<div class="floatleft">(http://i1254.photobucket.com/albums/hh605/JennyFive69/Michelle_zpsdc8fea09.jpg)</div>Michelle wiped the sweat from her brow.  Even indoors, it was hot and humid during the long summer days.  She stepped away from the sink and peeled yellow gloves from her aching hands, setting them on the drying rack with half the dishes she'd washed.  The woman pulled her hair tie free, letting her long, thick brown hair fly in the breeze of the open window just above the sink.  She put her hands on the counter and stretched her back painfully, but pleasantly.  Looking out over the farm she spied the barn and the acres of field she and her family tended.  It was a quiet, respectable life, but fraught with hard, back-breaking work and hot days like this.<br/><br/>The woman was only 36.  She'd had a child within a year after her marriage vows, giving little time to prepare.  Still, she and Michael, her husband, raised their blonde-haired daughter with everything she could need.  Haley may not have had a computer or cell phone growing up like the other kids at school, but she knew the meaning of hard work and appreciated everything she did have.  Michelle smiled, seeing the girl carry buckets of water out for the workhands.  The young woman was really beginning to blossom, despite her social awkwardness.  The family lived miles from any neighbors, which took a toll on Haley in the form of extreme shyness towards anyone not apart of her family.  She even coward near the hired help.<br/><br/>Michelle's eyes danced along the field, taking in the sight of each exquisitely muscular form in turn.  Michael and Michelle had five horses that assisted in working the field and building structures for the farm.  There was Dominic, a Dark Bay, Roman, a pretty Skewbald with light brown fur and splotches of white, Connor, a Blue Roan with a grey coat, young Nicholas, a Chestnut colt with blonde hair, and finally the feisty Bailey, a beautiful Blood Bay with a long, golden mane.  The stallions and mare were more than workhorses, they were considered family.  Each had their own stable in the barn and were given plenty of food and drink.  It's all they ever needed or wanted.  Still, Haley was horribly shy around the studs.<br/><br/>Michelle couldn't say the same.  She hid a deep, primal lust for her broncos.  Seeing them shirtless and working their sinew day in and out really took a toll on her sexually frustrated mind.  The woman loved her husband with all her heart, but they'd had intimacy issues from the start.  The few times they actually made love a month were at best tame and unrewarding for Michelle.  She wanted something with power and a thickness that would really drive her wild.  But it would only ever be a fantasy.  Michelle could never cheat on Michael, especially with the help.. right?<br/><br/><br/><hr/><div class="floatleft">(http://i1254.photobucket.com/albums/hh605/JennyFive69/Haley_zps6332d928.jpg)</div>A pair of blonde pigtails bobbed about the studs like a rubber duck among bath toys.  Haley hung her head in reticence, trying not to look any of the men in the eye.  She'd had a problem being around people that weren't her direct family since birth.  Even aunts and uncles that held her as a baby found that she couldn't be calmed.  The farm being so far from any other family made that issue worse.  Regardless, Haley loved her life.  She had this big house and fields to run around in and woods to explore on her time off.  But life was catching up to her.<br/><br/>For weeks now, Haley had begun to have.. special feelings.  Now 18 years old and a beautiful, flowering woman, the girl was ripe for the picking.  She'd taken to touching herself at night while her thoughts flit to the men that worked for her parents.  The big, brawny stallions filled her fantasies with their powerful bodies and bulges at their crotches that screamed for her attention.  But Haley could only look and dream.  Surely a girl could only every lust after such a thing.<br/><br/><br/><br/><br/><br/><br/><hr/><div class="floatleft">(http://i1254.photobucket.com/albums/hh605/JennyFive69/Bailey_zpsf4324419.jpg)</div>Now was her chance.  With a grin, Bailey slid her hoe between Connor's legs and twisted.  She caught him as he took a step forward, toppling the stud easily.  With a loud chuckle, the mare leaned down over her buddy.<strong>"Aww, honey. I knew you'd fall head over heels for me someday."</strong>Her rich, southern accent was so thick it could be cut with a fork.  It was the kind of dialect men died for in this part of the country.  She offered her hand with a grin and wink as the other stallions laughed.<br/><br/>Bailey was the troublemaker of the group.  As the only female workhand, she felt it was her duty to show up the men every chance she got.  She figured being tame and girly was for breeding mares, not a working girl like herself.  The last thing she wanted was to hang around the stables all day carrying a bellyful of child or nursing a colt.  Still, getting that way could be quite fun.<br/><br/>Her sexual nature wasn't hidden.  Bailey teased and tempted the boys relentlessly.  An ass-slap here and a cheek-kiss there was enough to keep them all riled up and stamping whenever she passed by.  Even thought she could virtually swim through all the testosterone in the group, none of them had made a move on her.  Maybe they were all too gentlemanly or were just nice enough not to objectify her.  Either way, Bailey knew the day was coming that some lucky male would finally ride her.  And that day was coming soon.<br/><br/>She looked over at Michael, her boss and gave him a coy smile.  She'd noticed him looking at her a lot lately.  The mare had assumed it was just that she was a fine sight compared to the male muscle around the farm.  But perhaps there was something more.  Bailey would admit that Mike was a fine man.  Though not as big and muscular as the studs, he still held a charm and wit that was all his own.  Maybe it would be he that would saddle her.  She'd just have to wait and see.<br/>