Massage Therapy Ch. 04 (Extended Preview)

It was Sunday afternoon and Layla was getting ready to pick up Ashlyn for a shopping date they had set up a few days prior. As she did her wavy brown medium-length hair into a half-bun, she wondered why her close friend hadn’t called or texted her the last two days. Usually, Ashlyn would at least send her a message or give a quick call to check up on her. So her being totally off the grid seemed very abnormal.

Layla wondered what Ashlyn had been up to. Then, thinking about what she had revealed to her a few days back, Layla began to speculate. Since Ashlyn told her about the explicit arrangement with her massage therapist, she couldn’t stop thinking about it. Her head had been running in circles at the idea that her friend was having sex with an old foreign man who was hung like a horse. The mere prospect of what her friend was doing had left her in a state of devious curiosity.

Of course, Layla had to keep it a secret, it was her best friend after all. She didn’t want to rat Ashlyn out or anything. But what she was doing seemed awfully like an affair. Although she mentioned that this was a unique form of therapy from Japan and that it was purely physical, it still felt erroneous. Then again, Layla knew absolutely nothing about Japanese culture and she never took Ashlyn to be the naive type. So she just trusted her friend by her word. The girl was happy, so in return Layla was, in some shape or form, happy for her.

Layla was well aware of Ashlyn’s sex life with her husband. Hell, she could even relate to her since her own husband, John, had been too busy playing golf with his friends and going on constant company business trips to pay attention to her. So Layla could understand why Ashlyn sought out these certain ‘services’. But weirdly enough, it wasn’t the extramarital sex that was bothering her, hell Ashlyn deserved getting some side-action, but it was the fact Ashlyn was doing it with an old man in his sixties! Some old creep was fucking Ashlyn, and apparently with quite the skill too! It was something Layla simply had a hard time wrapping her mind around.

Layla did learn that this old man was hung like a horse and could fuck like no tomorrow, so that offered some explanation. But still, it sounded extraordinary. Unbelievable, truly. Strangely enough, when she thought about her friend doing the nasty with this mysterious man, Layla felt a little aroused by it. She tried to use her imagination of what it could possibly be like, but she kept catching herself before it got too far.

Layla kept going over the details Ashlyn shared from their lunch date together.

“There’s no way an old man like that could really be like Ashlyn says, right?” Layla wondered. She almost couldn’t wait to hear more from her friend, but the damn woman kept details to a minimum!

Shaking her head back into focus, Layla finished doing her hair and observed herself in the mirror. She examined her 5’8’ frame, D-cup boobs, perfectly curved body, and nicely light white skin. Layla is quite the looker. She and Ashlyn have always been seen as an attractive duo. Plenty of men would always try and hit on them whenever they went out together. Even in their college days, every guy from across the campus would try and hook up with them.

As much as Layla liked the attention, she was never the type of girl who would get with every guy she would meet. Ashlyn was the same as well. In fact, they had only been with one guy during their time in college and it was their future husbands back when they were more lively.

Checking her outfit, Layla wore a black strapless long-sleeve blouse and some tight form-fitting jeans that accentuated her curves. “Damn I look good,” she muttered before exiting her bedroom bathroom.

Heading downstairs, Layla gathered a purse and slipped on some shoes. As she was about to head out, she saw her husband, John, about to head out as well. He was wearing some fishing gear and carrying several bags and equipment.

“Um, where are you going?” Layla cocked her brow.

“Oh, me? I’m just going on a fishing trip with some of the lads for a day or two,” John explained.

“What?? A day or two? What are you talking about? You didn’t tell me you were going on a trip. What the hell?!” Layla exclaimed, bracing her hands on her hips.

“It was a last-second plan. I couldn’t miss out on this!” John said, defensively.

Layla rolled her amber eyes. Like Ashlyn, her relationship with her husband had deteriorated over the years. Nowadays, he’d been more focused on his own devices rather than his beautiful wife. You could say that her sex life was better than her best friend’s. But that was only by technicality since he would sleep with her, albeit not as often as she would like. On the rare occasions, they would have sex, he would be drunk from hanging out with his friends, or just do it to get Layla off his back about it. The sex was utterly devoid of passion or love and usually ended with John finishing early, leaving her unsatisfied and disappointed.

Then, hearing honking coming from outside their home, John urgently went to the front door. “Oh! That’s them! Okay, honey! I’ll see you later,” he said to Layla in a rush.

Before she knew it, her husband dashed out the front door and quickly locked it behind him. Layla pinched the bridge of her nose and sighed heavily. “God, whatever happened to him? He used to be full with such vigor” she miserably thought, missing the good ole days.

John was your average brown-haired Caucasian man. Back when they first married he was a lot fitter. They would go to the gym together almost daily. But now, he had let himself go a bit and develop this dad bod… dad bod if you were generous… He’d been too focused on going out, hanging with his buddies, and working rather than going to the gym and spending time with his gorgeous wife.

Hearing the car out front accelerate off into the distance, Layla begrudgingly sighed and pulled out her phone to see if Ashlyn sent her a message about their plans for today. Still nothing. “Ugh, this is just what I need right now,” Layla frustratedly muttered to herself, staring at the empty screen.

She then decided to just call her to see what was up. “Does she even remember what we had planned today??” Layla wondered. She didn’t want to be stuck out by both her husband and her friend. Dialing Ashlyn’s phone number, she waited for her close friend to respond. She restlessly tapped her foot on the ground as her phone just kept ringing and ringing.

Hearing that Ashlyn’s phone just went to voicemail, Layla snarled in annoyance. “Ashlyn, what the hell?! Answer your damn phone! Don’t you remember we had plans?!” she angrily recorded a message for her.

Layla needed to keep her mind off things. Off John just leaving her home alone yet again. She was really looking forward to hanging out with Ashlyn. Spending time with her usually helped with her mood. Layla was willing to drag her from whatever she was so busy doing to fall through with their date.

After waiting a few minutes to see if she would call back, there was still nothing. Layla snarled in annoyance and decided to take matters into her own hands. Ashlyn said that she had no work today, so she must be at home or something.

