One of the more interesting things for me coming into 2020 has been realizing that many people in the porn world come and go, but a few stay for a very, very long time. Sexy amateur Ariel Rebel is one of those amazing girls who seems to have been around almost forever. I can remember meeting her for the first time at a Webmaster meeting in Montreal, she’s actually sweeter in person that she is online, and that is saying something. She is perhaps my perfect dream girl in many ways, petite, ripe, sexy, natural, sweet, funny, smart as they come, and a really good cook too! She’s a business girl who takes care of her own stuff and has outlasted and outplayed almost every other amateur girl and model online. She has gone from sexy and petite teen girl appearing on the top teen men’s magazines of the day to an amazing 30 something sexy babe and general hotty. She’s amazing, mouth watering sexy and at the same time someone you would love to just sit down and watch a movie with and eat popcorn. She’s that type of non-porn chick perfect. Happy New Year to you Ariel Rebel, keep up the good work and keep cooking too – her Zesty cooking videos are super!

Meanwhile, the porn world has just sort of been dragging on recently. I am noticing a bit of an uptick in actual real porn sites, some new ideas and themes, and at least some new content. We have been through interracial, hardcore anal, and incest stories over the last couple of years, but we seem to be emerging back into a world of relatively nice looking girls who just like to fuck. It seems that while the rap world especially is all hung up on rubber asses and rubber tits, the porn world is shifting back to a more natural, more girl next door, more you are likely to fuck this girl look. I like it!

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I am still trying to figure out how to properly pronounce Hrizantema – except to say just plain wow. This hotty Ukrainian amateur girl shows off so well in this set from Erotic Beauty, she’s a real local amateur girl who loves to show off for the camera. No personal site, no handlers, no suitcase pimps, just a sexy amateur model who has done a number of sets for this site and looks hot every time. I love her small sexy boobs, her innocent smile, and you have to see her sweet little pussy too – this girl is the real deal, purely amateur and purely sexy!

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Lulu Chu is such an innocent looking Chinese girl, petite, a flatty by nature and all so sweet. Oh, and pierced nipples. And she’s playing strip poker. And she’s intentionally losing, just so she can suck and fuck this guys big pecker! Talk about a wild Asian girl!

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A month ago my wife Kim was invited to a friend’s 40th birthday celebration. Angela planned to have a girly night at a hotel in a nearby town and Kim and four other women were invited.

Kim was uncertain whether to go or not as she’s 49, so she’s about ten years older than the rest of them and she had found that previous social events with this group were a bit noisier than she really liked. Not that they were particularly rowdy, but Kim is rather quiet and conservative and doesn’t normally drink much.

However I told her she ought to go. It would give her a break from the domestic routine and provide a chance to relax and recharge her batteries. I think what swung the balance was when she found that she would be sharing a room with Angela. Although she knew the other women well (they were all involved in the parent teachers association for our local high school) she was definitely much more friendly with Angela than the others.

The plan was for them to check into the hotel early on the Saturday afternoon, spend a bit of time in the spa and pool, and then go out for a meal in the evening.

Kim isn’t vain, but she does like to look nice and she asked my advice about what she should wear on the Saturday evening. They were going to a reasonably smart restaurant, so she had picked out a stylish dress which I thoroughly approved of.

“What do you think about underwear?” she asked, knowing that it’s an area I normally take a keen interest in.

“Well you’ve a choice — sensible or sexy — which do you feel like?”

She said she didn’t know which was best, so I suggested that as she had plenty of room in her case she might as well take both, then she could put on whatever suited her mood in the evening. She nodded in agreement to that and as well as some sensible, comfy underwear she also packed a lacy black bra and pants set, plus some lovely lace-topped hold-ups which I had bought her recently.

Not surprisingly I had a definite preference for the sexy underwear, but funnily enough I felt that Kim would be more likely to wear them if I left the choice to her and didn’t try and tell her what to wear.

