Massage Therapy Ch. 05 Part 2 (Beta)

Author's Note: Here's the expanded second part of chapter 5. I think I got the general idea of how I want to ease things in for the rest of the story.

Layla settled onto Ashlyn’s couch in her downstairs living room, stretching her legs across the cushions after a nice dinner. The two women enjoyed a delicious meal, catching up on their lives and doing some girl gossiping. The evening was winding down, but Layla felt a lingering thought about her secret session with Goro she still kept a secret from Ashlyn. It felt like a heavy weight on her shoulders she needed to get off. Although Aslhyn playfully admitted to being willing to share her Japanese bull with her, Layla was unsure how she would react when she learned that she went behind her back. 

Layla’s amber eyes followed Ashlyn as she moved around the couch with a bowl of popcorn and sat down. She took a deep breath deciding whether she should come out clean to her. She pursed her lips and clenched her fists as she sat up, struggling to gather the words to speak to her best friend. As Layla was about to say something, she was interrupted by the sound of the doorbell ringing through the house.

Ashlyn curiously tilted her head and got up to walk to the front door. Layla let out a heavy breath, her heart racing with nervousness and anticipation. As she sat she curiously listened to Ashlyn as she answered the door. About a minute passed and she still hadn’t returned. Growing curious, Layla got up and strode toward the front door.

Walking up behind Ashlyn, Layla heard her speak in a hushed tone. Curious, she moved closer until she was directly behind her. Not seeing anyone at eye level, she slowly glanced down to see a familiar old face standing before them; it was Goro.

Layla held her breath as her cheeks became beet red. The old man quickly noticed her and met her eyes with a knowing, gleeful grin. “Ah, kon’nichiwa, it’s you again! Ashlyn’s friend. Layla, correct?” he put on a feigned tone, pretending not to know her. Layla’s heart raced with a mix of anxiousness and intrigue. She was relieved that Goro kept things under wraps, but still, the weight of their secret lingered. 

Ashlyn looked back and forth between Goro and Layla, sensing something was off. “Yes, this is Layla,” confirmed, her tone curious. “Goro, what brings you here?” 

Goro chuckled softly, maintaining his playful facade. “Ah, I was in the neighborhood after visiting a nearby client and thought I’d drop by and say hello, maybe even join you in this fine evening.” Ashlyn suspiciously arched her brow, knowing that he had no other clients in her neighborhood. 

“You sly old man…” she thought as her lips curled into a knowing smirk.

“Is that right…” Ashlyn murmured, her voice curious and playful. “I don’t know, Goro, I have company over. 

Goro’s beady eyes twinkled with mischief as he glanced at Layla. “I understand completely. I wouldn’t want to intrude. But, perhaps I could offer a little something to enhance your evening? Something relaxing and enjoyable for you fine ladies.”

Ashlyn’s smirk grew, and she exchanged a glance with Layla, who was now blushing furiously but also intrigued. “What do you think, Layla? Should we let him show us what he’s got?” 

Layla, trying to remain coy, darted her eyes between the two. “Oh, em, I’m not sure… Does he mean a massage?” she uttered, her voice soft and nervous.

Ashlyn rolled her hazel eyes. “Yes, Layla, a massage. What else would it be? He’s a masseur,” she answered, her tone playful yet reassuring. However, Ashlyn had ideas what this ‘massage’ might lead to. 

The old man chuckled softly, his eyes narrowing with amusement. “Just a massage, my dear. But a very special one. I promise it will be relaxing and enjoyable.”

Layla could see the knowing grin on his wrinkled face. Taking a deep breath, feeling her nerves settle slightly, she responded, “Okay, then. Let’s do it, I guess.”

Goro smiled warmly, pleased with her decision as the first step of his plan succeeded. “Wonderful! Let’s get going, yes?” he said, his voice beaming with eagerness. 

“Hmm, of course, please, come in,” Ashlyn kindly urged the old man inside. Picking up his special bag, he happily strolled inside the familiar house. “How about I get you something to eat or drink? Go ahead to the kitchen, I’ll be there shortly,” the caramel wife called out. Goro accepted with a nod and proceeded deeper into the house.

With Ashlyn and Layla alone, they turned to meet each other’s gaze. “What the fuck?” Layla urgently whispered, her heart racing.

“What, Layla? He’s just going to give us a massage, girl, you need it,” Ashlyn calmly assured her friend. Layla’s eyes widened, her secret weighing heavier on her shoulders. 

“I- I don’t need it! I’m totally fine!” she hissed, her fist clenching. Ashlyn’s hazel eyes went flat as she rolled them. 

“Surrrreee, then why did you accept? If you want, we can just have him leave,” Ashlyn suggested, her tone a mix of annoyance and tinged with sarcasm. 

Ashlyn’s expression softened slightly. “Look, Layla, if you’re uncomfortable, we can stop this right now. But honestly, I think this could be good for you. Just relax and let it happen.”

Layla hesitated, her mind racing with conflicting thoughts. She worried if her secret would spill with Goro here, or Ashlyn would eventually grow suspicious of their interactions. But the curiosity and excitement were undeniable, and part of her wanted to see where this would lead.

Aware of Ashlyn's illicit affair with Goro and her own link up with him, Layla understood where this would lead. “So, you don’t think he’s gonna…” Layla pointed out, her voice trailing off.

Ashlyn tilted her head. “He’s gonna what?” she echoed curiously. 

Layla rolled her eyes. “Try and fuck me??” she exclaimed, pretending to be scandalized.

Ashlyn's eyes widened with a mix of intrigue and amusement. “Hmm, I’m not sure… Perhaps you’ll have to find out for yourself. Goro is very skilled. If he does try anything, just be a good girl and let it happen. I’m sure you’ll enjoy it as much as I do.”

“You naughty slut!” Layla screamed to herself as her cheeks flushed and her heart pounded at the thought. 

Shaking her head, Layla took a deep breath and composed herself. “Alright, alright! Ugh, I can’t believe I’m doing this! Let’s go,” she hyped herself as she proceeded to the kitchen. Ashlyn proudly grinned, certain that her dirty Japanese bull would try something with her best friend. The thought was so naughty, so taboo, she loved it. She could imagine Goro rocking Lalya’s married pussy with that big cock of his. But little did she know, he already did.

