"Are you afraid of your fantasies becoming reality, Michael?"

"Well, some of them better remain what they are: imagination!" We were silent for a while. She kept on smoking with long, deep drags. As she uncrossed her long legs, the kimono fell aside, revealing the top of her stockings and her smooth flesh to mid-thigh. She didn't seem to mind. I lighted a cigarette myself. For a few moments, we were again outside time. Everything was so strange. Let's face it, how often does on have the chance to talk about things like these, if ever? And with a complete stranger for that matter.

She slowly faced me and spoke again. The sad, mellow look on her face broke my heart. "I don't really care if you or anyone else judges me. You see Michael, Leo is very precious to me. I love him beyond words. He's my ecstasy and agony at the same time; in a way he represents my husband's legacy and the ordeal that came with it." Silence again. "There's a bottle of Remy Martin and cognac glasses in the bar behind you. Would you be so kind and pour for both of us? I think I need it to go any further..."

I got up and poured generously in two baccarat tumblers. I bent over to hand her hers and there was that bitter-sweet fragrance again. My head went spinning. "Eau de Soir", she said, guessing me again. "Mauro loved it..." I sat back facing her. I felt like a little boy under the Christmas tree. What a woman!

"Do you want me to continue Michael? You can still refuse and go out of here, remembering this as nothing more than a bizarre incident that got you aroused on a summer evening; a spicy story to tell your male friends sometime, although I count on your discretion to never disclose my true identity or the location of this house. Also, I want you to give me your word that should you choose to listen further, nothing of what you shall hear or see from now on will be made public, in any way. Because Michael, before I'm through in sharing my life with you, you'll never think the same again. As a male, I mean... Gentleman's word?"

This time I really looked at her; you know, that look from-deep-down-inside when you load your soul power into one long, hard, penetrating gaze as if you're trying to convince them you're worthy of something. I nodded slowly. "I promise Mona. And yes, I would like you to go on. I believe in experiencing all things in life. Why me, though? You hardly know me..."

"I feel I can trust you. Call it woman's intuition if you want. Also, you happen to be in the right place, at the right time. Even Leo likes you and that doesn't happen too often." Mona swirled her glass before taking a delicate sip from the cognac and making it last in her mouth, head thrown back, eyes closed. She worked a little lever on the side of the chair and brought it down to a lower position. Her crossed legs were facing me now and I had a unobstructed view of the underside of her thighs down to where the buttocks rested on the leather seat; the black sheath of the kimono fell to reveal the birth of a perfect ass. Nested at the base of the stockinged thighs, her naked sex was peeking out just a hint above the black leather. Oh, God! I swallowed hard on more cognac. Leo sighted in his sleep.

"I met my husband twelve years ago. At an orgy. One of those skin parties where everybody made it out with everybody; sort of a high class, restricted sex club; they were fashionable in late seventies, no AIDS scare in those days. A couple I knew introduced me to the swinging scene, and since I was trying to cope with a recent emotional breakdown over some jerk, I went at it full force. You see Michael, I got a very sensual nature and know no bounds when it comes to sex. It is something I had to fight to control all my life. Yes, I was pretty wild back then... Mauro seemed so out of place there, standing alone in a corner, glass in hand, watching all those people fornicating! Getting out of some heavy embrace, I went straight to him. Half an hour later we were out of there, laughing like children over a delicious dinner in a small Italian restaurant. He told me it was his first time in such a place, and he did not intend to go back ever again. One of his doctor friends has insisted he gave it a try, to break the monotony of the long hospital hours. He was a working maniac, a perfectionist. Whatever he did had to be perfect. By that time he was already one of the top heart surgeons in the country. I was fascinated by his intensity. There was a driven man, the opposite to my self-indulgent drifting in life. Like night and day. It was love at first sight... "We got married after three months. We were the perfect match. I gave him warmth and affection, the best sex he ever had; he gave me a sense of purpose and worthiness. We started to travel quite a lot. His skill and expertise were in high demand all over the world. Medical conventions were fighting to get him as a guest speaker. He took me everywhere with him, these being the only times we could really be together. For eight years I was on the top of the world, literally. We had a mutual understanding relationship. I never interfered with his work or complained about how little time we spent together. Instead I made the best of what we had, happy enough to not be cornered into a suffocating marriage. Many envied him for having such a wife. Some of them knew about my wild days and were coming strong at me, whenever they had a chance. You see, with all the traveling and reading, I became quite a sophisticated lady. The poor fools thought I was neglected by my husband. If they only knew what refinements in the art of love I've picked up from all our travels to keep my husband happy... Men are so blind, sometimes it's pathetic! They couldn't see I was in love with Mauro and the way of life he'd handed me on a silver platter. I didn't need their petty little adventures, I was a fulfilled woman. Until the accident..." Her voice got very sad.

