Massage Therapy Shorts: Oily Fun (Patreon)

Author's Note: Here's a short smutty episode!

It was a pleasant Thursday afternoon when Ashlyn’s husband, Harry, crossed paths with Layla’s husband, John, at their community country club after a round of golf. They had been acquainted due to their wives’ close friendship. So that meant a lot of seeing each other during house visits and other congenial events. 

Harry lazily nursed a whiskey and loosened the collar of his polo. “Heh, didn’t expect to see you here. Long week at the office?” he said cheerfully as he took a small sip from his glass. “Blowing off some steam, I presume.”

“Hm, guilty as charged,” John replied, clinking glasses. “You know, just trying to relax and make sure my swing doesn’t get too rusty. The wife’s been on my case lately about spending more time together, but work and the boys have kept me busy. And I don’t even get the fuss. She is always out showing houses or running errands. Perhaps she likes to nag just to nag, I guess.”

Harry chuckled knowingly. “Tell me about it. Ashlyn is the same. Always at the gym or picking up extra shifts at the hospital. We just live busy lives, I don’t get why she complains to me… But she’s been happier lately. Less bickering. Must be all that ‘self-care’ she’s into. Not that I’m complaining.”

John nodded with an amused smirk. “Now that you mention it… Layla has been glowing a bit, too. Says she’s been trying some new relaxation stuff that your wife told her about. Massages or whatever. Hah, women, right? As long as they’re not complaining, I don’t ask questions.”

The two oblivious men laughed and raised their glasses to that. They swapped a few more stories about their wives’ routines before drifting back to work and hobby talk. Neither had any idea how thoroughly their marriages had shifted. 

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Meanwhile, at Goro’s massage parlor, the open sign was off, and the front door was locked. Inside one of the back rooms, the air hung heavy with the scent of warm massage oil and raw sex. 

The three of them glistened on a large futon spread across the floor. Ashlyn lay on her back, long legs spread wide, her caramel skin shining under the low light of a singular lamp nearby. Goro knelt between her thighs, driving his thick, veiny cock into her soaked pussy with heavy, deep strokes. Oil coated every inch of their bodies, making each thrust slick and noisy.

Layla straddled Ashlyn’s face, grinding her dripping folds against her best friend’s eager tongue while she leaned forward to kiss Goro sloppily. Their tongues tangled messily as their oil-slicked hands roamed their naked bodies. Layla’s fingers teasingly pinched and twisted Ashlyn’s stiff nipples, while Goro’s bony old hands reached over to grip Layla’s plush ass to pull her close so he could slip his fingers into her tight pussy while thrusting into Ashlyn. 

“Fuck, Goro… harder… Hah… ouuhhhh!” Ashlyn moaned into Layla’s soaked cunt, her voice muffled but undeniably dripping with lust. Her hips bucked up to meet every thrust, taking every thick, Japanese inch the old man had to offer. 

Goro grunted, his sweat mixing with the oil on his wrinkled skin. “Hehe, both my married sluts… So wet for this old cock, hm? Your useless husbands never fuck you like this, no?”

“N-never!” Layla gasped as she rode Ashlyn’s face faster with deep, desperate rolls. “His little dick can’t even get me close. Ah ah ah… Uh uh uh… Only you can, Goro.”

“Fuck! My husband is so fucking pathetic,” Ashlyn managed to say against Layla’s pussy. “He could never make me feel how you do.”

The futon creaked under their obscene, frantic movements. Goro shifted the two taller women with surprising strength and authority, flipping Ashlyn onto all fours and slamming his cock back into her needy cunt from behind while Layla lay beneath her in a sixty-nine. The brunette licked where their sexes joined, sucking on Goro’s heavy balls whenever he pulled back. Oil dripped everywhere, coating their thighs, breasts, and utterly soiling the futon with a slippery mess. 

Goro’s pace turned punishing, his skinny hips slapping loudly against Ashlyn’s plump, caramel ass. The married women moaned together, their bodies trembling as another wave of pleasure built. Goro growled lowly as he buried himself to the hilt inside Ashlyn, as he felt himself reaching the edge.

“Augh… Suburashi… Cumming… cumming… EAAYYYYYYYYAAA!”

He gave her one final thrust before flooding her with thick ropes of his seed. Layla eagerly wrapped her soft lips around his contracting balls, then licked up what leaked out, savoring the taste of her best friend and secret Japanese lover. 

The old man let out a deep groan and pulled out of Ashlyn with a lewd, wet sound. Thick cum immediately started leaking from her pussy down below to Layla’s eager mouth. Layla didn’t hesitate and rose up to catch his salty seed with her tongue before burying her mouth against Ashlyn’s pulsing cunt. 

“Oh… Mhmm… Layla,” Ashlyn purred as she ground herself against Layla. 

After a bit, she finally lifted herself from Layla’s mouth and spun around to face Goro. Layla licked her cum slathered lips and rolled onto her stomach. Without missing a beat, both women leaned in. Ashlyn took him in her mouth first, sucking gently while Layla flicked along the side of his shaft, cleaning every inch of their combined mess. They switched back and forth, Ashlyn moving down to suckle his balls while Layla swallowed his cock down her throat with smooth strokes until he glistened with their spit. 

