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Sally On The Farm

"I've planned an interesting weekend," I told my wife Sally.
"Really? What do you have in mind?" she asked.
"It's a surprise," I replied. "Get in the car and let's go."
We drove for three hours until we reached a picturesque farm surrounded by rolling fields. There were horses and cattle in the fields. We drove into the driveway for a large two story farmhouse. From the driveway we could see a big red barn. In a fenced area outside the barn there were a large black stallion and a brown mare.
"They are certainly fine looking animals," Sally commented.
A man in blue jeans and a work shirt came out of the house and toward us. He had a nice tan and muscles from working around the farm. He looked to be around 32 years old.
"Sally, this is Jim," I said. "A friend of mine owns this farm and Jim runs if for him. Since you have lived your whole life in the city, I thought you would enjoy seeing what life is like on farm. We'll be spending tonight in the guest bedroom."
We had arrived around 5 pm so headed inside the house for an early farm dinner. After dinner Jim invited Sally outside to see the farm. I was a little tired after the drive so I stayed inside the house watching television. At least that was my excuse for not going on the tour. Knowing my wife, I expected she might want a little time alone with Jim.
As is usual when we go on our little excurions, Sally was dressed to thrill. She had on a knee length cotton dress that buttoned all of the day down the front. Today it was unbuttoned to reveal some of her magnificent cleavage. She was not wearing any underwear so when she bent over or moved a certain way, her nipples would peak out. She was wearing high heels that were not at all suited for walking around a farm but did a great job of showing off her legs.
As Sally walked with Jim, it was clear that he was admiring her. She thought he also was pretty attractive and decided it wouldn't hurt to flirt. She first asked him if he had a wife or girlfriend. He didn't reply so she figured even if he did, it didn't matter. Whenever they stopped walking and he showed her one of the sights around the farm, she stood very close to him. A couple of times she brushed up against him, as though by accident. As they came to the barn they could see that the stallion was up on the mare's back, humping her. Jim seemed a little embarrassed and tried to direct her attention away from the action, but Sally stopped and stared.
"Are they doing what I think they are doing," she asked.
"Uh, yes," he replied, "we should probably go on."
"Oh no, this is kind of interesting," Sally said. "Actually, it kind of turns me on."
Jim just stared at Sally for a moment. She was up against the fence watching the two horses fucking. She was almost straddling the fence post and had lifted one leg up so a foot was resting on a crosspiece. As she leaned against the fence post her body was moving ever so slightly. Every time the stallion thrust into the mare, Sally's body shuddered a bit, as though she was imagining herself to be the mare. They silently watched the two horses. As the humping intensified, Sally's breath also intensified. Jim's eyes shifted rapidly as he looked first at the horses, then at Sally. Finally the stallion snorted loudly, then pulled out. Sally let out a deep breath and turned to Jim.
"There's something so free about nature," she said. "Animals don't worry about being married or following certain moral patterns. They just fuck when they get the urge. That's the way I prefer it, natural and animalistic. What about you?" Sally moved close to Jim, looking him straight in the eyes.
"Let me show you the barn," Jim said hastily, "it's really very up-to-date in design." As Jim turned and walked into the barn Sally could see a bulge in his tight jeans. She was pleased that her flirting was having the desired effect on him.
Jim continued the tour through the barn but it was clear that he was rather nervous. Every time he looked at Sally, she gave him a look of sheer adoration that was designed to keep the bulge in his pants from subsiding. Finally they walked up some stairs into the top floor of the barn. There Jim showed her all of the hay bales that were stored there for the winter. He told her to sit on one of the hay bales and then sat across from her.
"Do you have any questions?" he asked.
"Are horses all that you breed on this farm?" Sally asked.
"Well, what you saw in the corral doesn't usually happen. Ordinarily we do artificial insemination,' Jim replied.
"Artificial? Why that doesn't sound like any fun at all. I've heard of some women who really want babies getting artifically inseminated but that sounds so boring. Personally I enjoy getting inseminated the old-fashioned way...by fucking." Sally looked him straight in the eye as she said this. Then she slowly spread her legs, pulling up her skirt to her thighs. As Jim looked down at her legs he could see straight up her skirt to her pussy.