They walked to the kitchen where Goro was already making himself comfortable, sipping on a glass of water. He looked up as the beautiful tall, women entered, his eyes gleaming with anticipation. 

“Ready to get started?” Goro asked, his voice smooth and inviting. 

“Yes, but why don’t we get situated upstairs in my bedroom?” Ashlyn suggested with a mischievous glint in her eyes. 

Goro raised an eyebrow, intrigued by the suggestion. “That sounds perfect!” he agreed, his voice laced with excitement. 

“Your room??” Layla whispered, her expression anxious. 

Ashlyn turned to her, offering a reassuring and playful smile. “Yes, my room. It’s more private and comfortable. Trust me, Layla.”

Layla hesitated for a moment, but the combination of Ahslyn’s encouragement and her growing arousal won out. She nodded, taking a deep breath. “Alright, if you say so.”

Ashlyn smiled delightfully as she went ahead to her room. “You two wait here for a moment, I need to clean up my room before we begin,” she said, quickly climbing the stairs and disappearing, leaving Layla and Goro alone.

Meeting eyes, Goro offered a devious grin as he moved closer to his brunette queen. “What the fuck, Goro?! What are you doing here??” Layla exclaimed, her voice shocked and confused. 

Goro’s grin widened, his old eyes twinkling with mischief. “I couldn’t resist the opportunity to fuck you and Ashlyn together,” he replied bluntly, his voice low and seductive. “It’s going to be an unforgettable night, don’t you think?”

Layla’s eyes widened by his brazen words. Her stomach churned, her mind swirling with conflicting emotions. “Huh?? My, God… Ashlyn doesn’t even know about us yet. What are we going to do??” she whispered urgently, glancing toward the stairs. 

Goro placed a finger gently on her lips, silencing her as he grabbed her ass and pulled her close. “Relax, Layla, relax… Everything will be fine. All will be revealed shortly. By the time things become clear to Ashlyn, she will love it,” he whispered, his voice low and confident. “Heh, we’ll all be too busy fucking to care!” 

Layla’s amber eyes narrowed as she pondered the idea of having a threesome, let alone with her best friend and a dirty old man who had them in his depraved grasp. The thought was both thrilling and nerve-wracking! However, she could feel the excitement building, mingling with her apprehension. 

Before she could respond, Goro took her chin and tugged her face to his as he forced his lips against hers. Layla’s initial shock quickly gave way to a whirlwind of emotions—confusion, excitement, and undeniable arousal. His kiss was commanding, filled with a hunger that left her breathless. 

“Relax, Layla,” Goro murmured against her soft lips, his voice a low whisper. “Just let go and allow me to do my thing. Trust, trust, I will take everything from here.”

Layla’s body relaxed as she came to terms with her situation. The thrill of the forbidden and the intensity of Goro’s kiss caused her loins to clench as her pussy moistened. His right hand on her ass slipped under her jeans, groping and kneading her plush cheeks of hungry desire. Layla became lost in their kiss as they began to twirl tongues and grind against each other. 

However, this moment was interrupted when the sudden echo was rapid footsteps from the stairs rang in their ears. The two quickly pulled away. Layla hastily adjusted her appearance, wiping the old man’s saliva around her lips with her arm and adjusting her jeans while Goro remained unbothered, licking his lips of Layla’s sweetness.

Ashlyn appeared at the foot of the stairs, her are sparkling with excitement. “All set. Come on up,” she called out, completely unaware of the intimate moment she had interrupted. 

Goro turned to Layla, flashing a knowing grin at her. “Ready??” he asked, his voice low and inviting.

Layla took a deep breath, nodding as she tried to steady her palpating heart. “Yeah, let’s do this.”

Goro allowed Layla up the stairs first. As she climbed the steps, his lecherous little eyes hungrily stared at her voluptuous ass, her jeans perfectly hugging her curves. Once in Ashlyn’s room, they saw an open space in the carpet presumably where the session would take place. 

“Alright, Goro. I’ll allow you to set yourself up,” Ashlyn said, gesturing to the open space. She had moved some of the furniture to the side, creating a cozy, intimate area for their session. “If you need anything else, just let me know. Layla and I will get ready.”

Goro nodded, setting down his special bag, and arranged his oils and incense. However, the old man stopped Ashlyn and Layla before they departed for the bathroom. “Ashlyn, would you be so kind to help me set up?” he said, a gleam of mischief in his eyes. 

Ashlyn raised an eyebrow but smiled. “Of course, Goro. Layla, you can start getting ready. I laid out towels on the counter. I’ll join you shortly.”

Layla slowly nodded, but before she proceeded she stopped and turned back to Ashlyn. “So… do I get out of all my clothes? Or…” she asked, her voice an unsure whisper; it was a rhetorical question given her past experience with Goro. 

Ashlyn glanced at Goro, seemingly exchanging a knowing smile before turning back to her friend. “Of course. How else is he supposed to give you a proper massage?” she said, her tone reassuring and playful.

Layla’s cheeks flushed, but she nodded again, feeling a mix of nervousness and anticipation. She headed into the bathroom, where she found towels neatly laid out on the counter. Taking a deep breath, she grabbed one and proceeded into the closet to change. She undressed, folding her clothes neatly before wrapping the towel around herself. 

After tying her elegant brown hair into a loose bun, Layla took a moment to observe herself. Her amber eyes widened to see how short the towel was. It barely even covered her legs, leaving much of her body exposed. She shook her head, a knowing grin curled on her lips. “Tsk, you naughty slut…” she muttered, catching onto Ashlyn’s scheming. It was more than certain that Ashlyn wanted Goro to seduce Layla. 

As she left the closet, Layla caught the scent of lavender coming from the main room. Stepping closer to the room, she stopped in her tracks hearing the hushed voices and giggles of Ashlyn and Goro. Layla froze as she proceeded to pick up the subtle sound of lips smacking. 