Leo jumped up instantly, pricking his ears and growling uncomfortably. He was watching me. I froze again, startled. "Shhhh Leo! It's OK. It's not his fault, I just got sad with the memories. Sit now!..." Leo wasn't too convinced, but sat down anyway, to the left of the tempting view. Taking another mouthful of cognac, I zoomed in again on the fleshy peach in front of me. Behind closed eyes, Mona was seeing her own world.

"One night, walking home from the hospital, he got hit by a car. Some drunk teenagers, having fun with a stolen car. I was in Paris at that time, for a spring fashion show. They got me at the hotel just as I was going out the door. I took the afternoon flight back home. He was in the intensive care unit for about a week. One of his best friends looked after him, but there was nothing they could do to give him back the feeling of his legs. He was to remain in a wheelchair for the rest of his life, paralyzed from the waist down. For the next ten months he tried every recuperating technique available. Nothing worked. He gave up and something died inside of him then. Sadly for him, he lost all hope and got into self-pity. We started to discuss our future. He knew I was hot blooded and sooner or later I'll end up having affairs, although he also knew that I loved him enough not to do it without his consent. We were considering all sorts of alternatives, but I knew he would hurt inside if another man was to replace him. He wasn't exactly jealous, but Mauro was a very proud man and being challenged out of his territory was too much for him. Our heaven became our hell. Then, one day something happened that somehow solved this problem, but brought others, much more difficult to deal with.

"I still remember that day as if it was yesterday! It was a hot summer afternoon and I was sunbathing nude by the swimming pool. As you can see, this house has total privacy. No neighbors on the sides, just wild nature. Anyway, I was always naked by the pool and Mauro liked that quite a lot. He used to worship my body, especially since I got this dragon tattooed on my belly a few years back while in Singapore for one of his conferences. That's when I had my pubic hair removed permanently too. A little present for him from his ever lustful wife. Thai art; painful but fascinating. He used to look at the dragon for hours on end... So there I was, applying some tanning lotion on my body and then lying back to bask in the afternoon sun, legs spread apart. As I was dozing off, Leo came out of his cool hideout under the deck, and attracted by the powerful caramel smell of the lotion, started licking me between the legs without any warning. And he was doing it vigorously, excited even more, I presume, by the strange looking thing on my belly. I cannot describe that feeling, when caught between pleasure and surprise, I hesitated to react immediately. Leo was still a puppy in my eyes, just a little over one year-old. As fate would have it, Mauro was in the shadows of the living room, watching me intently, as he often did since he got confined to the wheelchair. I knew he liked to ogle me, after all I was the one to tease him sexually all the time; he only had to make choices from a wide variety of show-offs. That's how I got to wear only dresses, and stockings with garter belts. Silk only, of course... Anyway, he urged me not to move!

"The tone of his voice made the situation even more bizarre. I didn't see any obvious reason not to comply: the dog didn't know any better, it gave me pleasure and if Mauro wanted that, it was OK with me. Leo kept licking my naked pussy like there was no tomorrow, sending me to the sky and back a few times. I opened my eyes finally and the sight of the big dog going down on me made me even hotter. By now, his penis was out of its sheath and I was intrigued by the size and shape of it. Almost human, except for the odd swell at the base.

"I looked up at Mauro, not sure of what to do next. What I saw in his eyes left no doubt about his desire. He nodded silently and looked at Leo's engorged tool. I turned around, still on my back and took a hold of that strange looking cock. I gave it a thorough examination, and slowly slipped its tip into my mouth. It tasted a little funny but not unpleasant. Leo was always very clean and well taken care of. A rich man's dog. As soon as he felt the warmth of my mouth, he started humping rapidly, pumping in and out like crazy. I almost choke when he came, flooding my mouth with hot, bitter-salty squirts of sperm. It took me by surprise, and fearing I'll choke again, I swallowed it all... I still get hot thinking about the first time..."

