Yes, in her ass

He spread her ass cheeks and slid himself into her tight asshole.

She lay on the kitchen table, her feet on the ground, her chest pushed down on the table so tightly that her tits spilled out the sides and howled with pleasure.

She reached back, grabbing her own cheeks and pulling them wider to give him complete access.

He started slowly, letting her sphincter adjust to his bulk up her ass.

As her body relaxed to give him full access, he upped the pace.

For a couple of minutes, he wasn't sure this would work. Jan was enjoying the butt-fucking, but her body was in pain as well. Gradually, though, the pain merged with the pleasure. She made yipping noises as he plowed into her ass, encouraging him to continue, to fuck her until he achieved his own pleasure.

He let himself remember the dozens of times he'd groveled to her, begging for sex. Yeah, he'd sucked as a husband as he'd given his entire existence to the company that had screwed him, but she hadn't exactly been stellar as a wife, either. Now he was rewriting those memories for both of them. She'd slept around when they'd been married and he certainly didn't intend to be faithful to her in the future. But equally, he wanted her to compare every other man to him... and have them come up short.

She was panting harder now, the yipping noises growing deeper, more throaty.

He pulled back his hand and slapped hard on her butt cheek.

She jerked at the unexpected sensation then shouted, "oh, yes."

He spanked her again, and again."

Each time his open hand slapped her butt, her butt and pussy muscles clamped down, squeezing his dick like a tight hand.

She was sobbing from need now, her ass cheeks bright red both from the spanking he'd given her and from excitement.

Her orgasm probably hit her unexpectedly but Rick watched it build, every nerve in her pussy and ass sending their electric messages up her spine, the pressure of her tits against the table adding to the sensational overload.

"No way," she screamed. "Can't be."