Layla stepped back as her eyes turned their attention to the mirrors. In the reflection, she saw Ashlyn and Goro further in the room. The two were deeply embraced with Ashlyn’s back toward her, her silhouette accentuated by the ambient lighting, creating a surreal contrast against Goro’s slender, aged frame. Their lips were locked in a passionate kiss. Layla’s eyes angled down to see his old, bony hands grabbing at Ashlyn’s curvy butt, squeezing and kneading her plush cheeks.

“Goro, stop. Layla will be back any second now,” Ashlyn whispered urgently, though her voice carried a playful, teasing tone. She pulled back slightly, just enough to speak, her lips still brushing against Goro’s, as if reluctant to fully part. The way she said Layla’s name sent a jolt through her, a reminder that she was supposed to be intruding, not the one observing from the shadows. 

As Layla continued to watch, her heart skipped spotting Goro’s old, sharp eyes meeting hers through the mirror's reflection. Panic surged within her, and she insatiately held her breath, her cheeks flushed deeply as she was caught in her act of voyeurism. She was unsure how to react, her mind racing with conflicting emotions—part of her wanted to flee, while another urged her to stay rooted in place.

Goro, however, didn’t miss a beat. His lips remained locked with Ashlyn’s, but his gaze held Layla’s with an almost predatory intensity. A knowing smirk curled at the corners of his mouth, a silent acknowledgment of her presence. The grip on AShlyn’s ass tightened, his fingers sinking deeper into her soft flesh as if to both taunt and reassure Layla that he was fully aware of her secret observation.

Shaking her head to clear her thoughts, Layla took a deep breath and decided to make her presence known, interrupting Ashlyn and Goro’s secret moment. “Hey, Ashlyn, do I just leave my clothes on the counter?” she called, raising her voice to ensure she was heard. 

Ashlyn flinched, jerking slightly as she snapped back to reality, quickly pushing Goro away. “Uh, yeah! Just leave it on the counter, yeah,” Ashlyn responded, regaining her composure. 

Goro chuckled softly under his breath, his hands lingering for a moment longer before he stepped back, his eyes never leaving Layla’s through the mirror.

Layla stepped back into the bedroom and immediately noticed the flushed expression on Ashlyn’s face as she tried to maintain her composure. Ashlyn’s eyes darted away, a slight tremor in her hands as she adjusted her hair, but Layla kept her expression perfectly oblivious, pretending not to notice the tension that hung in the air. 

“All set,” Layla said causally, her tone light and unaffected as if she hadn't just walked in on something intimate. “Although, this towel seems awfully small, don’t you think?” she added, fully aware of why that is. 

Ashlyn offered a reassuring smile with a hint of deliciousness curling at her lips. “Oh, that? It’s important for the massage,” she replied, her voice laced with a subtle innuendo. “You wouldn’t want it to get in the way, would you?” she continued, her eyes locking with Layla’s for a moment longer than necessary.

Rolling her alluring amber eyes Layla shrugged, playing along with the subtle game unfolding between them. With an affirming nod, Ashlyn hid a knowing smile before gracefully striding past her into the bathroom to get ready. 

Left alone with Goro, Layla felt the room’s atmosphere shift, the air thickened with unspoken tension. She could feel his gaze on her, lingering a moment longer than comfortable, and she met his eyes with a steady, yet curious glance.

“You’re playing a dangerous game, Goro. Ugh, what’s you’re plan??” Layla whispered, her tone laced with urgency and a hint of frustration.

Goro chuckled softly, a mischievous grin spreading from ear to ear. “Hmm, I think you know exactly what I want,” the old man replied, his voice dripping with suggestiveness, his eyes glinting with a conference that unnerved her.

Layla narrowed her eyes at him, her mind racing as she tried to piece together his intentions. Deep down she knew why he was here, but too reluctant to fully accept it. The implications of what he wanted, and how it might affect her relationship with Ashlyn, sent shivers down her spine. With a heavy sigh, she allowed herself a moment of vulnerability, her defenses wavering as the reality of the situation sank in.

Goro’s grin only widened as he watched her struggle with her thoughts, the flicker of doubt and desire in her eyes not lost on him. “You’re curious, aren’t you? About what it would be like… all three of us together,” he murmured, his voice low and almost hypnotic as he took a small step closer to her.

Layla’s breath hitched, the words striking at the very heart of her secret thoughts. She wanted to deny it, to push him away, but the truth was, the idea had crossed her mind more than once, igniting a dangerous curiosity she had been trying to suppress. “Goro… this is crazy. I… I’ve never done anything like this before. And with my best friend??” she stammered, her voice trembling with a mix of fear and anticipation. 

Layla’s heart pounded in her chest as she struggled to find the right words, the implications of what she was considering swirling in her mind. The lines between right and, friendship and desire, seemed to blur as she stood there, caught in the magnetic pull of something she wasn’t sure she could resist. 

Goro’s eyes darkened with desire as he took her hips and pulled her toward him. Layla quietly squealed as her body pressed against his, the sudden proximity sending a jolt of electricity through her. Her breath sharpened, her heart racing as she nervously glanced behind, half-expecting Ashlyn to emerge from the bathroom at any moment. The tension was palpable, the air thick with the weight that was about to unfold.

“This is going to happen, Layla,” Goro murmured his voice low and husky, filled with unspoken promise. His hands drifted behind her, sliding under her short towel and finding their way to her bare cheeks. The cool touch of his fingers contrasted with the heat radiating from her skin, making her shiver involuntarily. 

Layla let out a soft gasp as his firm fingers sank into her flesh, kindling her lust with every squeeze. The sensation was intoxicating as the memories of her erotic coupling with him rushed over her. She found herself leaning into his touch, craving more. 

Goro tilted his head towards hers, closing the gap, and capturing her lips with his own. Layla’s eyes widened as his tongue swiftly slipped past her lips, eagerly exploring her mouth with a commanding authority that left no room for hesitation. The kiss was intense, filled with a hunger that both thrilled and unnerved her. 

For the briefest of moments, Layla tensed, her body instinctively resisting the sudden intimacy. But as Goro’s hands continued to knead her flesh and his tongue danced with hers, she felt herself slowly surrendering to the sensations overwhelming her. Her initial reluctance melted away, replaced by a growing desire that she could no longer deny.