So hopping into her car, she exited her garage and drove off to Ashlyn’s house. The entire drive there, her mind began to wander. “What is Ashlyn actually doing?” she thought. She went over several scenarios in her head. “Perhaps she has family over? Augh, no way, she would still find the time to message me.”

In most cases, Layla would just conclude that Ashlyn just had forgotten. Then again, it had been pretty clear-cut when they planned this out. Layla tapped the steering wheel with her thumb trying to deduce what happened. Then, a thought crossed her mind. “Could she be with her masseur?” she thought to herself. “No, no. That can’t be it. She said that her sessions only last a few hours.”

Every idea Layla had was plagued by the fact that Ashlyn wasn’t messaging her. She was starting to get worried. Had something happened to her best friend? Before she knew it, Layla had arrived at Ashlyn’s house. Parking her car out front, she got out and rushed to the front door. Layla wasn’t even entirely sure if Ashlyn would even be home. But her worry was starting to weigh on her. She had to figure out what was going on.

Raising her hand up to the door, she knocked on it. Layla waited for a few moments. Still nothing. She knocked again. But nothing. Grinding her teeth, she decided to take a more direct course of action. Going to the doorbell, she pressed it a few times. Layla never liked ringing doorbells, she thought it was intrusive and annoying. But that was more of a personal thing.

To her dismay, there was still no response. “Augh, dammit….” she exclaimed to herself. “Where could she possibly be?”

Layla didn’t want to spam the doorbell so she just waited. She brought her phone up and tried to call Ashlyn again. Once more, no response. Layla was really starting to get frustrated, and worried. It wasn’t like Ashlyn to just go off the grid like that. Something fishy was definitely going on. Then, an idea popped into her head. Opening her finder app she brought up Ashlyn’s location. They had always shared their locations just in case something bad had happened to either one of them.

To her disbelief, her location pinged right here, at her home. Layla gasped, then went to the doorbell again and started spamming it. She didn’t even stop to consider that Ashlyn might have left her phone going somewhere since she never would forget her phone, never.

“Ashlyn?! Hello? Are you home?!” Layla called out, pressing the doorbell a few times. “If you are, I know you’re here! Ashlyn! Please! Answer the damn door!”

Then, Layla suddenly heard rapid footsteps coming from the stairs since the staircase was near the front door. “That better be her,” she thought.

After hearing what sounded like bare feet slapping behind the door, the door unlocked and slowly cracked open. Layla quickly tried to peer into the small opening. Her amber eyes widened to see Ashlyn in a state of disarray. Her curly hair was disheveled, her alluring hazel eyes were glazed, and she had this weird crust frosted around her mouth.

Ashlyn tried her best to hide behind the door, but from what Layla could see, she saw that she was desperately trying to hold a towel around her apparently naked body.

“Ashlyn! What the hell?! What the fuck is going on? Have you forgotten the little date that we planned? I’ve been calling you! And why haven’t you been calling or texting me?! That’s very unusual for you,” Layla ripped into Ashlyn.

“I- uh. Shit… Erh. That was today? Sorry…. erh…. I forgot about our plans…. Dammit,” Ashlyn shamefully admitted. “And um, my uh, my phone has been…. Broken! It broke a few days ago. That’s why I haven't messaged you…. yes….”

Layla’s amber eyes burned with vexation. Ashlyn was lying through her teeth. And her current state of mess was very suspicious. But taking a deep breath, she composed herself. “It’s fine…. It’s fine!” Layla said, pinching the bridge of her nose.

“Are- are you mad at me or something?” Ashlyn cautiously asked, timidly hiding behind the door.

“What?” Layla looked back up. “Why would I be mad? I’m not mad. It’s just…. You had me worried. It’s not normal of you to go off the grid like that.”

Ashlyn visibly looked guilty but took a sigh of relief seeing how her friend wasn’t angry at her, just worried. “But now that we got all that out of the way. I know you’re lying.” Layla declared.

“Wha- wha- what do you mean I’m lying??” Ashlyn nervously stuttered.

“Ugh, you’re phone isn’t broken. And don’t even try and lie again because I have your location on, and it shows you are right here,” Layla said, showing her screen to Ashlyn.

Staring at the irrefutable evidence on the screen, Ashlyn averted her eyes to the ground in defeat. “Okay, now you’re gonna tell me what you’ve been up to.” Layla then tried to further push the door open to get a better view of Ashlyn.

As the opening widened, Layla immediately got a good whiff of musk coming off of her caramel-skinned friend. Her sudden actions caught Ashlyn by surprise and the door gave in more than she would like. She stumbled back revealing more of herself to Layla.

Her friend’s amber eyes widened seeing more of her current state. Ashlyn just had a towel loosely wrapped around her body. Although they had seen each other naked before, the connotation behind why she was like this was embarrassing.

“Jesus! Ashlyn! Why are you like that?! And god, you kinda smell. What have you been up to?!” Layla exclaimed.

Ashlyn’s face blushed heavily. “Layla right now is really not a good time! Could you just wait outside for a moment so I can get myself cleaned up?”

“Cleaned up?? From what?” Layla queried with a knowing smirk, cocking her brow and bracing her hands on her hips.

Ashlyn spilled too much. “Ugh, just wait outside! I- I will explain more later!” she shouted and attempted to push Layla back outside.

“Hey! You can’t just push me out here!” Layla hissed.

The two struggled with pushing back against each other. With them being so close, the musk coming off of Ashlyn was more apparent than ever. “Geez! Why is your skin so sticky?! And why do you smell like that?!” Layla pried.

“I don’t know what you are talking about! Just wait outside, dammit!” Ashlyn reiterated, pushing even harder.

As they struggled, Layla’s mind went in circles and was starting to piece everything together. Her messy state, the smell, why she wasn’t messaging her. Layla quickly deduced the most likely answer to all her questions. But everything still didn’t make sense. There were a lot of things still fishy about her suspicious activity.

