the side, you grip your cock with the other and line up. First, the glorious feeling of your head meeting that soft, pliant ring of muscle; then the even greater pleasure of sliding inside, as deep as you can go, pressing your hips against Kate's thicc ass, her hole accommodating you easily.

She lets out another long sigh as you enter her. "Don't even want to take off my panties, huh?" she purrs. "I love that."

"Fuck...." You can't hold back the grunted word as you pull your hips back and drive in once again, harder this time. God, it's like this woman's ass was made for anal; she's clearly trained it into a top-tier tool of pleasure, tight and welcoming while taking your girth with seemingly no effort. Holding her hips tightly, you begin to pound her in earnest, loud claps resounding every time your hips collide with that delicious cake. "Fuck, you're so hot...."

She makes a purring sound. "Thank you. I'm glad you like my ass. I'm pretty proud of it, too." Another soft chuckle. "That feels really good."

Another smirk curls your lips. "As good as your husband?"

She laughs a little louder. "Everyone's good in their own way."