Her amber eyes fluttered, fading half-opened as the kiss depended, but she couldn’t completely let go. A sliver of her consciousness remained on high alert, her gaze occasionally flicking toward the bathroom, maintaining a vigilant watch for Ashlyn’s return. The possibility of getting caught only seemed to heighten the intensity of the moment, sending a thrill of adrenaline coursing through her veins.

Goro’s grip tightened on her cheeks, pulling her closer, pressing their bodies together until she could feel the heat of him through the thin towel. Her nostrils flared feeling his fingers venture past her ass, closer to her heat. Layla moaned between his lips as her pussy grew wet with arousal. Every nerve in her body was alive with sensation, her skin tingling where his fingers were. The kiss became a battle of wills, Layla’s initial hesitation giving way to an eager response, her lips moving against his with increasing fervor.

As much as she was reveling in the lustful moment, her ears suddenly perked up at the faint creak of the closet door within the bathroom. The sound sent a jolt of urgency through her, snapping her back to reality. With a surge of panic, Layla hastily shoved Goro away just had Ashlyn did, her hands trembling as she wiped their mixed saliva from around her mouth, desperately trying to compose herself.

Goro chuckled, his amusement evident in the glint in his aged eyes, though a flicker of annoyance crossed his face. He was clearly displeased that their shared moment had been cut short, however, he let it go, a sly smile tugging at the corners of his lips. He knew there would be more opportunities soon enough, and the anticipation of what was to come kept his irritation at bay.

A moment later, Ashlyn emerged from the bathroom, stepping into the dimly lit room with an air of casual confidence. Her dark, curly hair was put into a neat bun and she was wrapped in a towel identical to Layla’s, its short length tastefully revealing the soft swell of her cleavage and the accentuated curves of her long, sexy legs. The fabric clung to her in all the right places, leaving just enough to the imagination, yet hinting at the sensuality that lay beneath. 

Ashlyn’s hazel eyes flicked between Goro and Layla, her expression unreadable as she assessed the situation. “Sorry for the wait. Is everything okay? Are you two getting along?” she asked her voice light but with an undertone of curiosity and mischief, as if she sensed the lingering tension in the room but wasn’t quite sure what had caused it.

Layla managed a quick, composed smile, her heart still racing from the near-miss. “Yeah, everything is fine. I was just getting to know Go-, erh, Mr. Tanaka,” she replied, her voice steady, betraying none of the nerves simmering beneath the surface, but the slight stumble on his name didn’t go unnoticed. 

Ashlyn raised an eyebrow, a faint, curious smile playing on her lips. “Mr. Tanaka, huh?” she teased lightly, her tone laced with a hint of amusement. “He does have a way of making an impression.”

Goro laughed softly, his eyes glinting with a mix of amusement and mischief. “Hai, hai, I do try,” he responded smoothly, his gaze flicking between the two attractive women. There was an unspoken tension in the air, a subtle current of understanding that passed between him and Layla, though it remained just beneath the surface. 

Ashlyn seemed to take it all in stride, her expression warm and welcoming. “Well, I’m sure we’ll all get along just fine,” she said, moving closer to Layla, her hand brushing against her arm in a gesture of reassurance. “Ready for that massage? Trust me, it’s to die for.” Layla’s heart thumped in her chest as Ashlyn flashed her a playful wink, knowing that the path she was now on was set in stone.

Goro grinned with delight, his cock swelling with anticipation and excitement underneath the fabric of his white therapist trousers. He maintained a calm demeanor, though the thrill of what was to come was palpable in his gaze. With a smooth, practiced gesture, he motioned for married women to lie on the neatly placed mats on the carpeted floor. 

Turning to each other, Ashlyn and Layla exchanged a brief, reassuring nod before lowering themselves onto the soft mats, their bodies aligning closely side by side with just enough room for Goro to maneuver between them.

“Please, lie on your stomachs for me,” Goro instructed, his voice warm yet authoritative. There was an underlying command in his tone, a subtle promise that he knew exactly how to guide them into the experience they were both secretly craving. 

As they compiled, Goro retrieved some smaller towels from his bag. He first gently rested one over Layla’s head. The unexpected sensation of darkness heightened her senses, making every sound and every touch feel more intense. Her heart began to race, the anticipation building within her at this new element of mystery. 

With Layla’s vision blocked, a charged silence filled the room. Ashlyn and Goro’s eyes met, locking in a shared understanding that went beyond words. They exchanged knowing, aroused smirks, anticipation simmering in the air between them. Ashlyn couldn't help but feel a rush of thrill unaware of how her Japanese lover’s devious scheme was to unfold, however, she was eager to be a part of it, to ride the wave of tension and desire that was building in the room.

With an affirming nod, Goro moved forward and gently rested the towel over Ashlyn’s head, As her vision was slowly sheathed in darkness, she stole one last glance at her best friend peacefully lying beside her. A small, almost imperceptible smile tugged at the corner of Ashlyn’s lips as she let herself sink into the moment, her excitement tinged with a touch of fondness for the shared experience they were about to embark on.

With Ashlyn and Layla laid out before him, Goro reached over and tugged at the knots of their towels, unfolding them from their bodies to reveal their perfect nude backsides. The old man couldn't help but admire their exquisite forms. Ashlyn’s smooth, light caramel skin was delectable, its rich tones contrasted beautifully with Layla’s warm, light skin which seemed to glow in the dim light of the room. 

His hungry old eyes trekked up and down the curves of their bodies, drinking up the sight of their exposed flesh. He marveled at their sexy, toned figures, each perfectly shaped to his discerning tastes. Goro had a thing for tall women, drawn by their statuesque presence and the way their long legs seemed to go on forever. His gaze lingered on the smooth, graceful lines of their limbs, admiring the way their muscles subtly defined their elegant forms.

There was something undeniably alluring about the combination of strength and femininity in their tall frames. The sight of their long, slender legs, tapering into firm, rounder hips sent a surge of desire through hips, stirring a hunger that had only grown with age. And there was nothing he craved more than the feeling of a woman’s strong, long legs around his waist as he pounds her to oblivion. The thought alone made his blood boil with lust. 