Hearing some footsteps coming from the stairs, Ashlyn had a sudden surge of strength and managed to push Layla mostly outside. She tried to slam the door on her, but Layla wouldn't concede that easily. She quickly wedge her foot against the door so it wouldn’t close.

“Gah! Get your foot out! Get it out! I’ll be out in a bit! Just wait dammit!” Ashlyn urgently said, as if someone was getting closer.

“What are you hiding from me?! I know something is up! Just let me in!”

“Augh! Not yet! Just wait! Plea-” Ashlyn tried to say but was interrupted by another person.

Goro came up from behind Ashlyn. Layla’s eyes were immediately drawn to the short skinny old Asian man. “Who this?” he asked.

Ashlyn’s face got red hot and whatever reply she had got caught in her throat, rendering her unable to say anything. Layla kept looking back and forth between the two and quickly connected the dots. “Is that why she wasn’t answering the phone?? Because she was with him??” she thought. But there were still a lot of questions needing answers.

“Is- is that??” Layla queried, pointing at the old man.

Ashlyn timidly nodded her head. Layla looked back at the old man. Getting a better look, he was just wearing a small towel around his waist. He was basically naked. So little was giving him his modesty. Layla was taken aback. From her observations, he was definitely in his sixties and wasn’t remotely attractive, appearance-wise. He just looked like a pervy old man.

There was an awkward silence between the three of them. Standing closely next to Ashlyn, Goro sneakily reach for her ass and gave it a squeeze. “So you going to introduce me to your friend?” he cheerfully urged.

“Eep!” Ashlyn squealed in reaction to his squeeze. “Gor-! Ahem. Mr. Tanaka…. Em, this is my friend, Layla.”

Goro’s beady eyes scanned up and down the alluring brunette. He licked his lips seeing her nice curves, long legs, and big tits. She was certainly on par with his current lover. He liked what he was seeing.

“Layla, this is Mr. Tanaka. My…. Masseur….” Ashlyn continued, abashedly holding onto her other arm.

Noticing the old man’s leering stare, Layla covered her body with her arms. “Um, nice to meet you,” she greeted, trying to keep a friendly composure.

Goro raised his wrinkly hand for a handshake. Layla was a bit apprehensive since the strange man gave her weird vibes. But wanting to be polite she shook his hand. Immediately upon contact, a shiver ran up Layla’s spine. Goro’s hand felt moist and sticky.

“Kon'nichiwa, Layla. Very nice to meet you,” the old man said, bowing his balding head.

“Wha- er, ahem. Nice to meet you….” Layla had a hard time focusing because of how mysteriously sticky his hand was.

Layla tried to speed up the gesture as they shook hands, but Goro just held her there for what felt like centuries. Then, turning her hand over, he ran his boney fingers over Layla’s palm.

“Oh, you have very nice hands. Very nice,” he smiled.

Layla froze. She didn’t know how to feel about this old man caressing her hand. He was very delicate about it, but still, she felt creeped out at how intimate he was. As she allowed Goro to touch her hand, Layla looked over to Ashlyn. Her almost-naked friend looked surprised as well.

“What you do to get so nice hands?” the little man queried.

Returning her attention to the old man, Layla jerked her hand away from him and said, “Uh, thank you? I just moisturize them. Nothing too special.” She tried to be as polite as possible.

Goro gave Layla a warm smile. “Oh, so sorry,” he bowed his head. “I just like to voice my thoughts. Don’t mind me.”

Layla tilted her head to the side. Since he really seemed to be a foreign man, maybe interactions from where he’s from are different. So she just let it slide for now.

Goro’s almost naked form was also distracting, but not really in a good way. Layla observed his skinny form, almost sagging chest, and small gut. “I can’t believe that Ashlyn sleeps with this guy,” Layla thought.

Then, taking a quick glance down to his towel-covered waist, her amber eyes shot open seeing a noticeable tent protruding out. But before she could react, Ashlyn spoke to her.

“Em, I’m glad you two could meet, but Gor-, Mr. Tanaka, can I speak to my friend, alone, for a moment?”

Goro nodded, but before he returned deeper into the house, he reach behind Ashlyn and gave her ass another nice squeeze.

“Eep-!” Ashlyn squealed but quickly covered her mouth. She hoped that Layla didn’t catch onto what her ‘masseur’ was doing behind the scenes.

“Don’t take too long,” he stated in a suggestive tone. Then looking over at Layla, he looked up and down Layla’s fetching body in a lecherous manner.

Layla’s eyes widened and she blushed upon hearing his little statement and catching his leering eyes. “That doesn’t seem very professional at all,” she pointed out to herself.

As Goro came out of view, Layla locked eyes with Ashlyn and gave her a suspicious glare. “So are you gonna explain yourself now?” Layla said sternly. “I’m not going to stop pestering you until you do.”

Ashlyn ground her teeth and sighed. “Fine, fine! But this stays between us, got it?!” Layla nodded and made a zipping gesture on her lips.

“So…. the reason I haven’t got to you today and yesterday is because….” Ashlyn hesitated for a moment and nervously bit on her thumb. “I’ve been with him….”

Layla scrunched her brows confusingly. “With him? You can’t mean you’ve been doing it for that long-. Ashlyn! I thought you said this was supposed to be professional!”

Ashlyn’s ear got blazing hot. “It is!” she objected.

“What?! I’m having a hard time believing that it is. He’s at your house, and from what you said, I assume that he stayed over, right? And what about Harry? Isn’t he going to find out?!” Layla whispered loudly.

“Harry is out of town for a business trip without telling me,” explained, sounding frustrated. “So with him out of town, I needed to blow off some steam, okay?”

“For a whole day? I never heard of a session that lasts for that long,” Layla’s mouth fell agape.

“Listen, I needed to blow off a lot of steam. Please understand,” Ashlyn tried to paint a clearer picture.

Layla sighed and rubbed her forehead trying to gather her thoughts. Everything just felt so off. She was getting awfully suspicious. She needed more answers, but right now didn’t seem the optimal time to get them. Ashlyn was still noticeably on guard and was clearly holding more back.

