Hunter 

    "I can't believe we're going to do this," Beth said softly.  Her
husband Kyle stepped in close behind her and brushed her naturally
auburn hair away from her neck and kissed her softly on the pale skin.

    "I thought this is what you wanted," he murmured softly.  "Ever
since we opened up our marriage and started sleeping with other people
you've been talking about it."  He ran a hand down her chest and
cupped one of her heavy tits in his palm.  Beth was a very voluptuous
woman with a narrow waist that looked even smaller when contrasted
against her ripe 38D breasts.

    "Stop that!" she ordered peevishly.  "I'm still pissed that you
conned me into fucking earlier.  What if it's obvious that I've
already been screwed once tonight?  That could ruin my evening you
know."

    Kyle rubbed her nipple with the palm of his hand, bringing it into
a fully erect state.  "Your pussy always tightens back up nicely," he
reassured her, "And you did a thorough job wiping the semen away.  I'm
sure you'll be fine."

    She took another critical look at her makeup.  It was well done,
she decided - sexy but not over the top, with full red lips and a hint
of eye shadow.  She nervously twirled her wedding ring in a circle on
her finger and stood to check her outfit, a medium length black skirt
with slit sides, a tight pale blue halter top that revealed a fair
amount of cleavage, and three-inch heels.  Enough to be a turn-on
without being slutty.  "Fine, get me my purse and we can go," she
said.

    They made their way down to the car, a practical Volvo
sport-utility vehicle that served the family needs well.  That is,
when the two kids were home and not at their grandmother's house for
the week as was the case tonight.  Kyle got behind the wheel and Beth
belted herself in to the passenger seat.

    "Tell me again what excites you about this so much," he implored
her.  She gave him a look as if to say he knew very well what that
was, having discussed it many times now, but relented as she saw the
tenting in his trousers.  She placed a hand over his crotch and slowly
massaged his erection as she spoke.

    "As much fun as it is to have sex with the couples we swing with,
it doesn't give me the opportunity to play the seductress," she began.
Even when I've had other men on my own - without you around - they
have always been willing lovers who were wide open to the idea of
fooling around."

    As always, he teased her.  "You mean you want to rape a man?" he
asked incredulously.

    She squeezed his pulsing prick and went on.  "Of course not.  I
want to find a man who is happily married, a devoted husband, and
seduce him.  I want a man who has never cheated on his wife, but who
finds me so irresistible that he can't possibly remain faithful.  And
then I want to fuck him like a wild, raging slut so that he never
forgets me - to give him sex so good that his wife can never compare
again."  Beth felt her husband's cock twitching rhythmically with her
words.

    "Do you think that's terrible of me?" she asked quietly.  "As a
woman I shouldn't want to do that to another woman - induce her
husband to cheat - but I want to feel that power and know I can make
him crumble.

   Privately, Kyle did think it was a little terrible, but at the same
time he was very turned on by the thought of it.  Strong, direct women
had always been exciting to him and he knew without a doubt that, as a
man, he would succumb easily to Beth's plot.  He smiled and told her
he loved her and wanted her to have fun and be happy.

    "But why the hotel restaurant?" he asked again.  She had
steadfastly refused to explain that element of the plan.  The hotel,
of course, was obvious.  "Wouldn't the bar be a more logical place to
meet a man and seduce him?"

    Beth grinned tightly and lit a cigarette, cracking the window and
exhaling a stream of smoke.  "I suppose I should tell you my theory
after all.  Men in the bar of a hotel - they would be easy.  Men that
aren't with a group of other guys, in other words if they're alone,
those guys are looking for a hookup.  They are the ones who probably
cheat on their wives habitually."

   Taking a long drag, she continued.  "Now the restaurant is
different.  It will be full of men in town for business who are simply
there for a meal.  They aren't looking for an opportunity to meet
women.  And that's who I'm after -- the regular guy.  That's why we're
doing this on a Wednesday night too, instead of on a weekend when the
meat market crowd is in."

    Kyle looked at his wife with a newfound respect.  She looked so
sexy at that moment, with her big breasts and flat stomach, skirt
riding up to show a hint of black lace panties, and white cigarette
between her dark lips.  She was, he realized, a hunter tonight.

