S01.E01 - Layla (38)

Dark hair to her shoulders, a pleasant pale skinned face. No make-up. She’s got a few years on her and she looks like she needs some sleep. She speaks direct to camera with an educated, intelligent tone to her voice.

“Hello. My name is Layla Solano. I’m a 38 year old housewife, and I’m from Oxford.”

We watch as Layla prepares breakfast for her husband, Matthew, and three teenage sons – Michael (15), Martin (14) and Mark (13). She looks pretty good for a mother of three, but is clearly run off her feet by the lazy boys. Occasionally she smiles and laughs at something that one of the boys says, but we can’t hear due to her continuing her story in voice over. When she does smile we see the beauty in her.

“I’ve spent the last 16 years either pregnant or looking after my boys. Before that I was at university studying hard. Before that I was at school trying to impress my parents. I’ve never really done anything for myself.”

Matthew declined to be interviewed for the series, but we see the boys lined up for the camera, being interviewed. They’ve been told that their mother is appearing on a BBC show about women giving up their careers to look after family.

Michael – “I’m proud of mum. She works ever so hard to look after us. She deserves a holiday from us. She’s the best mum in the world.”

Martin – “I think mum’s sad because she went to university and worked really hard but never got a good job because she was too busy with having a family and everything.”

Mark – “Mum’s awesome. She makes the best dinners and gives the best hugs. I hope she wins a prize on the show.”

Back to Layla, loading the boys up into dad’s Volvo, waving them all off on the school run. She is left standing in the driveway. She turns to face camera and smiles, quite comfortable with our presence.

Then we’re back in her home, in the kitchen, her leaning back against the bench, arms folded casually. A little defensive, but quite happy to chat.

“I don’t know where the idea came from, but I’ve known since I was a teenager that I was attracted to dogs. I’ve always fantasized about having sex with one. And today, I’m going to make my dreams come true.”

We’re taking Layla to the north-east of England for the weekend, to meet with a very special new friend...

And then we’re on a council estate in an unidentified northern town (it’s actually Gateshead, but we don’t publicise this as it was still debateable whether what we were doing was legal or not and we didn’t want our host to get in trouble).

Pablo (not his real name), our host, works for the Royal Mail. He lives with his dog in a small two bedroom council house. Unlike Layla, who’s face is shown in great detail, Pablo’s face is digitized to protect his anonymity. He speaks as little as possible – we might hear an occasional instruction or word of advice given to Layla. The house is neat but small, simply decorated, with movie posters on the walls and a huge plasma tv dominating the single living area.

Pablo’s dog is a large Rottweiler, unimaginatively named Rocky. A magnificent beast that appears to be made of pure muscle. He looks intimidating but behaves like a cuddly toy.

There’s a knock at the door. Outside Layla smiles as the door opens and she is welcomed in. There’s a hint of nervousness in the way she looks around as she enters. She’s immediately taken by the size of Rocky. “Oh, he’s a big boy ... A very big boy...” She stammers, but the wide smile on her face indicates that she’s very happy to see him.

A few minutes later, her coat is off and she’s sitting on the couch in Pablo’s living room. She’s wearing a blouse and jeans. Her hair loose and natural. She’s put on minimal make-up. Rocky is sitting on at her feet looking up at her as she rubs his chest.

What does she think of him?

“He’s a handsome boy ... He’s great.”

Is she looking forward to this?

“Very much. I’ve been waiting a long time.”

Is she nervous?

“Yes, quite nervous, but it’s a good kind of nervous.”

What is it about dogsex that turns her on?

“I think it’s the taboo. It’s not the done thing. I think the idea that I’ll be at an animal’s mercy, being used, being a total slut. I’ve always been a good girl. It will be amazing to just be wild. Really wild!”

Can she tell us again, who she is, and what she wants to do...

“My name is Layla Solano, and I want this big beautiful dog to fuck me like his bitch!”

She’s getting undressed. Seemingly more nervous about showing her body to the camera than having sex with an animal on television. She has no need to be nervous – as she removes her blouse we see that she’s slim, her belly just a little loose, but not fat. As she peels off her jeans we see that she has fairly long, reasonably toned legs, her bum sagging just a little. Her panties come off next and we see an untrimmed but not too bushy pussy. Finally her bra comes off and her boobs, 36Cs, droop a little and have large, long nipples which are already erect and highly sensitive to the touch of her fingertips.

Pablo shows her how to take up position. Knees spread, bum in the air, boobs on the carpet, weight resting on her chest and shoulders. Her hands are both free to move around her body, and as she waits she gently massages her breasts, her long fingers squeezed between flesh and floor.

Are you ready?

“I’m very very ready ... Yes.”

Pablo releases Rocky and the dog immediately makes for her rear end. Licking at her pussy and making her jump. His big tongue slopping over her lips, and up the cleft in her arse ... Wet and warm, making everything down there wet and slippery. Making Layla squirm and writhe... “Ohh God ... That’s ... So ... Filthy...”