At this point, Jim couldn't resist the flirting anymore. He got up and walked quickly across to her. Grabbing her by the hair behind her neck, he kissed her hard, sliding his hand up her thigh. Sally made a half-hearted effort to push him away but he was so strong she could not. She struggled for a moment then gave in, allowing him to push his tongue into her mouth. As his hand pressed against her pussy, she pressed back against it.
Pulling away, he spoke harshly, "So you want it the old-fashioned way. I'm going to fuck you just like the stallion did the mare. I'll show you animal sex."
Jim flipped Sally around and pushed her down to her knees across the hay bale. She offered only token resistance, struggling soundlessly, but his firm hand kept her down. There was a zipping sound and then Jim pushed Sally's dress up around her waist. She knew what was coming next, in fact she had been working toward it all evening. By now her pussy was wet and ready. She spread her legs and waited for him to thrust himself into her.
"Shove that big stallion cock of yours into me," Sally moaned, "I want you to inseminate me the old-fashioned way."
With that, Jim knelt behind her and shoved his stiff cock deep into Sally's pussy. He leaned over and spoke into her ear. "You are an animal. Here you are, behaving like whore, while your husband is only yards away in the house."
"Don't think about him right now. All I want to do is fuck. Treat me like your slut, fuck me and fill me," Sally nearly shouted.
What neither of them realized in the heat of the moment was that I was no longer in the house. Fully expecting something like this to happen, I had been spying on them from the house while they watched the horses. When they entered the barn I had quietly left the house and followed them inside. They had been so focused on each other that neither had seen me come up the stairs and duck behind some bales of hay. There I watched the scene unfold.
Jim slowly pulled his dick out and then rammed it in again. Over and over again, he rapidly and roughly buried his cock into my wife's wet pussy. Her face pressed into the hay, Sally gasped with each thrust of Jim's dick.
"Oh yes, inseminate me," Sally screamed now, not caring who heard her, "give me your cum." Jim's strokes became even more rapid as he neared climax. As Sally writhed on her knees in front of and beneath him, he gulped air and then shuddered with one deep thrust. His cock jerked as it poured semen into my slut wife.
As I watched this young farmer fill my wife with his seed, I remembered the many times this scene had played out in our give year marriage. With my urging and full approval, Sally had fucked complete strangers everywhere from a biker bar to a Mardi Gras party. But I wasn't going to let Jim know that just yet.
Jim pulled his wet cock from my wife's pussy and I walked out in plain view. "What are you doing, you cheap slut," I said to Sally. "Can't I take you anywhere without you fucking everything on two legs?"
Sally recoiled in mock terror. She knew full well that I approved of what she had just done. I completely ignored Jim, who was backed up against the hay bales. "When I saw those two horses going at it, I knew that my whore wife would be up to next," I shouted. "Well, you aren't finished yet, now it's my turn."
I unzipped my pants and pulled out my cock. While I was watching Jim and Sally, it had gotten as hard as a hay fork.
"Now suck it," I ordered Sally. She crawled forward on her hands and knees. Obediently she knelt below me and started sucking on my cock. Her blonde hair had pieces of hay in it and her cheek was still red from being pressed into the hay bale while Jim had fucked her.
I looked around and saw Jim edging his way along the wall. "Come back here," I ordered him. "My slut wife might as well suck you too." He looked confused but came back and stood next to me. Sally turned to him and licked their mingled juices off of his limp cock. Jim was so nervous, however, that his cock stayed limp despite her sucking.
At this point I decided to let the poor guy off the hook and explained to him that I really didn't have a problem with what he and Sally had done. In fact, I told him I had enjoyed watching them. With that explanation he was clearly relieved and his cock began to harden under her attentive care.
Soon Sally was again on her hands and knees in the hay with a hard cock pluging into her pussy. This time the cock was mine and I was enjoying sloppy seconds. Jim stood in front of her as her mouth and tongue continued their skillful coaxing of the cum from his cock. This effort quickly met with success and a stream of semen shot across my wife's face into her blonde hair, mingling with the pieces of hay. A second stream of cum spurted from his cock onto her check and she caught yet a third stream in her mouth. The sight of my beautiful slut wife's cum-covered face was too much for me. Soon my sperm mingled with Jim's as I emptied load after load into my wife's fertile pussy.

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