**********

    After kissing Kyle goodbye in the parking lot, Beth made her way
into the hotel lobby.  She knew he would park the car and head up to a
room shortly, there to await her in a room they had previously
reserved.  If all went well, she would be very late...

    She made a conscious effort to let her hips sway as she walked to
give her ass an interesting motion that would attract the gaze of any
man, married or not.  However, she was careful not to overdo it.  The
prey she sought would be spooked if she came on too strongly.  This
was going to require patience and subtlety over all else.

    They had chosen the hotel carefully.  It had to have a restaurant
of course, but in fact this one had a lounge, a fine restaurant, and a
pub-style restaurant.  It was this latter where she expected to make
her approach since the typical businessman on the road would be most
likely to have a couple of beers in the casual setting as he ate his
dinner.  The hotel also had to be of a certain mid-level quality -
nice enough to attract a decent sort of person, but inexpensive enough
for the road warriors who would be most susceptible to her charms.

    Beth entered the restaurant and scanned the room.  The ideal spot
would be far enough in that she could survey the entire restaurant,
but near the door enough that anyone coming in would easily see her.
Of course, facing the entrance was a must.  She quickly located a
table fairly near the bar that was perfect for her intentions and
sauntered casually over to take a seat.  She could feel more than a
few sets of eyes on her body as she walked by some of the tables.

    Another advantage of her chosen location was that it allowed her a
view of one of the television screens near the entrance.  This would
give her a reasonable excuse for lingering in the restaurant if her
seduction should take longer than dinner, which she suspected it
might.  Still, she planned to take her time eating in order to
maximize her chances.  One of the downsides of this plan was that it
had a high chance of failure, she realized, because she had set such a
challenging goal.

    She made sure that when she sat in the raised chair-backed stool
her skirt slid up to slow a moderate amount of thigh from the sides.
Setting a fresh pack of cigarettes on the table, she lit one and
casually perused the menu.

    After a few minutes, a waiter came by and she ordered a glass of
white wine.  Although Beth was in the mood for something stronger in
order to buoy her confidence, she knew she needed to pace herself
carefully.  She quietly smoked and surveyed the room while awaiting
her drink.

    The restaurant was about half full, and the crowd was primarily
single men, punctuated by an occasional woman or small group.  Dockers
and button-down shirts seemed to be the uniform of the evening,
although sleeves were for the most part rolled up and collars opened.
She noticed a few men trying to discreetly check her out as her gaze
passed over them and decided that her hair and outfit must have been
just about right.

    When her wine arrived she ordered an appetizer and entrée and
slowly sipped from the glass.  For the next half hour or so she kept a
careful eye on all the men entering and leaving as she drank that
glass and a second, and nibbled at her appetizer.  Alas no one
approached her, and no sparks seemed to be flying.

    She was just finishing her dinner another twenty minutes later and
starting to become a bit discouraged when a sexy man of about thirty
entered the restaurant.  He looked about for a table and their eyes
met for a second during which she smiled brightly and he returned the
grin.  He walked over to a table near, but not next, to hers and sat
in a position to watch the baseball game showing on a television set
above and behind her.

    Beth pushed her plate away and stretched, cat-like, catching his
eyes following the pressure of her tits against the stretchy material
of her halter-top, and pausing to note the well-defined shape of her
nipples.  She smiled again and lit a cigarette, pursing her lips and
exhaling a long cone of smoke.  Looking on his hands, she spotted a
wedding band, and in a casual but well-timed motion set her own left
hand on the table such that her diamond sparkled; she was confident
that he saw it and that her "bona fides" as a married woman had thusly
been established.  Target acquired, she thought wickedly.

    He ordered a beer and finger food and attempted to watch the game
behind her.  It couldn't have been any more perfect, she realized,
since she had the opportunity to lounge casually in her chair and
pretend to watch her own television, smoking slowly and seductively.
She knew the oral activity would register subconsciously in his mind
and seeing her dark red lips sucking gently at the cigarette would
arouse him, as would seeing her well-endowed chest rise and fall as
she inhaled and blew out the smoke.

    She ordered a chocolate torte for dessert and another glass of
wine.  Occasionally she made eye contact with the man and found him
blushing slightly once when she caught him looking at her tits.  He
actually seemed a bit shy!