He tugged at his crotch, adjusting his stiff cock uncomfortably straining against the fabric of his underwear. Refocusing on the task at hand, he grabbed a bottle of massage oil and quickly began to pour it onto his palm. The cool liquid warmed between his hands, and without wasting time, he let it drip onto Ashlyn’s back. His hands moved in smooth, practiced strokes, spreading the oil across her skin, feeling her body relax under his touch.

Goro’s old, firm hands moved with deliberate care, his fingers gliding over Ashlyn’s oil skin in slow, rhythmic motions. The scent of oil filled the room as he worked, his touch firm yet gentle, coaxing the tension from her muscles. Ashlyn let out a soft sigh, her body surrendering to the familiar sensations of his warm hands seeping into her flesh.

Once he was satisfied with Ashlyn’s state of relaxation, Goro turned his attention to Layla. He poured a fresh stream of oil into her back, watching as it trickled down the curve of her spine. His hands followed, pressing into her muscles with practiced expertise. Layla stiffened momentarily at the contact, acutely aware of how exposed she was. The feel of his hands on her bare skin sent a ripple of conflicting emotions through her—nervousness, arousal, and the sharp edge of vulnerability. 

She struggled to maintain her composure, trying not to react too much to Goro’s touch. Her mind raced with the fear that any sign of calmness might betray her, revealing just how familiar she was with Goro to Ashlyn. She knew she had to play coy, to keep up the facade that this was just professional treatment, nothing more. But with each stroke, Goro’s hands seemed to know exactly where to touch, teasing out her most sensitive spots, making it increasingly difficult to hide her true feelings.

Layla’s breath grew shallow as Goro’s hands moved lower, his fingers pressing against the small of her back, then kneading her hips. Her body betrayed her with every subtle shift, the slighted arch of her back or the softest moan threatened to give way. She bit her lip, trying to stifle the sounds that she wanted to escape, desperately clinging to the pretense that she was unaffected. 

A wave of relief washed over her knowing that Ashlyn couldn’t see the flush creeping up her neck or the way her body was responding to Goro’s touch. The towel offered her a small measure of protection, a barrier behind which she could hide her conflicting emotions.

Goro continued to work his hands over Layla’s hourglass hips, feeling the tension in her muscles gradually give way under his expert touch. He moved down to her legs, taking his time as he massaged her long, slender limbs. His fingers kneaded the taut muscles of her calves, then moved up to her thighs, applying just the right amount of pressure to coax a deeper relaxation from her. Layla’s breath hitched as he worked, her mind caught between the soothing rhythm of his hands and the rising heat within her core.

Layla groaned in disappointment feeling Goro turn his attention to Ashlyn. She listened as he gave her best friend the same treatment he did for her. Goro’s hands glided over the smooth, caramel skin of her legs. He mirrored the same technique, methodically working from her calves to her thighs, relishing the way her body responded to his touch. Ashlyn’s muscles slowly unwound under his ministrations, her breathing becoming deeper and more even as she relaxed into the mat. 

Once he had both women in a state of deep relaxation, Goro allowed himself a small smile of satisfaction. Deciding to commence on the next phase in his lustful scheme, the old man moved with quiet efficiency, quickly undressing. The rustle of fabric was barely audible in the dim room. Once free of his clothing, his throbbing endowment sprang to life as he observed the nude women lying before him. Goro hungrily licked his lips eyeing their enticing boobs pressed against. He felt his cock twitch with anticipation, eager to be enveloped by their tight, wet pussies. 

Positioning himself over Ashlyn’s legs, he kneeled just above her thighs. His hands moved to her lower back, gliding down to her hips before settling on her plush, round buttocks. With a playful grin, Goro began to grope and knead Ashlyn’s cheeks. He spread them apart, exposing her sweet married pussy to him. He smirked seeing her dripping with anticipation. Ashlyn let out a soft, pleased moan as he continued to message her. He squeezed her right cheek and playfully stretched it to the side before releasing it, causing it to jiggle erotically back in place, eliciting an amused, hushed giggle from her. Goro continued to massage her, the sensation of his bony yet finger hands nearing her sensitive parts sent waves of teasing pleasure through her body. 

Layla, lying beside them with her vision obscured, listened intently. The subtle sounds of Goro’s hands working over Ashlym’s body, combined with Ashlyn’s occasional moans, filled her with a mix of emotions. She could feel the heat rising in her own body as she imagined what was happening just inches away. She bit her lips knowing that the old man was definitely doing something naughty with her friend. 

Layla’s breath sharpened as she heard Ashlyn’s moans grow slightly louder, more urgent. Her mind raced at her friend's sounds of pleasure; it was certain the old bastard was doing more than “massaging” Ashlyn. The tension in the air was thick, and the sound of subtle movements against the mat and heavy breathing made it clear what was happening. The thought of listening to something so sensual and naughty just next to her made her arousal spike. 

Goro, fully aware that Layla was listening, took his time with Ashlyn. His fingers moved skillfully, exploring every inch of her butt as he teased her relentlessly. Carefully, he slipped his right hand between the tight space of her inner thighs and pressed two fingers against her wetness, eliciting a deep moan from Ashlyn’s lips. He then dipped his fingers into her warm depths and began to finger her with a deliberate, steady rhythm. Ashlyn gasped, her body responding eager to his touch, her hips pressing back against his hand.

The sounds of Ashlyn’s growing pleasure filled Layla’s ears, every moan and gasp heightening her curiosity and itching arousal. She knew she should remain composed, but the sensual energy in the room was potent. The thought of Goro’s hands on Ashlyn’s intimate places, combined with the knowledge that she could be next, made her thighs clench and her pussy grow wet. 

Goro, feeling Ashlyn’s wet walls clench around his fingers with lustful desire, decided to take things further. With a quiet, deliberate motion, he slipped his digits from her slit and positioned himself closer, his cock swelling with arousal as he sandwiched it between her cheeks. The sensation of her soft, oily flesh around his manhood sent a shiver of pleasure through his body. 

Ashlyn’s body jolted at the sudden, intimate contact, her hazel eyes widening in surprise. Instinctively, she reached up and removed the towel from her head, needing to see Goro as he hovered above her, his skinny, aged frame in stark contrast to her more shapely, curvy one. Their eyes met, and for a moment, they simply stared at one another, the room filled with heavy breathing sounds. The old man’s lips curled into a devious grin as he slowly brought his hand to his face, his fingers glistening with her juices. Without breaking eye contact, he sucked his fingers clean, savoring the taste with deliberate slowness.