I was enjoying helping her pack and the idea of my lovely wife going out in a smart dress and with her best underwear on was distinctly arousing. After we had been married for several years I had rather hesitantly confided in her that I did sometimes fantasize about her having sex with other men.

She was surprised and rather shocked, but fortunately she wasn’t actually upset. I should add that Kim was a virgin when I met her and throughout our nearly thirty years of marriage we have always been faithful to each other. Anyway she said nothing was ever going to happen, but the subject did crop up occasionally in our pillow talk and we seemed to settle on it as an agreeable fantasy.

The fact that Kim found it okay as a fantasy made me hope that one day it might actually be realized. Clearly this night out had the potential for something to happen and that was added to by a few bits of information I knew about some of the other women. I knew that Angela occasionally went out to clubs with Denise who was divorced. Bearing in mind that Kim had told me that Angela and her husband hadn’t had sex for 18 months I found it hard to believe that there weren’t times when things happened on those nights out.

So there was definitely a subtext to this night out and if nothing else I had a pleasant time mentally running through (and picturing!) the possibilities. Nothing was actually said, but I’m sure that Kim had at least an inkling of what I was thinking.

Anyway Kim set off to pick up Angela and one of the other women at lunchtime on the Saturday and as the hotel was only twenty miles away it wasn’t long before I got a text saying they had arrived safely. The next I heard was in the early evening when my phone beeped.

All going well. Hotel is great. Off out for meal soon. Luv u. Kim. xxx

I tapped out a reply.

Good. I hope u have a lovely evening. What undies did u choose?

My phone soon beeped again and I smiled at the reply.

Trust u to ask that. I chose the sexy ones. xxx

Nice! Have fun!

After that I settled down to watch a movie. It was perfectly possible, indeed quite likely that I wouldn’t hear any more from Kim, but nevertheless I kept my phone handy just in case. In the event it was getting on towards 11pm when it suddenly beeped again.

We’re back at the hotel and there’s a disco. Is it OK if I dance with someone?

Now that was interesting because Kim clearly wouldn’t have bothered texting me unless she wanted to dance. So I replied leaving it up to her, but making it clear that she had my approval (though encouragement might be a better word).

Sure. Have a dance. Text me again if you get chance.

I hoped that Kim would realise that my request for her to text me again was basically me saying that if anything did happen I wanted to be kept informed. After that I settled down to wait. I surfed restlessly through several of the TV channels, but couldn’t really watch anything. It was over half an hour before my phone beeped again.

I’ve danced with Mike a few times and he’s trying to touch me up. Do u mind?

That did make my heart beat faster!

That’s fine. I want u to enjoy yourself but txt updates if u can.

There was an almost immediate reply.

Thanks. Luv u. xxx

I sat there looking at my phone wondering what my wife was doing at this very moment. When she texted saying that Mike was trying to touch her up, I assumed that meant he had already touched her bum and bust outside of her clothing.

In a way that wasn’t great intimacy, except that I knew that it was for Kim. In the last thirty years I was the only man who had kissed her and touched her. Untouched until now by any stranger she must have found the novelty of the situation hugely arousing (doubly so as it included the thrill of the forbidden). I could imagine that she was very wet, squirming beneath Mike’s touch, responding to the messages her body was sending her, yet very aware that what she was doing was “wrong”.

I was sure that Mike would be keen to explore. His hand would travel up the front of her dress. Kim would say no, probably push his hand away, but it would return and begin to trace a journey up her inner thigh. Still she would say no, but this time there would be no pushing his hand away. She would almost stop breathing when his hand reached her knickers and he would not be able to miss the unmistakeable message which her damp panties proclaimed. His desire would be intense as his fingers explored further. At this exact moment his fingers could be drifting across her lush pubic hair, before sliding down to their ultimate target. Parting her cunt lips and sliding his finger inside her I could imagine Mike thinking that he had to have her, he simply must fuck this lovely married pussy.