    After another fifteen minutes of visual flirting, during which he
drank another beer - rather quickly she noticed - Beth decided to take
the initiative.  The restaurant was starting to clear out and she
realized that it was pretty much now or never. 

    "Where are you from?" she asked him across the tables.

    He looked a little guilty, as if he had been caught checking her
out and was about to be in trouble for it.  "Omaha," he answered
simply.  

    Beth signed her room charge, picked up her cigarettes and wine and
stood, knowing her tits shook in the top as she moved and not
bothering to brush her skirt back into place.  She pulled out the
chair opposite him and sat down.  Looking him in the eye, she asked,
"Mind if I join you for a bit?  I've been on the road all week and
could stand some conversation."

    He nodded and his eyes focused on her lips where she was placing a
fresh cigarette.  Pausing before the flame of her lighter touched the
paper, she took the cigarette from her mouth.  "You don't mind if I
smoke, do you?"  He shook his head quickly and she smiled again,
lighting it and drawing deeply.

    For the next half hour they chatted and shared another drink.  She
learned that his name was John, he was a business consultant from
Nebraska and traveled every week, and that he had been married for
nine years.  For her part she told a mixture of fact and fiction,
telling him truly that she had been married for eleven years and had
two children.  But she claimed to be from San Diego and a national
marketing manager for a clothing retail chain, which were patent
fictions.  She made a point of casual physical contact that could be
meaningless - legs bumping or touching his hand - but that were
anything but innocent.

    Finally she judged the opportunity right to make an advance.  She
brought up the subject of travel and how rough it could be on a
marriage.  "Take me for example," she said, putting a hand on her
chest and making her ample boom shudder slightly.  "I'm on the road
four nights a week, every week.  My husband is very understanding, of
course, but it's hell on the love life!"  She laughed warmly and saw
the recognition in his eyes.

    "Well, I have to admit that things have definitely slowed down in
the romance department since I started this job..." he said
tentatively.  She nodded sympathetically.

    "I probably shouldn't be telling you this, having just met you and
everything..."  She paused and looked around, then leaned closer and
whispered, "But I haven't had sex in almost five weeks!  Can you
believe it?"

    From the look of shock on his face, it was obvious he could not.
And involuntarily his gaze fell to her breasts again.  She giggled.
"John, are you looking at my tits?" she teased him.

    Instantly his face reddened and he stammered out an apology.
"I'm so sorry!  It's just, well, I have a hard time believing that a
woman as sexy as you is...er...not getting regular sex."

    Beth ran her tongue across her lips lightly, leaving them
glistening.  "I don't mind that you looked."  He blushed again.  "A
woman likes to know she's wanted - it's a turn on."

    This time his protests were even weaker.

    "Oh, I know.  I can tell you're one of those guys that has never
cheated on his wife," she said wistfully, lighting another cigarette.
She gave him a smoldering look.  "I've always been faithful to my
husband too.  It's a good thing that you're so loyal to her, because
I'd probably be in seriously tempted if you had tried to make a move
on me."  She winked and blew a stream of smoke past his face.

    John shifted uncomfortably in his chair and although she couldn't
see it, he clearly was struggling with an erection straining his
pants.  "Really?" he asked eventually.  She could see the wheels
starting to turn behind his eyes.  

    "You mean do I really think you're sexy?  Oh, definitely..."

    This time when his eyes fell to her chest, he didn't jerk away
guiltily.  "Mmm," he murmured.  "I guess you could say the feeling is
mutual."

    Beth set her right hand on top of his left, just across the table,
and idly stroked his wedding ring.  "Omaha?" she ventured.

    He nodded.  "San Diego, right?"  

    She smiled.  "And here we are in Dallas..."  His skin was warm
under her touch, and she could feel his fingers relaxing with the
gentle pressure of her hand.  It was now or never, she decided.  "Must
be some sort of fate that brings two people together in a city where
neither one lives, without their spouses."

    "Mutually attracted to one another," he added.

    "And totally horny," she finished.  She stood, still holding his
hand and pulling him up with her.  "Come to my room," she asked him.