Ashlyn’s eyes gleamed with a mix of shock and amusement, her breath catching in her throat as she watched him eagerly lap up her sweet nectar. The sight of Goro enjoying her so openly, so unabashedly, made her bite her lip, trying to suppress the moan threatening to escape.

Layla, lying beside them and still blindfolded, heard the silent commotion and felt a surge of concern mixed with her growing arousal. “Ashlyn, are you alright?” she asked, her voice tinged with worry and the thrill of the unknown while still carrying a feigned tone. Her inability to see and the sounds she was hearing made her pulse quicken.

Ashlyn’s attention flicked over to Layla, noting the concern in her voice, and assuming her friend was still oblivious to what was truly happening. For a brief moment, she considered how much Layla might actually know or suspect given she already knew of her affair with Goro, but the heat of her lover’s cock against her quickly drew her focus back. “I’m fine,” she replied, her voice breathy but reassuring, trying to maintain a sense of calm even as her body betrayed her excitement. 

As she spoke, Goro bent down, resting his smaller frame against her, filling the space of the curve of her back. He began to grind his hips slowly, the feeling of his cock sliding between Ashlyn’s cheeks sending jolts of pleasure through both of them. Ashlyn’s breath quickened as she felt the warmth of his body against her, the oil on her skin spreading onto his own, allowing him to move more easily. 

Their eyes locked and they immersed themselves in their sensually intimate moment. Without a word, he leaned down, capturing her lips in a deep, passionate kiss. Ashlyn responded eagerly, her mouth moving against his. As their tongues danced, exploring and tasting, each kiss growing deeper and more urgent, their eyes briefly glanced at Layla, who remained blindfolded, “blissfully” unaware of the full extent of what was happening beside her. However, her subtle movements betrayed her—her hips squirmed slightly as if she was uncomfortable or strained, but there was something else too.

Ashlyn and Goro exchanged a quick, knowing look in the midst of their kiss, realizing despite her blindness, Layla was clearly affected by the charged atmosphere.  The sight of her shifting uneasily as if trying to resist the building tension within her intensified their own passion.

Goro snaked his left hand under Ashlyn’s bucking hips, resting his fingers on her clit, teasingly rubbing it before dipping them inside. Ashlyn gasped from the jolting sensations washing over her, however, Goro’s lips kept her slightly for the most part. The caramel goddess moaned and writhed beneath him, her ass pushing back into his grinding cock as his old fingers sleuthed in and out of her wet pussy. 

Meanwhile, Layla lay there, suffering in silence as she listened to their smacking lips, their bodies subtly grinding against one another, and Ashlyn’s sultry moans of pleasure. Her slit leaked profusely onto the mat below as her arousal levels became too much to bear. Layla quietly mewled and bit her lip under the towel as her loins clenched and her hips wiggled, itching to have what her best friend was having. 

Goro continued to pleasure Ashlyn with his fingers. She moaned heavily, seemingly forgetting that Layla was beside them. Her body seared with burning pleasure as he prodded and curled his digits into her most sensitive areas. Her breathing grew heavier and ragged as she drew closer to the edge of her orgasm. Goro, feeling her inner walls begin to constrict around him deduced that she was on the verge of her climax. He intensified his efforts, causing her to writhe and arch against him. 

With a final, well-placed prod of his fingers, Ashlyn’s eyes rolled back as her body convulsed violently. Feeling a guttural scream of pleasure on the verge of escaping her lips, Goro broke their kiss and hastily covered her mouth with his free hand, silencing her. Her muffled cries were barely contained as her climax surged through her, her body bucking wildly beneath Goro’s control. The old man held his lover down, his grip unyielding as her legs kicked up from the mat. “Shhhh,” he whispered into her ear as her hot, wet walls, contracted tightly around Goro’s fingers, slathering his hand with her creamy goodness. He wanted to keep the moment between them, a secret shared even in the presence of Layla. 

Goro watched Ashlyn with a mix of satisfaction and lust, taking in the sight of her completely at his mercy, her body quivering beneath him as she rode out the final waves of her orgasm. The power he held over her was intoxicating, and the knowledge that Layla was just inches away, likely listening to every muted moan and gasp, only added to the thrill. 

As Ashlyn’s climax finally subsided, her body slumped against the mat in exhaustion, Goro slowly removed his hand from her mouth, allowing her to catch her breath. The old man leaned in close, his lips brushing against her ear as he whispered, “Good girl… you took that so well, my pretty slut.” His voice was filled with a dark satisfaction, the kind that promised more to come. 

Ashlyn could only nod weakly, her body still recovering from the powerful release, her mind spinning from the thrill of what had just happened. Goro slowly unsheathed his fingers from her quaking slit his touch lingering for just a moment longer causing her to quiver involuntarily, her creamy essence glistened on his fingers.

But as much as he enjoyed Ashlyn’s post-orgasm haze, Goro’s hungry gaze turned to Layla. Even with her blindfolded securely in place, it was clear that she was anything but unaware of what had just transpired beside her.

Layla’s subtle movements had evolved into something more intense, more desperate. Her hips twisted against the mat, making small frantic circles as she tried to relieve the overwhelming need that had been building inside her. Her fists clenched tightly, the tension in her body evident as she struggled to maintain her composure.

Goro’s lips curled into a devious smile as he watched her. He knew that now was the time to commence the final part of his plan to bring everything together. He lifted himself from Ashlyn. A low groan left his lips feeling the discomfort of his aching cock, swollen with need. The noticeable pool of precum collected in the small of Ashlyn’s back was a testament to his restraint thus far, but now, he was done waiting. 

Sharing a knowing glance with Ashlyn, Goro proceeded to Layla unassumingly lying beside them. He licked his lips eying up her oiled-up body. Everything from her soft curves and long legs had the old man’s cock twitching with need. He kneeled over her, his throbbing member hovering over her plush ass. 