In front of me, the thighs were squeezing lightly the nested peach, its velvety lips getting moist and swelling as she spoke. Under the robe, my throbbing cock twitched painfully. Holy shit! I wondered, in a flash, if she was doing it on purpose, or if she cared at all, immersed as she was in reliving her memories.

Before I could decide, she spoke again. "Everything changed since that moment... That very night, Mauro had me on my hand and knees on this very lion skin, buttocks up in the air, all ready and thrilled with the anticipation of the forbidden thing. Leo's training was about to begin. You see, we talked it over that afternoon and I confessed to him that the idea of having Leo for a lover excited me tremendously, provided he can be trained to satisfy my needs. Also, I felt my husband would be more secure knowing my sexual needs were catered to by a dog he loved rather than by a competing male. Mauro was alive with excitement! Realizing the dog was initially stimulated by the smell of my tanning lotion, Mauro had prepared a mixture of honey and caramel sauce, which he spread generously over my exposed genitals. He knew how to get me hot and I was going wild under his probing fingers. My own juices started to flow, adding to the sweet mixture of the ointment. Mauro called Leo over and let him lap at my behind for a while, before helping the dog mount me and putting his prick in me with his own hand.

I went berserk with desire, but Mauro told me to hold still and allow Leo to find his way in and get used to me. And that he did, pushing in that huge cock in one stroke, whining and starting to hump furiously against my buttocks. Leo kept plowing me for what seemed an eternity, bringing wave after wave of maddening orgasms. I cringed in pain when the bulge went in, stretching my vagina like never before, but pain soon became pleasure. Unspeakable pleasure! I was in heaven, fucked by a dog! I remember looking back in haze from under my arms to see Mauro watching us transfixed, his wheelchair only a few feet away. I felt something growing inside me, stretching me to the limit, and figured it had to be the knot at the base of Leo's cock. It felt huge, and I realized he's gonna be stuck in me for a while, when jets of hot liquid gushed inside me and down the inside of my thighs.

We stayed like that for a while, me panting and overwhelmed and Leo awkwardly trying to dismount me. It took a while, but in the end we got apart and I really loved the way he licked us both clean. Mauro wheeled over and kissed me on the lips and told me we have found a solution to our marital problems. We had indeed. It took about six months to train Leo to be a true replacement for Mauro. And what a perfect lover he became, learning all my needs, sensing all my moods and obeying to all my wishes! How many males that you know would have given up getting it in after being aroused, as Leo did in the bathroom? How many can a woman talk out of it, when she doesn't feel like having sex, Michael?" It became too hot all of a sudden. I had trouble breathing. I couldn't believe this was happening to me. I just wanted to jump on her and get lost between those sleek thighs, when she uncrossed her legs and spreading them wide open, looked at me over her knees with those emerald eyes, head straight, elbows propped on the chair.

"Do you still want me Michael, now that you know that the object of your lust is a dog's mistress?... You know, a few others gave it a try since Mauro's death, but gave up when they were told Leo would be part of the deal. Because there were a few others from the many that wanted to have me. Some of them freaked out only seeing Leo. They all lasted for a few days, one night stands in posh homes or hotel rooms, since I could not have sex in my house with Leo around. He's very possessive and seems to appraise people far better than I can. Judging by the way he accepts you, I think he likes you. And so do I, Michael. Are you game, stranger?"

I couldn't take my eyes from her superb vulva. The darkish smooth lips, swollen by arousal, were parted slightly showing the moist inner flesh as the glistening clitoris came unhooded between the teeth of the strange looking dragon. It stood erect and twitching in the soft light. She brought her hand down, the red-nailed, long, nervous fingers dipping into the wet folds of her cunt and started tracing slow circles around her love bud. I almost leaped forward to sink my teeth in the tantalizing flesh, when Mona warned me huskily: "Don't Michael! Not until Leo gets to know you; he can get very aggressive if you touch me now. Have patience and let him get used to you, otherwise he might jump you. There's a jar of honey labeled Leo in the kitchen. Bring it to me and sit back and enjoy. We got a show for you!"