I stared at my phone; was that what was happening now? In the event there were another thirty minutes or so before the next message arrived.

Angela wants to take them upstairs. What should I do?

It’s your choice but u have my permission. R u wet? Has he felt your pussy?

I am v wet. He has touched my pussy. Luv u. xxxxx

Now my imagination was in feverish overdrive. I had a vivid mental picture of two couples stumbling into a dimly lit bedroom. My wife’s dress being removed. A stranger unfastening her bra and then licking and sucking her breasts. Hands removing those lacy black knickers, fingers delving between her legs and exploring her lush wetness. Then Kim on her back, legs spread wide and another man’s cock sliding between her cunt lips and drawing an exquisite moan of pleasure from her lips.

After an hour I realised there weren’t going to be any more texts so I went to bed. I couldn’t resist reading through the messages again and tried to picture what was taking place twenty miles away. Had anything happened — surely it must have? Perhaps the deed was done or at this exact moment was my wife gasping as another man groaned and pumped his sperm into her lustful pussy.

I jerked myself off and finally fell asleep to a pleasant mental image of my wife laid back satisfied, her pubic hairs matted with a mixture of love honey and cum and her cunt lips still gaping from the passage of her lover’s cock. Not long afterwards my phone went for the final time that night and delivered the decisive message.

I’ve just been fucked. Luv u. xxxxx

I was actually chatting the other day with sexy Ariel Rebel, one of the true amazing babes of the adult world. She’s run her own site and been an amateur girl, model, babe, and cam girl for quite a while, and she continues to be one of the hottest girls around. Yes, she still runs her own site, and yes, she still looks hot as hell! This older set has her flashing her schoolgirl ass in a nice skirt, and then playing with her sweet little shaved pussy and pinching her nipples on her sexy tiny tits. This girl is smoking hot, the type of babe you have wet dreams about – and you should check out her site too, because she’s still a stunning babe and still loves to tease and play with you!

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If you love your girls full figured and hot as hell, then this little hotty I found on Naughty Neighbors will light you up for sure. Kosame is the real deal, a full, thick, sexy girl with a nice seyx ass, big sexy tits, and just a wonderful full figure. She’s not at all shy about it either! She loves to smoke up, play around, and fuck – certainly a girl with all her priorities right. Her Brick House Party Girl – Kosame (96 Photos) – Naughty Mag 32D to 32DD big tits are awesome, her hips are impressive, and this girl loves to rub one out for you to see. Want to watch her cum?

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Talk about a girl who has it going on all over the place! Gya Roberts is a curvy hotty I found over at Scoreland, and she is stacked in every which way but loose. You could get lost exploring this girl, she’s big and curvy and super sexy! She is listed at 34I-30-40, and let me tell you, she is every inch of this and perhaps a little more. Best of all, it’s all pretty much in the right places, with a huge pair of tits and an absolutely amazing big sexy ass. Her chunky butt is awesome, and when she bends over with the lingerie on and her pussy peeping out between those huge cheeks, it’s hard to resist the idea of fucking her right on the spot!

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“Don’t you want to fuck me too?”

The 18-year-old babysitter’s words echoed in my mind in the next few days at my soulless office, which was lit in a permanent florescent noonday glow. The night after she gave me the blowjob, I paid Kristine for her time babysitting, and told her to go home. As much as I wanted to take her up to my bedroom and have my way with her, I simply couldn’t risk the fact that my son might hear us.

After his mother’s passing Luke had had trouble at school. Not acting out, really, more like the opposite. He withdrew and stayed alone on the playground. A teacher found him sitting in the sandbox where the younger children play, quietly sifting the sand through his hands, staring into the dust it stirred up when it hit the ground.

“It’s like he’s having an existential crisis, and he’s only ten,” Mrs. Lehmann, the school counselor, told me. She didn’t know if this was normal behavior for children who had lost parents. She didn’t have any recommendations, except that I keep an eye on him and try to get him to talk about his feelings, which I did anyway. Her eyes were visibly moist, and when she talked about the teacher finding Luke alone with the sand she even seemed to suppress a sob.