Ashlyn watched with nervous anticipation, believing that her lover was about to massage her best friend and eventually seduce her. However, what she saw left her baffled and at a loss for words. She watched as Goro reached towards Layla’s butt and sank his fingers into her soft flesh with casual finesse, causing Ashlyn’s lips to part as her mind struggled to comprehend what was happening. 

Her heart raced as she heard a faint moan from Layla as Goro groped and kneaded her cheeks. Ashlyn’s throat became dry as her lover continued his salacious touching of her best friend. A devious grin tugged at Goro’s lips as he began to pinch Layla’s butt playfully and spread her curvy mounds to reveal her soaking wet pussy. 

Goro’s grin widened further into that mischievous smile Ashlyn had grown accustomed to as he caught her wide-eyed stare. Her stomach fluttered, the shock evident as she continued to watch him openly explore Layla. For a moment, Ashlyn believed this was all part of the seduction, the way Goro always knew how to ease women into submission. But something about Layla’s response, or rather, her lack of resistance, didn’t sit right. Ashlyn expected her keen friend to protest or at least show some hesitation, instead she continued to let out soft, inviting moans.

Ashlyn’s mind swirled. This wasn’t how she imagined how things would go down. Although unspoken, she and Goro had concluded that Layla would be coaxed slowly, seduced with skillful touches, until she melted into his salacious hold. Yet, what she was witnessing was far more than mere seduction. It was as though Layla had been waiting for this moment, anticipating his touch rather than shying away from it. 

Ashlyn’s heart skipped a beat hearing Layla murmur, “Goro…” as he dipped his thumbs dangerously close to her hot core. Ashlyn went into denial, believing she must have misheard her. However, her denial was quickly rebutted by hearing Layla utter, “Goro…” once again. 

Her body remained frozen with shock as she struggled to comprehend what was happening. Layla would never allow someone she barely knew to touch her, grope her, and knead her in such intimate ways. Ashlyn’s pulse quickened as she contemplated the possibility that Layla and Goro had somehow been acquainted with each other beforehand. It was simply outlandish, out of character of her best friend to do such a thing.

Ashlyn had lingering doubts that this may have been plausible since Layla displayed subtle interest when she offered to share Goro with her. But Ashlyn was too lost in her whirlwind of thoughts to give it any real consideration. She never thought that Layla would ever dip into doing something so depraved as she had. 

Sensually spreading Layla’s plush cheeks further, Goro bent down, sandwiching his throbbing cock between her oily mounds. Ashlyn audibly gasped as she expected his advances to draw the line for Layla. However, her friend remained still, seemingly groaning in delight as the old man began to thrust himself back and forth slowly, making Layla’s moans more apparent. 

Goro let out a low, satisfied groan as his cock slid effortlessly between Layla’s ass. He flicked his beady eyes, dark with desire, to Ashlyn and shared a knowing grin as he drew his hips further back, delving his cock between Layla’s legs. He sensed the pure shock and underlying arousal simmering within her. He savored the dumbstruck expression painted on her alluring face.

The old bastard reveled in the power he held over these two stunning women. He had them practically wrapped around his finger, and he was going to make the most of it tonight. Grabbing the base of his cock, he pressed himself against Layla’s moist folds, eliciting a heavier moan from her lips. 

Layla’s mind raced at the audacity of Goro’s actions. She had assumed he would take things slower, more subtle, perhaps drawing things out with a quiet flirtation, testing the boundaries in a way that would allow her to convince herself that this wasn’t real—just a playful game. But no, the old man was going straight for what he wanted. Her heart pounded in her chest trying to keep her jagged breathing under control and her sultry gasps silenced. The last thing she wanted to do was alert Ashlyn, however, little did she know, that her best friend was fully aware and witnessing the whole altercation before her. 

Layla placed her left hand against Goro’s hip attempting to make him slow down, but the old man remained undeterred. He lurched forward, pressing his bulbous cockhead into her quivering slit. “Goro… ah… what are you doing??” Layla urgently uttered her voice barely a whisper. 

Goro didn’t respond, pushing ever so deeper into Layla. Then, with one final movement, he slipped himself past her folds. Layla gasped as her amber eyes widened with pleasure and surprise. His manhood drove deep, her body responding to him lustfully. The reminder of what Goro felt like inside her caused her mind to melt reveling, in the satisfying sensations coursing through her body. 

Bending his old, skinny body over hers, Goro rested his hands next to her sides and began to thrust into her, his hips rolling into her plump, oily ass with skillful precision. Layla writhed beneath him, reacting to his vigorous movements. She gasped and moaned, her mind swirling at his bold audacity. The soft sounds of their flesh slapping together rang through the dim room. 

Layla felt her blood racing with apprehension and arousal as he continued to fuck her prone. The symphony of their passion had to be unmistakable to Ashlyn by now, it was a surprise she hadn’t said anything yet.

Meanwhile, Ashlyn, lying beside them, watched with utter shock, her mouth agape at the scene before her. The sounds of their flesh slapping together, Layla’s moans, and Goro’s deliberate, unhurried thrusts made her heart pound in her chest. She blinked, unable to tear her eyes away from the sight of her lover fucking her best friend. 

It was surreal, the way Layla moved so eagerly against him, her body betraying every ounce of guilt with each moan that escaped her lips. Ashlyn’s stomach fluttered, trying to make sense of it all. This wasn’t just a casual encounter—this was something more, something deeper. Layla had to cross a line with Ashlyn didn’t know existed between them, and the realization sent a sharp pang of betrayal and arousal through her.

Ashlyn’s heart skipped a beat as Goro turned his attention to her, his dark, aged eyes burning with lust locking with hers. A knowing grin curled on his lips as he kept driving his cock into Layla, the sexy brunette writhing beneath him. At that very moment, Ashlyn finally understood the deeper meaning behind all of this, the weight of it crashing down on her with brutal clarity. Her denial, all the justifications and excuses she’d been clinging to, washed away instantly, leaving her with the cold, hard truth.

The scene before her was undeniably erotic. The way Layla’s body responded to Goro, the soft moans escaping her lips, the rhythmic smacking of their flesh—all of it ignited a fire in Ashlyn that she hadn’t expected. Watching her closest friend, someone she’d known for years, experience her secret, elderly lover in such an intimate way stirred something deep inside her. A wave of arousal coursed through her body, as she could feel the heat building between her legs. 