I got up in a trance and brought the big jar back into the living room. Leo was already between her legs, aroused by the sweet smell of her dripping pussy. He was whining and sniffing, trying to get a better hold of his prey. She calmed him down, kissing his wet nose and whispering in a low voice. Mona stood up and untied the kimono, letting it fall at her feet. Her statuesque body was glowing in the soft light, the heavy breasts sagging just a bit, the dark large nipples quivering with excitement above a narrow waist and the flat belly bellow. The fiery looking dragon was pointing downwards, his open jaws about to bite the top of her labia. She winked at me as I sat back on my armchair, this time taking my throbbing cock out in the open. I just wanted it to last forever. Mona got down on her knees on the lion skin, her side towards me. She took some magic honey from the jar and started rubbing it on her pussy, slowly working her fingers in and out of those puffy outer lips.

She brought her chin down to the furry skin facing me, eyes half closed, buttocks raised towards the ceiling. She gave a short twist to the spread with her knees and I got treated with a three quarter view of the fingers sliding in and out of her asshole, the relaxing sphincter engulfing more and more of the honey-coated intruders each time. I was having a hard time slowing down the rhythm of my pumping hand. Leo was circling her all this time, whining and panting like a caged beast, oblivious to my presence. For a moment I was afraid he might change focus and take interest in my painful erection. He seemed to wait for a signal. This was obviously a ritual between them, a well-orchestrated play between the woman and the dog. "Come Leo!" Mona was ready for action. The dog went instantly between her spread thighs and started licking the ointed goodies. His back almost brushing my knees, Leo went at it with delicate thrusts, lapping the honey off the glistening openings. Long, strong licks, punctuated by Mona's increasing moaning and writhing under the invading tongue. The dog's huge purple cock was out now, standing a full ten inches.

My God, what a tremendous tool! Hard to believe Mona could take all that, still... I started pumping my own erection furiously. "Now Leo, put it in me darling! Let me have that gorgeous cock of yours, my love! Now!" Obeying readily, the dog retreated and leaning on his hind legs, mounted Mona, his front paws coming to the sides of her arched back. The tip of his penis brushed against the woman's buttocks, but her hand came over to help, aiming it directly at her waiting cunt. I stared in disbelief how the slippery cock went in without effort, the ugly knot butting against the stretched lips. Leo pumped madly and in a few strokes, he was all in! Holy fuck! Whining loudly, the dog went humping at high speed, an incredible fuck-machine. He would pump furiously for a few minutes, then slow down, then pick up speed again. Chin buried deep into the lion skin, eyes closed on a face distorted by a pleasurable pain, Mona wailed like a wounded animal. "Ooohhh Leo, fuck me darling, fuck me hard. Yyesss, fuck your nasty bitch Leo, fuck me gorgeous, yyyyeesss, give it to me baby, ooohhh..."

I was about to spend myself all over them when she called out my name. She had to repeat it for me to understand her words. "Come here Michael, let me suck you out of your pain... Aaargh, come lover, I want that cock in my mouth now!" I was above her face in a flash. She didn't even open her eyes when, bringing her face up and straightening her arms in one fluid motion, she engulfed my throbbing shaft. I just went with the flow. My mind was blank. There was nothing outside the incredible pleasure her mouth was giving me, lips sliding up and down the shaft, playing hide and seek under my glazed eyes. There was no time, no space, no nothing except the in and out. The whole world was the size of my cock, stretching hot and moist between its tip and her tonsils in an incredible journey of wet advances and retreats. That's when my brain exploded and in the blinding light I came like never before, the hot geyser erupting from depths I've never known, never imagined... I could have died right then and there, with no regrets, no farewells. My knees gave under me and down I went, my cock still in her mouth; her lips still clamped tight around the shaft, she was sucking the dear life out of me and moaning to death as her own orgasm hit her, wave after wave of dog sperm flooding her insides.

Leo was the first one to come out of it. He dismounted Mona and dutifully licked both her and himself clean. When done, he came around and licked her gently on the cheek, his eyes full of gratitude. He sniffed for a while at my limp penis and then went to lie down next to the fireplace with a bored look.