this story is about my first bestial experience with some minor changes. My husband and I own small horse farm in the S. Central U.S. which we suppliment with a small outside income. Our place is tree covered hills and private when secured behind a locked gate.We have a modest home but our horsebarn is above average. It is fairly large with an apartment above. The main part has six stalls and at the back end is a breeding room with three more stalls and wash bay and small vet room,All which is separated by another wall and doorway.

We have a few arab mares and twoArab stallions and a teaser pony we use to check the mares estrus. My husband and I have been around horses all our lives and are by no means novices.The events I am relating in this story took place just a few years back when I was about thirty-one. I am still younger middle age and according to my husband well built and attractive. In the spring we began the breeding season. We checked if a mare was coming into heat by leading up to our teasing pony at his stall in the breeding room.He is a shetland minature cross stallion and his conformation is just like a small horse.

He is a dark bay and very gentle and easy to handle. At the time the story takes place Chips(the pony)was a four year old.Leading the mares to his stall he would begin to nicker deeply and wringing his tail and immediately begin to get an erection.If the mare is in heat she would then spread her back legs raise her tail and urinate the creamy yellow fluid of a mare in estrus.If she was in heat we lead her to the center of the room and then my husband would lead the chosen stallion in to breed her.Each time we breed a mare I get so horney I get very wet between the legs.Well into the breeding season I told my husband that I felt sorry for Chips because he gets worked-up and teased but never gets to breed a mare , My husband responded by saying"well you could always help him out".Half-heartedly I said"I dooon't think so",although the thought had crossed my mind more than once.

This subject went back and forth between us for about a week as we semi-joked I gave it more serious consideration.Then one afternoon I asked my husband what chips might do if given the opportunity,and he asked if I wanted to find out? There is only one way to know for sure.later that evening after thinking over the idea I agreed.We decided on the next Friday night which gave us four days to plan so we could do everything right.We had a small platform in the garage we used for a small shelf it is sturdy about waist-high and nearly 18 inches wide and three and a half feet long.My husband proceeded to clean it up and we agreed if it was covered with a saddle pad and plush blanket it would work well for me to lay over.As each day grew closer the thought and anticipation of what was going to take place friday-night made me shiver with guarded excitement. TO BE CONTNUED SOON!