I didn’t know if it was normal for counselors to be unable to control their emotions, and I decided it didn’t matter. I had a hard time myself sometimes.

For this reason and many others, I decided I could not see Kristine again. The moments of lust that we had shared for time that she was stretched across my lap and while she sucked my cock had been a welcome change from the constant drudgery of my life after my wife’s death, which consisted of the gym, office and home. I loved my son and I loved every moment that I was able to spend with him, but I sorely missed my wife’s touch. For the first few months after her passing, I couldn’t be aroused by anything.

I even tried sleeping with a friend of my wife’s who had more or less thrown herself at me during the funeral. She was a quite attractive 40-year-old mother of two who was in great shape from her job teaching bikram yoga. We fucked for almost an hour in a variety of positions until I had to admit to her that I couldn’t feel anything and was never going to cum. She never called me back afterwards, even though she assured me that she understood. I went months without even thinking about sex. Kristine had been the first to change this.

After my decision not to see Kristine anymore, I had to hire a new babysitter. I really disliked the process. Mike, my poker buddy, had recommended Kristine to me because his oldest daughter was a classmate of hers. I couldn’t ask him for another recommendation without telling him about our encounter. I went through the process of placing ads. I knew that I was going to have to explain to Luke at some point why Kristine wasn’t coming back, so I stayed around the house for the next several weeks and did without seeing my friends or any kind of adult contact outside of work.

In the meantime, several calls came from local girls who wanted to babysit. I interviewed three of them, but they all seemed immature. I considered hiring a 19-year-old college student named Katie who seemed responsible enough, but when she mentioned her boyfriend I couldn’t help but flash back to the night I saw Kristine giving head to her friend from school, and so I told her I’d think it over, but I never called her back. I couldn’t risk hiring a slutty sitter for a second time.

Finally, I ran into an older woman from the church we used to go to who offered to sit for Luke anytime that I wanted to go out. She told me that her daughter, recently divorced, was ready to date again. Thinking I should take my mind off of Kristine, I decided to take the woman up on her offer, and to give her daughter a call as well.

Her daughter’s name was Mara, she was 28 years old, and she worked in human resources for a local company but was passionate about writing. I had no idea what this particular combination of qualities would add up to in person.

She was obviously expecting my call, so we moved past the formalities quickly and arranged to meet at a local TGI Fridays. I was afraid my choice of restaurant would insult her writerly pretensions but we both lived nearby and the closest non-chain restaurant was an hour in every direction.

As Friday approached, I was nervous about the date, but not for the normal reasons. I was afraid of disappointing Mara because of my general apathy; I was afraid she would feel like I was using her as a foothold on my way out of my pit of despair.

She was already at the bar when I arrived. I recognized her from the pictures we had exchanged via e-mail. She had dirty blonde hair, brown eyes, and a sympathetic face. Thankfully she was slim, which was by no means something that goes without saying the in Midwestern united states. I was relieved to see her drinking beer, and a Samuel Adams at that, which spoke volumes for our potential future compatibility.

We sat at a booth and ordered an appetizer, an assortment of small bits of food, each of which had lost its individual particularities of appearance and flavor during its trip through the deep fryer. I was relieved to discover that Mara was not a vegan.

After the appetizer, our beers were almost empty. Now was the time to decide whether or not we would have a second drink. Mara had proven herself to be an engaging conversationalist. She had worked for newspapers, had lived abroad, and had taken the job in the HR firm as a way to save money before launching a career as a freelancer. I was pleasantly surprised.

As we asked the waitress for another round, my cell phone vibrated in my pocket. Thinking it might be from Mara’s mom who was sitting for Luke, I excused myself quickly and took it out to read it. I was completely unprepared for what it said:

“Hi Mr Richards. So you decided to come see me at my new job? I’ll meet you in the men’s room in 5 min. – Kristine.”

