Breeding wife was very exciting for me because I would regard myself as 'over sexed' We were both brought up in the heart of the countryside and we were very familiar with a****l breeding sights. It went hand in hand with country life. Cow being brought to bull, mare to the stallion etc. So it came naturally to use a****l terms in sex between humans. For instance when my wife was ovulating she would tell me that she was now 'in season' or 'in heat' and those days were 'no knickers days'. On these days she would encourage me to mount her at will. There was no need for preliminaries, her vulva would be swollen and weeping. Whenever I had a hard on she wanted me to put it to her without any ceremony. Except when we retired at night, then I would make sure she got her due thrill and I would keep at her until she orgasmed before I seeded her.

Regularly we worked outside together so anytime I felt my horn rising (while always respecting that she was 'in her time') all I had to do was lift her dress and she would instinctively open her legs for me. On those occasions all she required from me was to mount and seed her. It could take place anywhere, in the barn, out in the orchard up against a tree. If I came in and she was making the dinner, she would stop and I would take her on the table or doggy on the floor, nothing was set in stone.

One afternoon we were both weeding drills of turnips on our hands on knees and she was slightly ahead of me. All the while my focus was on her firm round arse. Watching her as she moved along made me as stiff as a poker, so without any warning I came up behind her and taking out my tool while lifting her dress I was on her and in her before she even realised it. While I was pumping her I saw the woman next door looking over her fence at us. When I looked up and saw her she ducked down and I thought she was embarrassed. When I looked up again she was back and she had her 17 year old daughter with her and they were both pointing and giggling. As I was shedding my load, I heard the woman say to her daughter; "Those two are always doing this. See how he's grunting and shaking, he's breeding her right now". When I thought I had finished I let my rod slip out. Whether it was the thrill of been watched and hearing them talk like that, I'm not sure, either way there was one last spurt in me which arced onto the wife's back.