“Okay, okay! I get it,” Layla conceded.

Ashlyn sighed in relief. “Thank you.”

But clicking her tongue, Layla continued, “Oh, you’re not off the hook yet. You’re holding something back. And you will tell me everything.”

Ashlyn gasped. “What do you mean, everything?!”

Layla’s eyes went dead and gave her a knowing look. “Listen, you don’t have to do it right now. Are we still gonna have our little thing today?”

Ashlyn looked ashamed. “Well, about that…. Could we move it to tomorrow? That’s when Harry gets back.” Layla rolled her eyes. “This wanton slut.”

“Don’t tell me he’s gonna spend the night again. This is seriously getting strange, Ashlyn. I don’t know if I can keep this up.”

“Please, I’ll tell you everything!” Ashlyn blurted out. “I’ll tell you everything…. But it will have to wait for tomorrow. Just don’t tell anyone, please….” she begged.

Seeing how distressed her best friend was, Layla sighed and nodded in agreement. “Fine. Tomorrow then. But I want it cut and clear, got it? No more lies, dancing around, or any sort of nonsense bullshit.” Ashlyn eagerly nodded. “Okay then, now go have your fun, I’ll see you then.”

Layla gave a playful wink and walked off. Ashlyn gasped but could say nothing since she was right. Watching her brunette friend walk off into the distance, she suddenly felt a body press up against her back.

“Is your pretty friend gone now?” Goro asked, grabbing onto Ashlyn’s wide hips and kissing the middle of her toned back.

Swiveling her head back to the old man she didn’t know what to think about his bold actions. “Goro! What the heck was that?! You grabbing my ass like that was dangerous, and why were you holding her hand like that??” Ashlyn exclaimed.

“I can’t grab my lover’s ass? You like it didn’t you, no?” Goro replied. Ashlyn sighed and abashedly nodded.

“Heh, and I just thought your friend has very nice hands. I want to feel,” Goro explained in a suggestive manner.

Ashlyn gasped. She immediately picked up on what he wanted from Layla. She should have felt repulsed that he wanted her as well. But the more she thought about it, she got strangely aroused at the idea of this sleazy old man trying to get at her friend. There was something primal about a man, albeit an older one, knowing what he wants and trying to claim it. Layla had been uptight lately, and knowing her husband John, she might also need some relaxing as well. Besides, it would serve her right for prying so damn much!

But shaking her head back into focus from her depraved thoughts, Ashlyn said, “Hey, that’s my best friend we’re talking about. You can’t just do that!”

“What? Gomen, sorry. I just can’t help. She just so pretty. Can’t help.”

Ashlyn noticed a devious grin grow on his wrinkly face. “Enough of that,” she commanded, rolling her hazel eyes. “This dirty old man is hopeless.”

Then feeling something hard and pointy poke at her ass, Ashlyn bit her lip. “Oh? Hard again are we?” she cooed, reaching over and holding onto Goro’s boney wrists.

“Heh, hai, hai, you know I am. Now shall we take this to the kitchen?” Goro smirked, giving Ashlyn’s exposed back a wet kiss.

“Mhhmm, you know I am. Come on, my Japanese bull,” Ashlyn replied in a low sexy voice.

Closing the front door and locking it, the two proceed over to the kitchen to continue their nasty deeds.

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Getting in her car, Layla just sat there and tried to process everything that just happened. She dissected every bit of detail. From the state of Ashlyn’s appearance, she could easily deduce that she just woke up, or was in the middle of something.

Reminded of how moist and sticky this Mr. Tanaka guy’s hand was, Layla brought up the hand she shook with it. She rubbed her fingers against her palm and she squealed in disgust feeling that her hand was sticky now as well. “God, it’s on my wedding ring too….” Although her relationship with her husband has deteriorated, she still wore it.

“Augh, gross,” Layla muttered. She could only imagine why his hand was sticky in the first place. Though, the answer to her question could be narrowed down pretty easily. She just didn’t want to think about it.

But the more she stared and rubbed her sticky hand, the more curious she got. The thoughts of her close friend doing the nasty with that old man ran rampant through her mind. And now, what she could presume was evidence from their last ‘session’ was directly in contact with her. But there is only one way to find out.

Taking some time to contemplate, she finally had enough. Her curiosity kept nagging at her, and she needed to know. Sometimes she cursed her quizzical nature. Her right hand up to her nose, Layla flared her nostrils out and took a whiff.

Her olfactory sensors immediately got a good dose of musk and the familiar smell of a woman’s juices. She immediately took her hand away from her nose. “Welp, that answers my questions,” Layla muttered, pumping some hand sanitizer into her sticky hand.

Everything felt surreal. Although Ashlyn told her what she was doing, her brain didn’t want to actually believe until there was evidence. And this was irrefutable confirmation, mostly.

Fully cleaning her hand, Layla got ready to put the keys into the ignition but stopped. She couldn’t believe that her close friend was fucking an old Japanese man. It was so depraved, so dirty. The man wasn’t even remotely attractive. Then, reminded of what she saw, her mind went to the old man’s male parts.

Layla was sure that he was erect. She couldn’t properly tell how big he was since Ashlyn interrupted her, but he was definitely hard. “Did he get hard from touching my hand?” she wondered. From what she could recall, Layla didn’t see the tent there when she saw him at first glance.

The thought of Ashlyn’s pervy masseur getting hard from touching her hand sent a shiver down her spine. “That dirty old perv!” She felt irked, but at the same time, weirdly aroused, albeit, she didn’t fully realize it. It could be because of the lack of intimate attraction that left her unfamiliar with such emotions since she barely got that from John. Of course, Layla was used to how men would ogle at her, but the way Goro was looking at her…. there was something animalistic in the way he was staring. Like he saw prey he needed to conquer.

“He did seem kinda big….” Layla thought. She was so focused on figuring out Ashlyn’s appeal to him that she kept trying to picture what this ‘magic cock’ looked like.