This wasn’t how Ashlyn imagined it going. She had intended for Goro to take his time, to tease Layla and coax her into letting go of her inhibitions. She had pictured a slower, more sensual seduction—one that would give Layla the space to acclimate to the idea of indulging in the taboo pleasures she had grown hooked on. But Goro, with his undeniable boldness, had moved faster than expected, plunging into Layla with an intensity that left little room for hesitation.

Ashlyn’s pulse quickened as her thighs clenched together. The way things had escalated should have felt out of her grasp. She watched, breathlessly, as Layla moaned louder, her body surrendering to Goro’s unrelenting thrusting. Ashlyn had imagined Layla eventually giving in—but this, this raw abandon, was more than she had ever expected. 

As much as things deviated from what she thought was a devious scheme, Ashlyn found herself to be the one drawn into the very game she had planned. She had imagined herself as the orchestrator, the one in control of how the night would unfold. But now, watching Goro claim Layla so boldly, and feeling the itching heat between her own legs, Ashlyn realized she was no longer pulling the strings.

Goro watched Ashlyn slowly roll onto her side, positioning herself to watch them more comfortably. Based on her shocked yet curious expression, he knew she had discovered the secret he and Layla had been keeping from her. He could see it in her wide eyes and how her lips parted slightly as realization dawned on her. But what pleased him most was that, instead of anger or betrayal, her gaze had intrigue and arousal. 

He had anticipated this moment, knowing that it was only a matter of time before Ashlyn put the pieces together. He was pleased that the illicit truth not only shocked her but also excited her. The tension between them was palpable now, and the knowledge that she was aware of his previous encounter with Layla at some point only heightened the thrill for him.

A satisfied grin curled on Goro’s lips as he continued to thrust deep into Layla, his eyes never leaving Ashlyn’s. He carefully watched her, gauging her reactions, taking pleasure in the fact that she was pulling away or stopping him. 

As if taunting Ashlyn, he lowered himself to Layla, slowly removing the towel that had blocked her vision. Layla’s fetching amber eyes fluttered open, the dim light casting a soft glow across her face as the black veil was lifted. But before she could fully process her surroundings, before her gaze could shift toward Ashlyn’s, Goro took her chin in his hand, gently but firmly, directing her attention back to him. With a subtle turn of her head, he ensured that Layla’s focus was entirely on him.

Then, without warning, the old man swiftly latched his lips with hers, his kiss rough and possessive. Layla gasped softly against his mouth as his tongue slipped past her lips, tangling with hers. Goro’s thrusting grew stronger, and more vigorous as his eyes flicked toward Ashlyn. The kiss deepened, his hand sliding from Layla’s chin to the back of her neck as he pistoned deeper into her, claiming her fully. Layla melted into him, her body arching beneath his as she returned the kiss eagerly, blissfully unaware Ashlyn was witnessing the whole thing next to her. 

Ashlyn’s breath sharpened witnessing how rough and unapologetic Goro was with her friend. The way they moved together with such fluidity and lust only cemented their previous affair. “Fuck… Goro… What the hell are you doing? Ashlyn is right there…” Layla muttered softly as they broke their kiss, her voice breathy and aroused. 

Goro grinned deviously, his eyes gleaming with mischief as he glanced over at Ashlyn again, who was watching with sharp, heavy breaths. “Oh, I know she’s there,” he amusingly murmured. His hand slid down Layla’s body, tracing her curves possessively. “I think she likes watching you… don’t you, Ashlyn?” His words hung in the air as he locked his gaze with Ashlyn’s, the challenge in his tone was unmistakable. 

It took a few moments for Layla to realize what he said. She tilted her head slightly, following his gaze. Then, as if hitting her like a brick wall, she twisted her head around to see Ashlyn watching them with wide eyes. “Oh my god! Ashlyn!” Layla’s voice was a breathy mix of surprise and embarrassment, her face flushing crimson. She shifted beneath Goro, her body torn between the desire still coursing through her and the sudden rush of awareness that her best friend had been watching the entire time. 

Ashlyn, however, didn’t move. Her chest rose and fell in shallow, quick breaths, but her eyes remained locked on Layla, heat rising in her cheeks. The air between them crackled with unspoken tension. Then, slowly coming to her senses, Ashlyn swallowed hard and gasped, the sound breaking the heavy silence in the room. 

“Layla… wha- what the hell??” Ashlyn spoke, her voice shaky and full of disbelief. “When did all this happen??”

Layla’s throat got dry, her mind racing as she struggled to come up with an explanation. “What? I- I don’t know what you are talking about, Ashlyn,” she responded, her tone unsure and nervous. 

Ashlyn raised herself from the mat, sitting on her side, her fists clenching as her mind swirled with a flurry of strange feelings. “Oh, please. You know exactly what I mean,” she shot back, her voice rising. 

Layla’s heart pounded as she struggled with her thoughts. Goro remained inside her, slowly sleuthing himself in and out of her, making it hard to focus on Ashlyn. “Ashlyn… I…” she trailed off, searching for the right words, but nothing felt right. Her throat tightened, and she glanced nervously between Goro and Ashlyn. She winced feeling the old man continuing to thrust his cock deep into her. “Augh… Goro, please… I’m trying to focus,” she said, her voice firm but thick with lust. 

Ashlyn’s eyes narrowed as she processed the situation, she let out a heavy sigh. “So, it’s true then? You saw each other behind my back?” Her shoulders slumped slightly, her frustration shifting into disappointment more than anger. She shook her head, inhaling deeply as she ran her hand through her curly locks.

“Ah… Fuck… Goro, st- stop… Augh… Dammit…” Layla gasped, her breath hitching as she tried, and failed, to stop Goro’s slow, deliberate thrusts. Her hand against his waist was weak, betraying her conflicting emotions. Part of her was consumed by the pleasure coursing through her body, while the other part felt the weight of Ashlyn’s disappointment. 

Ashlyn shook her head again, letting out another deep sigh. “You should have told me, Layla,” she said, her tone softer now, more resigned than angry. “Remember what I said about sharing him? You didn’t have to hide it from me.”