    John was clear headed and knew what he was doing as he dropped a
pair of twenties on the table and followed this sexy auburn-haired
businesswoman to the elevators.  Although he had never fooled around,
he knew that tonight that was going to change, and whatever feelings
he may have about it afterwards, he was sure that he wanted it to
happen.

**********

    Beth had reserved a room for herself just in case, and had even
gone to the trouble of having her husband set it up while she was in
the restaurant with a suitcase she had packed before leaving home.
After all, it wouldn't do to have her budding affair spoiled because
of a lack of attention to detail.  Still, she was nervous when she
slipped the plastic keycard into the slot on the door.  What if Kyle
had just dropped the suitcase and left?  She knew a seasoned traveler
like John might catch anything that looked out of place.

    Opening the door, she breathed a huge, silent sigh of relief.  Not
only had Kyle opened her suitcase, he had also set out some toiletries
around the sink and dropped a pair of her panties next to the toilet.
He had even set up a laptop computer next to the desk and plugged in
all of the wires.

    Beth pretended to be embarrassed as she hurriedly scooped up the
white lace panties from the floor and threw them into her bag.
"Sorry," she murmured.  "I wasn't expecting to have company..."

    He shushed her gently.  "I wonder if the ones you're wearing are
as sexy as those," he smiled and leaned forward, placing his hands
between her shoulder blades and pulling her to him.  Their mouths met
in a warm moist crush and she opened her lips and sucked his tongue
inside, heedless of her lipstick smearing as they kissed.  Blindly,
they maneuvered deeper into the room until the backs of her knees met
the edge of the bed and they tumbled down so that he fell across her.

    Beth took his hand and pressed it to her breast.  "Feel me," she
urged him.  "Squeeze my tit and play with my nipple."

    John eagerly complied.  Her chest was simply fabulous - far larger
than his wife's 34B breasts.  And Beth's nipples were like little hard
diamonds pressing into the palm of his hand.  He could even feel the
rough ridges of her stimulated areolas through the thin halter-top.
Throughout his groping, their tongues explored each other's mouths and
he tasted her saliva, her lipstick, and then her perfume as he kissed
his way down her neck.

    She pushed him off and put her arms to her waist, then yanked off
her top.  With tits like hers a bra was mandatory, but she had worn an
ultra-sheer black one that hid nothing.  She decided to leave it on
for the moment, along with her skirt and high heels, and reached for
his waist.  Putting a hand on his belt buckle, she looked up at him.
"I'm going to suck your cock like you've never had it sucked before,"
she promised him.

    John could only groan in anticipation, and within moments Beth's
expert touch had unfastened his trousers and shoved them to the
ground.  His boxer briefs soon followed and his thick, erect cock
sprung forth to hang in the air before her.  It wasn't the largest
cock she had ever been with - that would have been too much to hope
for in such a random encounter - but he was quite well endowed with a
solid eight-incher that was deliciously broad.  She took it in her
hand and stroked the flesh, pleased that her hand looked small in
comparison.

    "Do you want me to taste it?" she teased him, smearing wetness
from the head of his prick all over his shaft.

    "Please, yes..." he moaned.  "My wife doesn't give blowjobs."

    "Tsk," she said seriously, kissing his cock.  "Aren't you glad you
met me then?"  So saying, she pursed her lips and pushed her head
forward, letting his cock force her mouth open grudgingly.  She knew
from plenty of experience that it was a very intense way to start oral
sex and that men loved the pressure of her lips tightly squeezing
their meat.  She paused briefly and then pulled back up, letting her
lips drag ever so slowly up his skin.

    John moaned loudly as he felt the silky skin of her mouth and
tongue brush along his shaft.  She left a trail of glistening wetness
that ran from the pubic hair at the base of his dick all the way to
the tip of the head, punctuated by errant streaks of red from her
lipstick.  She looked up at him, her mouth full of the head of his
prick, and caught his eye.  With a wink, she descended again to engulf
him.

    Beth was a very experienced cocksucker.  No virgin when she
married, she had fucked at least eight men before Kyle and blown a
handful of others.  Over the years of marriage, she had gone down on
her husband hundreds of times.  And in the two years that they had
been open to other lovers, she had sucked another nine cocks.  All of
those skills were being put into service as she worshipped John's
thick cock.  She stroked it with her hand, letting the slick flesh
slide in her grip as she worked it in and out of her mouth.