Goro sat back on the futon and watched the two sexy wives on their stomachs, lazily kicking their feet behind them as they worshipped him. “Ahhhh, yes… kimochi… good girls, so perfect.”

Ashlyn popped his cock from her mouth and lazily slapped it against her tongue before wiping her mouth with the back of her hand. “Fuck, I needed that. My legs are still shaking.”

Layla let out a breathy laugh as she dragged her tongue along the underside of his cock. “Same. I’ve been waiting all week for this. The second he left the house, I grabbed my things and drove here so fast.”

“Hm, I don’t even know where my husband is,” Ashlyn said, rolling her hazel eyes. “He’s either at the office or doing whatever. I don’t know.”

Layla looked at both of them, cheeks flushed, eyes glassy with lust. “We should do this more often. Like, a lot more. This is so fun. We should make this a regular thing. Maybe once a week if we’re all free?”

Goro chuckled as he cupped their cheeks with his bony hands. “Hehe, I like that idea. My two favorite married girls come whenever they want. I’m always ready to give you what you need,” he said with his thick, Japanese accent. 

He then reached over and picked up his phone lying on the futon beside them, tapping the screen. “But first… I need to remember this moment.”

Ashlyn and Layla glanced at each other, then smiled deviously. They pressed their cheeks together and looked up at the camera as he angled his phone toward them and pressed record. Ashlyn gave his cock a slow, lazy lick from the base to the tip. Layla followed beside her, swirling her tongue around his leaking head. 

“Hehe, smile for camera, girls,” Goro murmured lowly. “Show how much you love my big Japanese cock.”

He continued to film them for a little while longer until his cock was twitching back to full hardness between them. “Hah… Again,” he rasped, stopping the recording and putting his phone down. “I need to fuck again.”

He moved, gently grabbing Layla and positioning her onto her side. He then lowered himself onto his side, facing her. She smiled naughtily and curled one leg, opening herself for him. Goro slid in close, pressing his wiry body against her taller, curvier frame. Her full breasts squished against his chest as he lined himself up and pushed inside her soaked pussy in one smooth thrust. 

“Ahhh… so tight… always,” he groaned as he began to fuck her with steady, deep strokes. Layla moaned softly, her wavy brown hair spilling across the futon. Her amber eyes locked onto his as their bodies rocked together in a practiced rhythm they’d learned from how many times they fucked since starting this whole affair. 

Ashlyn moved in right behind him, her soft caramel body pressing flush against Goro’s back: her taller, thicker body, hand, and perfectly supple tits molded against him. Her thick thighs bracketed his skinny legs, and she wrapped her arms around his waist, hugging him tightly from behind. The old man was now sandwiched completely between their two lush, oil-slicked bodies. 

“Hmm, fuck her good, Goro,” Ashlyn purred into his ear, grinding her slick, cum-leaking pussy against his ass. Biting her lip, she slid one of her hands down his back and, without hesitation, pressed her middle and index fingers between his cheeks. 

Goro shuddered at the sudden stimulation. She then circled his tight hole a few times with her oily fingers before slowly pushing them inside. The old man’s hips jerked hard, driving ever deeper into Layla. “Augh! Kimochi! Ashlyn… Eaaghh… you naughty girl,” he gasped, his voice breaking as her fingers curled inside him. 

Layla let out a breathy moan, her curvy hips rolling to meet every thrust. She glanced over to see what was happening and found Ashlyn’s hand low between Goro’s narrow cheeks. “God, he’s so fucking hard inside me right now… Keep going, Ashlyn. Finger this dirty old man, he loves it.”

Ashlyn smiled against Goro’s neck, kissing and licking his wrinkled skin while her fingers pumped slowly in and out of his ass. She hugged him tighter, squishing her boobs harder against his back. The small old man was enveloped completely between the two taller, fuller bodies. The three of them moved together in a slow, filthy rhythm. Goro thrust into Layla, Ashlyn fingered him from behind, all of them slippery with oil and sweat. 

“Fuck… ah ah ah… hmmm… You feel so good inside me,” Layla breathed. She cupped Goro’s face as she leaned in to kiss him deeply. “Don’t stop.”

Goro groaned into her mouth, his beady eyes rolling back from the sheer amount of pleasure coursing through him. The tight squeeze of Layla’s pussy around his cock and the lewd pressure of Ashlyn’s curling fingers inside him felt like ecstasy. He trembled, letting out shameless, raspy moans, trapped between his two goddesses. 

“Hai… hai… Ohhhhh! Gah! 

He kept thrusting steadily into Layla, his hips slapping against her plush ass. He broke the kiss with her and turned his head to the side to catch Ashlyn's lips in a sloppy, open-mouthed kiss. Their tongues slid messily against each other as they moaned. After a few wet seconds, he pulled back, leaving strings of their mixed saliva between their lips, breathing hard, and leaned forward to kiss Layla just as sloppily. 