But the more Layla thought about it, the more unsure she was about what she saw for the briefest of moments. Maybe she was adding more to the short interaction than there was. She did allow the old man to fiddle with her hand. And Ashlyn’s tales had no doubt played a small part in how Layla read into the situation. Her curiosity continued to eat away at her.

“Ugh, why am I like this….” she groaned, banging her head against the steering wheel. The shrouding veil of that towel made things mysterious. Whatever was under there had her best friend seemingly enamored.

After some time of speculating and thinking, Layla thought about doing one of the creepiest things she had ever done in her life. Totally out of character. She was unsure whether she wanted to go through with this, but she wanted, no, needed to know. Of course, Ashlyn said that she would tell her everything tomorrow, but she needed to know now.

Sighing, she put her keys back away and got out of the car again. As she made her way up the driveway, Layla carefully scanned her surroundings to see if any of the neighbors were watching. Heading back to the front door, she suddenly stopped.

“What am I doing?” Layla realized. She didn’t even have a proper plan of action. All she wanted to do was know, but not how.

But since she was already back at Ashlyn’s front door, she might as well. “God, I hate myself, I hate myself,” she repeated in her head, letting curiosity drive her actions.

Walking up to the door, Layla carefully placed her ear against it and listened closely. At first, there was silence and the ambient noise of birds chirping and the wind blowing the leaves of surrounding trees. But by focusing on her hearing she got a better sense of what could possibly be happening behind the door.

After a few moments of almost nothing, Layla was about to give up. But then, her ear perked up suddenly hearing a faint muffled sound coming from deeper inside the house. In a strange way, she got excited and tried to lean in closer to the door for a better listen.

Layla heard yet another muffled sound, louder than the last. It sounded like a squeal or something else, she wasn’t sure. But she knew that it definitely was coming from a person. Eventually, the muffled noises echoed consistently from where ever the source was deeper inside the house.

“Are they? Right now? I just left. No way….” Layla mumbled, cupping her hand to her ear to get better clarity. But to her dismay, the source was simply too far away to get any proper reading. She needed to get closer.

As creepy as she felt about trying to spy on her best friend, Layla was simply too invested to just give up now. She kicked herself for doing this, but she just had to see it for herself.

Tracing her steps back, Layla made her way to Ashlyn’s side gate. She was very acquainted with Ashlyn’s home since she’d been there plenty of times. Scanning her surroundings like a hawk, Layla carefully reach over the wooden gate and unlatched the lock. Cautiously opening it, she entered and closed it behind her carefully to not make any noise.

Layla tip-toed deeper into her best friend’s backyard. She wasn’t even sure if Ashlyn would even be on the first floor. At this point, the brunette was just moving without any sort of plan. But as she got closer to the backside of the house, the faint muffled noises progressively got louder and louder. “Oh…. fuck….” she suddenly heard a faint moan from within the house. Layla froze in place. “That was definitely Ashlyn,” she concluded.

Approaching the pool area, the moans of her friend became more apparent than ever. Whatever she was doing, she was definitely doing it in her kitchen since it was adjacent to the backyard.

“Ah, ah, ah. Right there, hmmm keep doing that. Oh…. that feels good!” Layla heard just behind the glass sliding door.

Layla’s heart pounded. She was so close to the source. Hugging the wall near the sliding door, she crouched down and just listened to her friend presumably having sex just inside. More muffled moans emitted from within. Layla realized that these moans weren’t your standard moans, they sounded more carnal in nature and filled with lust.

“Oh, fuck! Yes! I love your big Japanese cock, Goro! Keep pounding my pussy!” Ashlyn moaned.

Layla gasped and quickly covered her mouth. “Goro?! That must be his given name.” She was baffled hearing her friend say such naughty things when her supposed therapy sessions were presumed to be ‘professional’. Leaning her head closer to the source, Layla continued to listen.

“Augh! So tight! Suburashi! I love this married pussy,” her old masseur groaned.

The curious brunette’s jaw dropped. “Japanese cock? Married pussy? Oh, my god…. Is this really happening right now?” she muttered. Layla was more than certain that this was anything but professional.

Layla didn’t know how to feel. She wanted to feel outraged that her friend lied yet again about her explicit arrangement with her massage therapist. But hearing her best friend wailing with pleasure kept toying with her. Ashlyn sounded like she was having the time of her life!

Even during her glory days with John, she never got like this during sex. What Ashlyn must be going through has to be mind-blowing. Layla felt some spark from within her as the moans and groans continued on.

A part of her wanted her to get up and leave. But her curiosity kept her anchored where she was. Layla felt like she looked so desperate and depraved crouching down in the backyard of her close friend’s house and listening to her getting her railed by an old Asian man.

Closing her eyes, Layla began to conjure up images of what might be going on just behind the sliding door. She didn’t want to dare peak around the corner. But the more she listened to the muffled moans, her nosiness kept picking at her.

“Oh, fuck fuck FUCK! Goro, you’re going to make me lose my fucking mind! Holy shit!” Ashlyn screamed.

A shiver ran down Layla’s spine. Ashlyn sounded like a woman processed. What kind of dick she was receiving, it must have been amazing. Though, she had to be certain that the rumors were true about this magic Asian cock.

More moans came echoing from inside. Layla ran her hands through her hair and she unknowingly bit her lip. The nefarious activities she was listening in on sounded so erotic, so hot.

The sudden urge to witness her friend’s fornication with her own eyes started to eat at her. She gripped her wavy brown hair as she contemplated what to do. She didn’t want to seem like some pervert spying on two people having sex. But at the same time, the moans and groans kept enticing her to come to take a look. It was like they were playing games with her.

“Mhhhhh, yes! Pound your pussy my big - Japanese - bull….” Ashlyn sexily cooed.

“Japanese bull?!” Layla screamed to herself. Now she was a hundred percent sure that this was more than professional therapy. That was the straw that broke the camel's back.

“A quick look wouldn’t be too bad,” she rationalized. “I’ll just see for myself then get out of here.”

Carefully turning her head around the corner to peer through the sliding door, Layla was met by a veil of curtains obstructing the scene she so eagerly wanted to see. Snarling in annoyance, she crawled on her hands and knees to find any sort of opening. Spotting a slight crack in the curtain, Layla swiftly made her way to it.

