Anonymous - Spouse Swap

Trish stood up. "Give me a few minutes to dress and I'll be right with you." She trotted out of the kitchen.

"Make it snappy," Gabe called after her. "We don't want that money to get sunburned."

Trish returned in a few minutes, dressed for a jaunt in the boondocks. She was wearing a mannish shirt and tapered slacks tucked into black walking boots, but she sure as shit didn't look sexless. The shirt hugged her curves and accentuated the ripeness of her breasts, almost to the point of being obscene, and the slacks fit over her hips and thighs and haunches like a second layer of skin. She reeked of sensuality, and Gabe again realized he was in the presence of what some liked to call one hell of a hunk of table meat.

Trish went about the chore of preparing breakfast. Gabe watched her slacks tighten across her shapely derriere as she bent forward to slip the pan of biscuits into the oven, and saw the outline of her panties through the material. His cock hardened as he stared at her dimpled buttocks, but a moment later he thought about the bag of goodies they might find today and his erection wilted.

Another ten minutes passed before Trish placed breakfast on the table and sat down to join him, then asked, "Where are we going to start looking first today, chum?"

"In that tree Hank crashed through on his way down," Gabe replied as he helped himself to some eggs and bacon. "I have a hunch the sack is there."

"Why don't we shake a leg and find out?"

Gabe grinned at her impatience. "Relax, puss. It's kept a little over two months; another hour or so won't hurt it. Let me finish my chow first."

"And Joe Dooley? Are we going to feed him?"

"No way. Let him go hungry."

Trish frowned. "Why? What's the point in making the guy starve? Just because he decked you?"

"Never mind why," Gabe growled. "Just stop worrying about the sorry bastard, will you?"

Trish shrugged and reached for her bottle of bubbly. "Whatever you say, lover. You're the boss."

Boss? she snickered inwardly. Yeah, a screwed one.

Half an hour later found Trish and Gabe in Lonesome Valley, picking their way along the narrow deer trail in silence. Gabe was bringing up the rear. Once Trish stopped, and when he came up against her, she reached back and gave his limp cock a quick squeeze, then said, "If we hit the jackpot today, I'm going to use that canvas sack for a pillow while you throw a wild fuck into me. Are you with me?"

"All the way, puss. Just keep your hand off my dong so it doesn't turn into a premature orgy. Move it." Trish laughed and stepped out again. They reached the ponderosa tree a few minutes later. She looked up. The branches were lush, causing her to comment, "I can't see a damn thing."

"You aren't by your lonesome. I'll have to climb up for a look."

Trish lit a cigarette as she watched Gabe go up the tree trunk, then vanish into the branches. He was out of sight, but not out of mind. Neither was the money.

Breasts trembled in tune to her ragged breathing as her mind begged, Be there!

She hunkered down on the deadfall that no longer bore traces of Hank's flesh and blood, broke the seal on the bottle of cheap champagne she had brought along, waited. It seemed as though forever passed twice before she heard Gabe yell, "It's here! We're rich, we're rich!"

"Correction," Trish murmured, "I'm rich. You gave me one dumping too many, and now I'm going to make you pay through the nose for doing same. No half a loaf of bread for this kid. I want the whole thing. And I know how to get it. I'll fuck you out of your share."

Gabe dropped to the ground with the bag of loot. He laughed at the greed glittering in her eyes and said, "Here's your pillow, puss. Want me to open it up and show you the stuffing?"

"Later," Trish purred as she walked up to him. "I'd cream in my jeans if I saw that beautiful money. Let's have a little fun first, and then we'll trip to the cabin and make with the split."

Gabe's cock proceeded to stretch and harden behind his pants. "I'm with you, puss. I've never banged a chick whose head rested on a pillow made of money. It should be one fucking we'll both remember for the rest of our lives."

You will, Trish thought malevolently. You sure as hell will.

Gabe dropped the money bag to the ground and held out his arms. "Come here, puss. I've got something for you."

Trish glanced at the bulge in his crotch and licked her lips. "So I notice. Big bastard, isn't it?"

"You said a mouthful."

Trish laughed and slipped her arms around his neck. She insinuated the length of her sensuous body against his to let him know the firm pressure of her breasts, the contour of her cunt mound. Thinking about the royal shafting she would give this sadistic bastard a bit later created a strange heat in her loins, causing her to rub her pussy against his tumid flesh and pant, "Turn me on all the way, lover. Give me some tongue."

Gabe covered her mouth with his own. Her eyes closed, her lips parted. She felt something slipping away from her as his tongue darted between her teeth and explored the secret sweetness of her mouth, but for the moment she didn't care. She moaned and strained her body harder against him, and his own hands dropped to grip her haunches, as if by this gesture he could suck her all the way inside himself.

Trish massaged his cock through the pants that covered it.

Gabe continued to French her until the torment in her loins became unbearable.

"The moss," she murmured throatily against his lips. "Let's stretch out on the moss over by that tree and do our thing, lover."

"I'm with you."

"Now!"

Gabe's hands found and massaged her breasts in a kneading manner. Sweat popped out on his brow and ran down into his eyes, despite the early morning chill that filled the air. A few seconds later he stopped toying with her tits, picked up the canvas sack and said, "Here's your pillow, puss."

They took the few necessary steps and sank to the sun-bleached patch of moss as one body. Trish stretched out on her back, tucked the bulky sack behind her head. Gabe knelt beside her, his hands busy as they fumbled with the buttons on her shirt, the snaps of her bra, the zipper of her tapered slacks. Boots went. Then the shacks and panties. Now she was naked. He unzipped himself and exposed his enormous erection. Trish grinned and trapped his cock in her warm hand. Gabe sucked wind, then lowered his lips and kissed the peaks of her dancing breasts. Her nipples were stiff with desire. He kissed one, then the other, and momentarily Trish's legs drifted apart and she pulled him between them. His lips continued to excite her nipples, while her eyes slitted and her hips began to grind with passion.

"Stop drooling over me and do your thing," she hissed. "I can't take much more of your teasing. My cunt is hotter than a volcano on the verge of eruption."

"You aren't the only one in agony. My balls ache worse now than when Dooley put his knee to them."

"Then take me… now!"

"Aim me."

Trish nuzzled the moist knob of his cock against her dewy cuntlips and whispered harshly, "Slap it to me, Gabe. Jam that big dick of yours in my snatch and make my asshole jealous. Fuck me, lover. Feed me this juicy whang of yours and make my eyeballs pop… all the way out of their sockets."

"Now?"

"Now."

Gabe lunged. Their bodies became fused in an embrace of lust. His hands found and kneaded her heaving tits again as their bodies locked and rocked in a violent fucking rhythm. His cockshaft slammed furiously into her drooling snatch as she moaned out her passion.

"Fuck me, Gabe! That's it, feed me that wonderful prick of yours! Ah, sweet mother of all whores, I feel as though I have the biggest cock in the world inside my pussy! Ooooo!"