He switched back and forth like that, kissing one while still fucking the other. The sounds of smacking lips and slapping flesh echoed through the dim room. 

Ashlyn dragged her tongue over the back of his neck, then curled her fingers deep inside his ass once more, pressing firmly against that sensitive spot that made his toes spread. Goro’s whole body jerked, and he let out a shaky groan. “Auughhh! Ashlyn… More! Right there!”

Layla moaned at the way his cock throbbed inside her. “Fuuuckkk… So deep,” she panted, locking eyes with Ashlyn from over his shoulder. 

Both women moved at the same time. Ashlyn hooked one leg over Goro’s hip and around Layla’s waist. Layla did the same on the other side, wrapping her leg around him too. Their long limbs locked together, trapping the smaller old man between their taller, softer bodies. He let out a pleased groan, utterly in heaven. He was unable to pull back far, forced to fuck Layla in short, deep strokes while Ashlyn kept playing with his ass. 

Goro shuddered hard between them, groaning into Ashlyn’s mouth, then Layla’s as he kept swapping desperately back and forth. The three of them stayed like that for a while, bodies sliding in the warm oil, completely lost in the pure lust of it all. 

Ashlyn kept pumping and curling her fingers, making Goro twitch and thrust harder. Layla continued to roll her hips to meet him, the angle allowing his cockhead to kiss her cervix with each delicious thrust. They held him there, legs locked, kissing him greedily whenever his mouth was free. 

“Hmmm, don’t you dare stop, Goro… ah!” Layla breathed between kisses.

Ashlyn hungrily licked the inside of his ear, making his eyes flutter. “Yeah… don’t you dare stop… fuck my best friend like she deserves, Goro.”

Goro could barely speak, just panting broken words. “Hai… hai… can’t escape… so good!” His body trembled between them, completely at their mercy as they kept him trapped and pleasured for what felt like ages.

His thrusts grew even shorter and harder, his hips bucking against them. Layla’s moans climbed higher, her body shaking as she clung to him. 

“Ah ah ah! Uh! Fuck… right there… Goro!” she gasped, her eyes rolling back. “You’re going to make me cum… don’t stop!”

Ashlyn pressed tighter against his back, her full breasts squishing harder into him. “Cum for him, Layla. Let him feel how much you love his cock.”

Layla cried out, pulling him flush against her as her orgasm hit. Her walls clamped down around his thick cock, pulsing and creaming all over him. “OHHHH! OUUUHHH! Yeeesssssss!” 

Goro groaned loudly, but the women didn’t let him slow down. They hugged him close from both sides, almost crushing him. Ashlyn kissed the side of his neck and whispered hotly, “This cock belongs to us, Goro. We’re going fuck you until we’re satisfied.” 

Layla, still shaking uncontrollably from her climax, cupped his wrinkled face and kissed him hard. “That’s right. This big Japanese cock belongs to us. We own it.”

Ashlyn pressed her fingertips against that sensitive spot inside his ass, curling harder and pumping faster. Goro thrashed violently between them. 

“Auuughhhh! Ashlyn… too much… Gah! Ohhhhh!”

He remained trapped between the taller women, utterly enveloped by their soft curves and supple breasts as they whispered filthy praises between wet kisses. 

“Holy fuck, I can feel him throbbing intensely,” Layla moaned. “I think he’s about to cum.”

“Give it to us, Goro,” Ashlyn teasingly urged, fingering him relentlessly. “Fill one of your slutty girls up. Cum for us. Do it.”

Whatever was left of Goro’s control finally snapped. With a broken, decrepit groan, he buried himself to the hilt inside Layla’s spasming pussy. He only managed a few short, desperate thrusts before finally cumming hard. 

“EEAAYYYAAHHHHHHHHH!” he roared, his body jerking wildly between them as thick ropes of cum flooded deep into Layla’s needy cunt. His hips twitched with every heavy spurt, his balls contracting as he emptied himself inside her. The pleasure from Ashlyn’s fingers only intensified the pleasure crashing over him, making him cum even harder. 

Ashlyn moaned delightfully, hugging him closer while Layla pressed in from the front. Both women kissed his face and neck as he shook through his powerful orgasm. 

Goro slumped between them, still buried deep inside Layla as the last weak spurts of his cum trickled out. He remained sandwiched in a warm embrace, riding out the high of his mind-shattering orgasm. 

Ashlyn slowly slipped her fingers out of his ass and brought them up to her mouth. She looked him in the eyes and sucked them clean, licking and swirling her tongue around them with a soft, wet pop. 

All three of them panted hard, chests heaving, bodies slick with oil and sweat. 

“Fuck… that was good,” Ashlyn breathed, resting her forehead against the back of Goro’s neck. 

Layla nodded weakly, still shuddering from the aftershocks of her climax. “Hmmm… so fucking good.”

Goro let out a tired chuckle, his voice raspy and spent. “Heh… you two are so dirty. My married naughty sluts.” He grinned, clearly pleased. “You two are going to be the death of me.”

Ashlyn smiled against his skin and gave his ass a tight squeeze. “Only for you, Goro.”