Once there, she took a deep breath and composed herself, before finally taking a gander through the gap. Layla’s amber eyes widened upon seeing what she had been eavesdropping on for some time.

Gasping, Layla was greeted by the sight of her best friend bent over the dinner table, with her dirty old masseur behind her. They were buck naked and their towels lay on the floor around them. From where she crouched, she could partially see their side, but most of the view was of their naked asses. This angle served her curious mind even more.

Her curiosity was satiated just enough, but stoked so she wanted to see more. Layla heard their muffled moans and saw Ashlyn’s thick ass jiggle with each thrust from her assumed lover.

“Oh my….” Layla muttered, seeing what she scarcely had believed so far. The old guy really turned Ashlyn in, giving her everything a woman could want. “Jesus Christ, he’s really giving it to her,” she thought, unknowingly nibbling her bottom lip, seeing the ferocity of which Ashlyn was getting absolutely railed.

It made Layla’s mind trail even further, to how Ashlyn had almost glowed from their small gossip. “Does the old bastard really have a magic cock??”  Were all the rumors from Ashlyn true then? Layla was dying to know what kind of size they were dealing with, what kind of weaponry made her friend shriek and moan so loud she could clearly hear all the way out where she hid.

“Fuck!” Layla curse inside her head, feeling herself getting aroused just from watching her friend get defiled so thoroughly. She had inadvertently started to squirm where she kneeled. Unknowingly, Layla’s panties moistened witnessing something so primal and lustful happening before her.

“That kitchen table will never be the same,“ Layla thought, trailing her eyes back and forth at the spectacle.

Realizing that she was staring longer than intended, Layla quickly pulled away from the gap. Her chest heaved as she hyperventilated. She couldn’t believe her eyes. She knew what was happening, but actually seeing it for real rocked her to her core. “She’s actually doing it with that old bastard,” she quietly muttered, running her hands down her face.

“Okay, I got what I came for, I need to leave.” But as Layla was about to stand back up, she heard yet another loud moan coming from Ashlyn.

“Oh fuck! I’m cumminggggggg!” she wailed from the kitchen.

Layla crouched back down and carefully rested her head on the glass door behind her. “No, I can’t look again. I need to leave. Augh!” she argued with herself.

But hearing another loud moan, Layla squeezed her fists and turned her head back to sneak another look. Her meticulous amber eyes scanned the scene before her. Taking a better observation of what was happening, her heart thumped in her chest and her face reddened.

She saw the old man hold onto Ashlyn’s wide hips as he thrust away. Since he was shorter, he had to stand on his toes to properly fuck her. Layla watched in awe as the skinny man pistoned his hips with such vigor and precision. She wouldn’t have imagined such an old-looking man to move like that as if he were forty years younger.

Then, her eyes were drawn to what hung between his scrawny legs. “Oh, my god….” she uttered in shock. His balls hung low, and they looked so big and healthy. “How can that man be so virile at his age?!”

Layla drew her head back and tried to compose herself. “Jesus…. He’s really fucking her good. That dick must be amazing….” she thought, squeezing her loins.

Her mind wondered truly how big he was. From her angle, she couldn’t properly see his manhood. She needed to know. Layla was so transfixed on this specimen of an old man that she had forgotten about her promise to herself to leave once she had a quick peep.

Going back for another look, she returned to the scene of her best friend getting her pussy pounded by the skinny old man. Ashlyn now had her arms pinned behind her back by her fuck buddy. Her sultry moans spilled from her lips as the Asian man gave her long fast strokes. Layla’s fluids began to seep even more into her panties seeing how much a pro this man was at sex.

And the way he had Ashlyn pinned was so primal. Layla could tell that the old man liked to take what he wanted. It was kinda hot. But reminded of her objective, she tried to get a better angle to see the old man’s cock. Trying to get a better angle from where she kneeled, she became dangerously exposed through the small gap. If anyone were to glance her way, they would definitely notice her peeking through the glass. But Layla was lost in the moment, she had to know.

Getting the best angle she could, Layla’s nosy eyes widened to see the old man’s shaft just enough. But most of it was obscured by his skinny hip. The only time she could get a glimpse of it was when he drew his hips back. From what she was able to see, she took note of his fat-looking shaft. Other than that, she wasn’t close enough nor at a right angle to see anything more.

Layla snarled in annoyance not being able to see the goods. A part of herself screamed at her to just leave and what she was doing was wrong and depraved. But her strange fascination with this Asian man’s mysterious cock drowned out her voice of reason.

As if on cue, the old man drew his hips back and pulled out, making a long loud slurp. It happened as if it was in slow motion. He withdrew himself at a slight angle as if to show Layla how long he was, and just how wet his cock had become from Ashlyn’s secretions. With another agonizing slick sound, his entire cock was out of well fucked friend, in full view for her. Layla gasped again, seeing his steamy glistening member. It was so big and long. It had to be around eight inches, maybe more!

“She had the whole thing inside of her that entire time?! Ashlyn was right. He is hung like a horse!” she screamed to herself, biting on her thumb and rubbing her loins together. Layla couldn’t help but imagine how it would feel inside her. “God that thing would wreck me from pussy to brain….”

Shaking her head back into focus, Layla continued to watch. Ashlyn push herself up from the table and turned to face her hung masseur. She saw as her friend bit her lip and gazed into the old man’s eyes. Layla couldn’t help but notice the pure lust and desire glinting from her alluring hazel eyes.

Seeing her mouth moving, she could make out what Ashlyn was saying, but she was definitely saying something salacious due to the devilish smirk on her face. Then, leaning forward, Ashlyn gave her old masseur a deep kiss.

Layla audibly gasped, but quickly covered her mouth. She watched in shock as her friend began to sloppily make out with the short Asian man. Layla was definitely sure that this wasn’t just some explicit therapy. Everything about how they had sex, talked dirty, and now kissing screamed that there was something more. Hell, just the act of having sex was a major red flag.