    She could tell from the growing intensity of his groans that John
was getting close to coming.  He was giving her the typical mixed
signals - warnings that he couldn't hold out much longer, but touching
her head and thrusting in a way that said he didn't want her to stop.
Beth was unconcerned; she knew she would easily get him hard again to
fuck, and right now she wanted his thick, hot come in her mouth.  She
redoubled her intensity.

    Moments later, John's entire body shuddered with the onset of a
powerful climax and his hands reached down to pull her head firmly
into his abdomen, burying his cock in her mouth.  As he screamed out
in pleasure, his dick spewed forth jet after jet of come to fill her
mouth.  Beth swallowed eagerly, and with good reason - his copious
load would have overflowed in seconds if it had not instead been
disappearing down her throat.

    John looked down to see his semen frothing around Beth's lips as
she furiously sucked every drop from inside of him.  It was a sight he
hadn't seen in longer than he could remember.  Even on the
exceptionally rare occasions that his wife went down on him - not at
all in the past five years - she had never once allowed him to come in
her mouth.  Yet he could feel the swallowing action as Beth drank down
his sperm!

    Finally, she rose from her knees, tits wobbling deliciously inside
the sheer bra.  She came to him with open mouth and he could see that
she hadn't swallowed everything, but before he could react further she
put her mouth against his and pushed her gooey tongue inside.  Beth
loved kissing a man while his come was on her lips.  It was a
deliciously wicked turn-on for her, especially when she could tell
that he wasn't prepared for it.  She continued to stroke his cock and
rub her breasts against his chest until he was eagerly responding,
sucking the flavor of his own essence from her mouth as they kissed
passionately.

    After a few minutes, she broke away.  John was breathing hard and
obviously needed a few minutes to recover.  She stripped off her skirt
and lay down on the bed, picking up her cigarettes.  Although normally
she would have liked nothing more than an extended pussy-eating at
this point, she was concerned that by giving in to her husband's
desire for sex earlier, John would run across an unexpected surprise
inside her that would ruin her plans.  She lit a cigarette and exhaled
a cloud of smoke, running her fingers inside of the lacy panties she
wore.  

    Her cunt was extremely gooey with her own thick, excited juices.
But as she plunged a pair of experienced fingers inside, there was no
doubt that some of Kyle's jism remained.  She decided to play it safe
and let him get excited again watching her play with herself while she
smoked.

    John, unfortunately, had other ideas.  Shedding the remainder of
his clothes, he dove onto the bed in front of her and started working
her thong down her legs and over her high heels.  Her pussy was close
to his face and he could smell the ripe scent of her arousal.

    "John," she whispered, thinking quickly.  "You don't have to eat
me.  I'm...my pussy gets really, really wet - messy even.  And I've
been told it has a pronounced flavor.  Just finger me if you want
to..."

   "I can see how wet you are," he remarked, enjoying the unfamiliar
scent and sight.  "Your pussy cream is practically leaking out from
inside of you.  Your husband obviously has neglected you..."  Smiling
and moving closer, he went on.  "This is what a cunt should look and
smell like!  My wife insists on douching before sex, so there's
practically no taste at all."  Anything further that he might have
said was muffled as she gave in to her desire and her straining hips
finally reached up to meet his probing tongue.

    "Oh God," she cried softly, putting one hand behind his head and
pulling his mouth into her sex.  "Yes, lick me..."  She looked at the
cigarette in her hand and briefly considered putting it out, but then
shrugged and took a drag.  Like in that movie, she thought idly, he
doesn't care if I smoke while he eats...

    John found that Beth had been right about her pussy.  It was
extremely wet and sticky and he found his chin covered almost
immediately.  And the taste was much stronger than his own wife's, but
in a pleasant way.  Fortunately for Beth, he loved eating a woman out
and enjoyed the unfamiliar experience of her twat.

    Beth was a very active, squirmy participant.  Always one to love
having her cunt licked, knowing that John was unconsciously eating the
remnants of her husband's load along with her own arousal was driving
her absolutely wild.  She was literally grinding her pussy against his
face from underneath.  Since she kept it closely trimmed, but not
shaven, her hair was soft enough not to irritate his skin - a fact he
would certainly appreciate when he went back to his wife.  She kept
one hand on the back of his head and pulled the fabric of her bra off
her tits with the other, the better to tweak her hard nipples.