“Everything ok?” asked Mara as I stared at the screen.

“Yeah. Yeah everything’s fine. It’s the phone company telling me they’re going to deduct my bill for this month,” I said.

I tried to smile as if nothing had happened. On the one had I was angry that Kristine was trying to ruin my date with Mara, but on the other hand, I couldn’t forget the image of my spunk coating her beautiful teen face and her licking it up with gusto. In the end, my cock made the decision for me.

“Could you excuse me for a second?” I asked, “I have to go to the restroom.”

The men’s room was handicapped-accessible, that is, it was a large room with no stalls and a lock on the door. A few seconds after I went in, I heard a faint knock. My heart pounded as I turned the knob and Kristine bounded in, her perky breasts poking out from under her unflattering TGI Friday’s uniform. She turned quickly to lock the door behind her then jumped up to give me a peck on the cheek.

“Happy to see me Mr Richards?” she asked.

“Surprised is more like it.”

“But you’re a little happy?”

“Part of me is happy.”

“What part is that Mr Richards?”

“Why don’t you find out?”

She dropped to her knees and slowly unbuttoned her shirt to expose her ample cleavage. This time, her bra was black. She looked up at me playfully as she unzipped my pants.

“Are you sure your girlfriend won’t mind?”

“Are you sure your boyfriend won’t mind?”

“We broke up.”

I gasped as she took my cock in her mouth.

“What happened?”

She bobbed up and down for a moment before coming up for air.

“He caught me sucking his friend’s cock in the school parking lot.”

“Imagine that,” I said, watching my cock disappear between her thick, full lips.

“I guess my secret’s out,” she said, taking my rock hard cock out of her mouth, standing up and pulling down her uniform pants.

“Oh?” I asked, stroking my cock as she pulled down her black thong panties and leaned forward to support herself against the wall.

“I’m a total slut,” she said, taking my cock in one hand and guiding it into her moist pussy.

“Mmm,” I said, savoring the first thrust inside her, “you certainly are, aren’t you?”

I began to fuck her like I hadn’t fucked anyone before but my wife. I started out slow, then sped up, then slowed down again. I twisted my hips and Kristine moaned as my cock stroked unknown pleasure points inside her pussy. I reached around and teased her clit with my fingers. I slapped her ass so hard I left a big red handprint on it. I was so lost in the moment I almost forgot I was on a date and that Mara was waiting for me at the table.

“Cum for me you little slut,” I said as I sped up.

“Oh yes,” she cried, “Your cock feels so good.”

“Tell me you want it.”

“Oh yes Mr Richards. I want your cock.”

“Yell it. Scream it so they can hear you outside.”

“GIVE ME YOUR COCK MR RICHARDS,” she screamed.

“Yes, take it you little whore,” I said, fucking her harder and slapping her ass.

“OH PLEASE FUCK ME. PLEASE.”

She came hard on my cock, her inner muscles trembling in pleasure.

“I’m going to cum inside you,” I announced, speeding up.

“Oh yes,” she moaned, coming down from her orgasm, “fill up my pussy with your cum.”

I came in a hard burst, shooting stream after stream of hot cum into her tight 18-year-old pussy. After I had loosed the last volley, I pulled out and caught my breath. To my surprise, Kristine turned around, got on her knees, and sucked the last few drops of cum from my cock. Then she smiled up at me and said “You can go back to your girlfriend now. I hope she doesn’t smell my pussy on you when you fuck her later tonight.”

“She’s not my girlfriend,” I said, zipping up my pants and inspecting my clothing for traces of our encounter.

“Whatever,” said Kristine, “you’ve got my number. We should do this again sometime.”

She gave me a peck on the cheek, zipped up her pants and disappeared out the door. As I washed my hands I got another text message on my phone:

“I can feel your cum dripping down my leg ;-).” It said.

God, I thought, how am I going to deal with this woman?