Layla wasn’t sure how to feel. Should she be mad, angry, furious about how Ashlyn lied to her? She concluded that she was definitely cheating on her husband now. Layla wanted to feel bad, but knowing Harry, she didn’t have any sympathy for him. It was his fault for not tending to his wife. And now she’s getting her guts rearranged by a hung foreign man.

But as incriminating as things looked, Layla would give her close friend a chance to explain herself when they meet the next day. As for now, Layla continued to spy on Ashlyn’s explicit fuck session.

Releasing their lips, the old man reached under Ashlyn’s left leg and lifted it up. Layla was surprised at how easily he was able to manipulate her body like that for a scrawny-looking man. Biting her lip, Layla secretly liked where this was going.

As if they knew she was watching, Ashlyn’s lover shifted their bodies so that Layla could get a full view of her friend's pussy. The sneaky brunette quickly retreated from the gap but still kept her head just barely peaking around the corner in fear that they would see her now that they were facing more in her direction.

But seeing how they seemed to be solely focused on each other, Layla cautiously returned to her position and watched intensively. Mounting Ashlyn’s long leg over his left shoulder, the old man grabbed the base of his cock and positioned it against her dripping pussy. Then with one big thrust, Layla watched as his endowed manhood delved deep into her friend’s slit.

Her mouth fell agape seeing how his shaft kept sinking deeper and deeper. It seem like it would never end until he bottomed out. Layla couldn’t help but let out a quiet mewl seeing how deep it went. She felt her pussy aching and itch form deep within her core. Her husband wasn’t didn’t even reach that deep. At best, he was about four inches.

Hugging her leg, the Asian man began to vigorously thrust in and out of Ashlyn’s pussy. His heavy balls swung back and forth like those bells you find in churches. Layla’s amber eyes were transfixed on their ferocious fucking. She never knew that sex could look this good. Even when John was at his best, he would fuck her as well as this.

Watching his cock disappear and then reappear into Ashlyn’s sopping cunt, Layla failed to realize that her hand was drifting down between her thighs. As depraved as it was, she would admit that this was hot as hell. Who knew that this old geezer could be so full of life?

“Oh, fuck…. It’s so deep, Goro….” Ashlyn mewled.

“Hai, hai. You love how I fuck you deep?” he grunted, driving his hips even deeper into her.

“Nhggg, yes! I fucking love how you fuck me deep and good. It’s just so big!”

Their dirty talk stoked the flames of arousal building within Layla. Her hand was now squeezed between her loins and her panties were soaked. “God…. that’s hot….” she trailed off.

Layla was surprised that he could maintain a steady pace at that age. Sweat permeated their skin and glistened in the light. As he hugged Ashlyn’s leg, he began to kiss and lick her calf. The old bastard was relentless. But as crude as it seemed, Ashlyn moaned even more. And based on the look on her face, she was liking it!

Rubbing her inner thighs together, Layla pressed her hand even deeper into her crouch. Her pussy throbbed and she needed any sort of stimulation to ease herself. She hadn’t realized how pent-up she’d been. It had been quite some time since she last had sex, good sex. So watching her friend seemingly getting the best dick of her life riled Layla up.

Her amber eyes would trace up and down their naked bodies. But she kept finding herself gazing at their conjoined sexes. The way Ashlyn’s folds perfectly wrapped around the old man’s shaft and how he would plunge deep into her depths with ease made Layla so aroused. Her mind was so horned up she failed to recognize how perverted she look. Here she was kneeling on the ground with her hand shoved between her thighs, spying on her best friend fucking an old Japanese man. Layla had officially found new a low.

Then hearing a gasp and giggle coming from Ashlyn, Layla glanced up to see that the old man slowing licking up the sole of her foot. She found it kinda unsanitary, but weirdly enough, it was kinda hot.

Ashlyn propped herself on her elbows and watched as her elderly lover ravaged her foot with his tongue. “Oh my. Goro, you dirty old man! Why are you licking my foot like that??” she playfully queried, biting her lip.

“Mhhmm, feet… so…. Pretty. Heh,” the pervy old man said in between licks.

Then, reaching the top of her foot, he enveloped Ashlyn’s cute white pedicured toes with his old lips and began to eagerly suck on them as he continued to thrust his juicy cock deep inside her pussy.

“Goro! My lord!” Ashlyn excitedly giggled.

Layla’s jaw dropped. What she was seeing was so depraved and nasty. This perverted Asian man was insatiable! The sucking and fucking continued. Layla watched in repulsed arousal. The elderly man slathered Ashlyn’s entire foot with saliva and ran his tongue between her pretty toes.

Rubbing her loins, Layla let out a small moan. What he was doing was gross. But at the same time, kinda hot. She wondered what it would feel like to get her pussy pounded and at the same time have her sensitive feet ravaged. The sensory overload must be mind-numbing!

Ashlyn’s tongue sexily hung from her mouth and her eyes were roll behind her skull. Layla listened to the muffled slapping of their flesh and slurping of her toes. Her panties were soaking wet at this point and began to seep through her pants. Though, she was too entranced in the salacious scene before her to notice.

“Oh, fuck….” Layla muttered quietly, stuffing her hand deeper into her crotch.

For the next few minutes, Layla squirmed and trembled where she crouch. Her eyes were locked on her best friend getting fucked silly. Disgust turned into lustful desire. Layla started to imagine what it would be like to get fucked like Ashlyn was. It looked so fun and exhilarating. She tried to keep her mind off the fact that the man doing the fucking was this elderly Japanese man, but deep down, she secretly was growing aroused by it.

“Goro! Oh, fuck! Are you trying to eat my foot??” Ashlyn playfully said in a husky voice.

The old man just hummed and continued to lick and suck her pretty foot. His cock kept driving deep inside her tight pussy. Layla could see Ashlyn’s wet lips perfectly enveloping his girthy shaft. It was like they were made for each other!

But Layla couldn’t get over the size difference between the two. Seeing how a short skinny old man fucking her taller luscious friend like she was his was almost otherworldly.