    "Suck it all out of me," she begged him.  "Make me squeeze all my
pussy come into your mouth."

    At her urging, John redoubled his efforts.  He pushed two fingers
inside of her easily, and quickly added a third.  His tongue moved
across her clitoris like a tornado, from side to side and up and down.
Incredibly, even more of her frothy white juices sluiced out as he
thrust his fingers up to the knuckles.  Her cries grew even more
feverish.  "All of them!  Give me all your fingers!"

     It was something he would never have even tried with his wife,
but John instantly complied.  On his next thrust he straightened his
pinkie and added it to the other three fingers already inside of her.
As slick as her cunt was, they slid in easily and he could feel her
pubic bones pressed tightly against his digits.  He sucked her clit
once again as he fucked the blade of his hand up into her and was
rewarded with an ear-splitting shriek as her climax ripped through her
like a high-speed locomotive and her legs scissored around his neck to
hold him to her.

    It took a few minutes for them both to regain their breath and
balance after such an intense experience, and Beth was sweet enough to
kiss and lick the mingled sexual fluids from his mouth and chin.  She
then pulled him on top of her and guided his prick to her steaming
gash.  

    "Fuck me," she whispered into his ear.  "Push your cock into me -
into another woman's cunt, when it has only been in your wife for so
many years."

    John felt a pang of guilt at that, but not enough to stop him from
rocking his hips forward and sliding all the way into her depths.
They both let out a simultaneous moan at that.  He fucked her in
silence for a few minutes, and then Beth spoke again, her breath warm
in his ear.

    "Tell me about your wife," she urged him.

    He grunted and gave her an odd look, although he kept screwing
her.  "You're kind of a kinky bitch, aren't you?  Why do you want to
talk about my wife?"

    Beth knew she was on risky ground, but she plunged ahead anyway.
"It makes me feel so hot, knowing that you've been faithful all these
years but now it's me you're here with tonight."  She kissed him hard
and squeezed his cock with her pussy.  "You liked it when I sucked you
off, didn't you?"

    He moaned his agreement and thrust deeply.  She pulled his lips to
her left nipple and he sucked her fiercely.

    "She wouldn't do that would she?  Suck you?  Swallow your come,
and then kiss it back into your mouth?"

    "No," he panted.

    She dug her nails into his shoulders.  "She wouldn't let you fuck
her this hard, would she?"

     "Oh God no."

     "Harder," she urged him.  Truthfully he was already thrusting
both hard and deep, but she really wanted to be fucked relentlessly.
She knew she had him when his strokes were so aggressive that their
flesh slapped loudly in the room and she could feel her cunt squirting
out juices with each new thrust.

    "Tell me you love fucking me," she demanded.  "Tell me you love
cheating on her with me."

    "Oh Jesus, I do..." he cried.  "It's so good."  

    "Better than her?" she pressed.

    "Yes!"  His shout accompanied the dam breaking as his orgasm
welled up inside his balls and erupted in her clenching vulva to spray
deep inside of her.  She released her own cries and let a second
climax course through her body.  Less intense than the first, during
oral sex, it was nonetheless deeply gratifying to come with her pussy
full of pulsing, ejaculating cock.  They fucked like that for many
long seconds as their bliss subsided, before his dick finally softened
in her and he slid to the side.

**********
     
    Unsurprisingly, Beth thought, John had beat a hasty retreat once
the sex ended.  She couldn't blame him, since he was probably feeling
many mixed emotions as a result of his infidelity.  She, on the other
hand, was feeling quite good about herself.  Lighting a cigarette, she
contemplated her successful hunt.  She had found exactly what she was
looking for, she decided - and the pleasure had certainly been mutual.
She knew that, for whatever guilt he might be feeling, John had been
telling the truth when he said she was a better fuck than his own
wife.

    She had called Kyle's room a few minutes after John left and told
him to come down and join her.  As she heard his plastic key in the
door, she smiled and enjoyed the feeling of warm come running from her
slit.  She knew that in moments, she would be enjoying having her
second creampie of the night eaten as she told her husband all about
the evening...