Then, releasing his lips from her toes, the old man spoke. “Gah, oishī! I’m gonna cum!” he announced in a breathy voice.

Layla gasped and leaned forward, her forehead was practically pressed up against the glass. It was as if she had been waiting for this very moment. But as she thought about the impending climax of her spectacle, she began to wonder where he would cum.

Realizing the elderly man’s cock didn’t have any sort of protection sheathed on it, Layla’s heart raced. “Ashlyn never mentioned that they went raw!” She hoped that he wouldn’t allow such a pervy oil man to soil her insides with his semen.

“Do it! Fucking cum in me, Goro! I need it! I need your cum deep inside of my married pussy! Do it! Take what’s yours my Japanese bull!” Ashlyn pleaded, lifting her other leg up from the floor and wrapping it around his skinny waist, trapping him.

Layla’s jaw dropped. Those flurry of words spilling from her best friend’s mouth sounds so depraved and naughty. She couldn’t believe that Ashlyn was so eager for him to cum inside of her. “She better be on a pill,” Layla thought, biting her lip. She couldn’t imagine her best friend getting knocked up with a Japanese man’s baby.

As the old man’s hips thrust faster, loud needy moans spilled from Ashlyn’s lips feeling his cock drive into her with such vigor. Layal subconsciously wiggled her hips into her hand.

With a few more deep thrusts, Ashlyn’s lover drove his mighty love stick balls deep into her and let out a decrypt groan. “EEEEYYYAAAAAHHHHH!”

At the same time, Ashlyn firmly held him in place with her strong leg and moaned loudly as well. “Fuck! Ahhhhhh!” she wailed. Her toes clenched and her body shook violently.

Layla gasped seeing her friend climaxing at the same time as the hung old man. She shuttered and her legs quivered witnessing the most primordial of pleasures taking place. “Holy shit….” she muttered, biting her lip.

Drawing her eyes to their conjoined sexes, Layla’s amber eyes widened seeing the old man’s juicy shaft and heavy balls pulsing, pumping Ashlyn full his seed. Pump after pump, she wondered when he was ever going to stop.

As the two finished their orgasms, they panted heavily. Putting her legs down, the old man pulled out of Ashlyn’s well-creamed pussy. Layla quickly covered her mouth seeing a waterfall of white essence pouring out of her friend’s slit.

“Jesus Christ…. How is that even possible?” the baffled brunette wondered. “John doesn’t even cum that much!” Her horned-up mind began to wonder what it must have felt like getting pumped full of cum like that.

Letting out a trembling exhale, Layla watched as Ashlyn struggled to stand back up. Leaning forward to her elderly lover’s ear, she began to whisper something.  Layla subconsciously tried to put her ear up to the glass and get a listen, but to her dismay, she could hear a thing.

Then, out of nowhere, loud barking roared from behind her. Layla squealed and fell on her ass, making some commotion. Swiveling her head around to see what it was, Layla saw that it was the next-door neighbor’s dog peeping through a small gap in the wooden fence.

“Gah, son of a bitch! Stupid dog! Shut up!” Layla hissed.

“What? Did you hear that?” she suddenly heard from the sliding door.

Layla’s heart jumped from her chest. “Shit shit shit!” she muttered in a panic.

Hearing muffled footsteps coming up to the sliding door, Layla hastily stood back up and made a run for the side gate. She didn’t even bother to look back, she just ran like her life depended on it. She didn’t want to get caught spying on her best friend! What would Ashlyn think?

Opening the gate, Layla carefully closed it behind her and sprinted to her car. She never ran so fast in her life. Once in, she started the ignition and drove off into the distance. “Oh my god, oh my god, oh my god!” she nervously repeated.

She gripped the steering wheel tightly and hyperventilated the whole drive back home. Layla couldn’t believe she just did that. She felt embarrassed, but at the same time, she felt exhilarated. Though, that could have been the adrenaline still coursing through her veins.

Images of her best friend fucking that old man were burnt into her memory. All Layla could think about what how nasty and depraved their fucking was. They were like wild animals!

Once back, Layla parked her car in her garage. Turning her car off, she just sat there and reflected on everything that had happened. Her mind went in circles trying to make sense of everything. It felt like she was in some sort of porno. Resting her head back, Layla let out a heavy sigh. Then feeling something cold and moist in her crotch, she looked down and saw a noticeable wet mark.

“Ah, jeez….” she abashedly muttered.

Reaching down, she gasped feeling how wet she wet. “Did I really get that wet from watching them?? Ugh, I’m such a pervert….” she said disappointingly.

Getting out of her car, Layla went inside her house. Tugging her soiled jeans off her legs, she tossed them into her laundry basket. The exposed air made contact with her drenched panties, sending a shiver down her spine. Feeling her face getting hot, she quickly took them off and tossed them into the basket as well. She didn’t want to be reminded about what she had done.

Trudging back upstairs naked from the bottom down, Layla made it to her bedroom and slammed the door shut behind her. Stripping the rest of her clothing, she hopped into bed and blankly stared up at the ceiling.

She thought about the old man’s cock driving deep into her friend’s pussy. That meaty pole was lodged into her recent memory. It was all she could think about. “So it’s true….” she quietly muttered. “He does have a magic cock….”

It was just his cock that amazed her, it was how good he could seemingly fuck. Now she understood why Ashlyn continued to see him. He was a fucking sex demon! The more she reminisced, her body heated up and her pussy began to moisten.

Slowly but surely, her hand slowly drifted down to her crotch. The image of the old man’s juicy cock and heavy balls repeated like a broken reel over and over again in her mind. Her body squirmed feeling her fingers just barely graze her clit. But before she made contact, Layla stopped.

“Ugh, no. I can’t do this,” she argued with herself. She didn’t want to fall deeper into the hole of depravity. So getting up, she went to take a cold shower to calm her down.

For the rest of the day, Layla kept her mind busy by working out, doing some groceries, and cooking. But the entire time she did that, her mind raced, eagerly waiting for what Ashlyn had to tell her tomorrow….