Chapter 1: Introduction
Layla entered the spa dressed in a new black bodysuit that she had just bought and a pair of green short shorts that showed off her ass. As she waited in the lobby Kylie called her. . The call put a smile on her face.
“Hey, Kylie,” she said into the phone as she walked over to a nearby chair. She sat down and stretched her legs out, admiring her new pedicure.
“Layla, hey! I’m so sorry to do this, but work just came up and I can’t get out of it. I have to miss our spa day,” Kylie said, her voice filled with regret.
Layla waved a hand dismissively, even though Kylie couldn’t see her. “Don’t worry about it, girl. I know how it is.
Work calls and you've got to answer. So, what's the plan? Are we rescheduling for next week?" Layla asked, already knowing the answer.
Kylie sighed on the other end of the line. "I'm so sorry, Layla. I feel terrible about this. But, you know how it is—someone called in sick, and I'm the only one who can cover their shift."
Layla chuckled. "It's fine, really. These things happen. So, what about your spot at the spa? Do you want me to cancel it?"
There was a pause before Kylie spoke again. I asked Vick if he wanted to go instead of me and he said yes. Is that fine with you” Kylie asked. Layla raised an eyebrow, even though Kylie couldn’t see her. “Vick? At the spa? Isn’t that a bit unusual?” she asked, a playful smirk tugging at the corner of her mouth.
Kylie laughed. “Oh, God, don’t even get me started. He’s been complaining about not being able to come to the spa with me for years. He thinks it’s some sort of ‘chick thing’ and that he’s missing out on all the fun.”
Layla chuckled. “Well, he’s not wrong. We do have a lot of fun here.
And who knows, he might actually enjoy himself. So, what should I tell him when he arrives?” Layla asked, leaning back in the chair and crossing her legs. “Just tell him to have a good time and not to cause any trouble. And maybe give him a hard time about finally getting to experience the spa. You know how he loves a good ribbing.”
“I’ll do that,” Layla promised. “And I’ll text you later with all the dirty details. You know, to make you jealous.”
Kylie groaned. “You’re the worst, Layla. But I love you. Just then Vick came inside and Layla smiled and told Kylie. that she would call her later and hung up. Vick was incredible fit, standing at 6'4" with a muscular build that would make any woman swoon. His dark hair was styled in a messy quiff, and his stubble was perfectly maintained. He spotted Layla and flashed her a grin that could light up a room.
"Layla, you're a sight for sore eyes," he said, his voice a deep rumble that sent a shiver down her spine. "Kylie said you'd be here. Thanks for letting me crash your girl's day."
Layla stood up and extended a hand to shake his.
"Vick, it's always a pleasure to see you. And please, don't call it crashing. This place is big enough for the both of us. Besides, I can use the company."
Vick chuckled and took her hand, giving it a firm shake. "I appreciate that, Layla. I've been looking forward to this all week. Kylie's always talking about how great this place is. I figured it was time I see it for myself."
Layla gave him a playful smirk. "Well, I hope you're ready to be pampered, Vick.” At the desk Layla checked in and the attendant said that she was signed up for a single room with two massage beds and then a mub bath. Layla asked if they could have separate rooms because Vick was her friends husband. The attendant made an apologia face and said they had no other rooms left that day. That meant she’d be sharing a room with Vick and this massage did fully nude full body massages. Layla took a moment to consider this, her cheeks flushing slightly at the thought. But she couldn't let it show. She just gave the attendant a winning smile and said, “That’s fine, we’ll make do.”
Vick, on the other hand, seemed perfectly at ease with the situation. He just grinned and winked at Layla, “Looks like we’re going to be spending a lot of quality time together.”
Layla just rolled her eyes at him, “Oh, please.
Don’t tell me you’re going to be one of those guys who makes everything sexual.”
Vick laughed, a deep sound that seemed to vibrate through her. “Guilty as charged, Layla. But you can’t blame a guy for trying, right?”
She shook her head, a small smile playing on her lips. “Just promise me you won’t be an idiot about it. This is a spa, not a strip club.”
Vick held up his hands in surrender. “Scout’s honor. I’ll be on my best behavior.”
They were brought to the room and told to strip naked and put on their robes. “Your husband is fine with this” Vick asked her. “I mean, it’s not every day a man gets to see his wife’s best friend naked, right?”
Layla laughed, “Trust me, Vick, Kylie is well aware of what you’re like. Besides, she knows I can handle myself. Now, let’s get changed and get this show on the road.”
Layla turned away from Vick and undid her shorts leaving her in just her black bodysuit tucked away into her cheeks. She unbuttoned the bottom and it came apart showing off her pussy clearly. Then she pulled the top part of the bodysuit down, revealing her full, heavy breasts. She stepped out of the suit and slipped into the robe, tying it tightly around her waist. She glanced at Vick, who was staring at her with unabashed interest. She smirked and said, "Like what you see?"
Vick's cheeks flushed slightly, but he held her gaze. "I think that was the hottest outfit I’ve ever seen a woman change out of” he said laughing. Layla just laughed and shook her head. “You’re something else, Vick. I should have never agreed to this.”
“Oh, come on, Layla. You can’t deny that I have a certain charm. And besides, you know I’m harmless. It’s all just talk.” He winked at her, and she couldn't help but laugh again.
Vick stripped down and revealed his perfect chiseled body with amazing abs. She gasped slightly to herself. He then dropped his briefs revealing the largest cock she’d ever seen hanging between his legs casually. She gasped again this time out loud.
“What? You’ve never seen a cock before?” he asked teasingly, slipping into the robe and tying it around his waist.
Layla quickly recovered, her cheeks still flushed. “I’ve seen cocks before, Vick. I’m just not used to seeing one as… impressive as yours.”
Vick laughed, a deep, throaty sound. “Well, thank you, Layla. I try my best. Two women came in and began attending to them. As they were massaged the two women were giggling about how huge Vicks dick was. They said she is a very lucky woman. Layla, lying on the massage table, her face buried in the hole designed for that purpose, could feel her cheeks burn. She tried to ignore the comments, but they were hard to miss. Vick, lying on the table beside hers, let out a low chuckle. "Looks like I'm making quite the impression."
Layla turned her head slightly to glare at him. "You're enjoying this, aren't you?" she whispered, her voice low.
Vick grinned, unrepentant. "Hey, I'm just a guy.
I can't help it if my equipment is a topic of discussion," Vick whispered back, his voice laced with amusement.
Layla rolled her eyes, but she couldn't help the smile that tugged at the corners of her mouth. "Just shut up and enjoy the massage, Vick. We both know you love the attention."
The massage therapist working on Layla snickered softly at their exchange, and Layla felt a blush creep up her neck. She closed her eyes, trying to focus on the soothing warmth of the oil being poured onto her skin.
After the massage they welcomed the two to go enter the mud bath. Vick stood up now semi hard and came over to her side and helped her up. Together they walked to the mud bath and he helped her in before following. His cock was flopping around slapping his thighs. Layla tried not to stare but she couldnt take her eyes off of it. It was the biggest cock she had ever seen. Layla sank into the mud bath, the warm, silky mud enveloping her body. She let out a soft sigh of contentment, the warm mud relaxing her tense muscles. Vick sank into the mud bath beside her, a low groan escaping his lips. "Damn, this feels good," he said, his eyes closed in sheer bliss. She kept her tits out of the mud and he had a clear sight of them as they sat next to each other. She felt his gaze on her and she just stared into his eyes and let out a smile.
“You’re staring,” Layla said, her voice casual.
Vick shrugged, a small smirk playing on his lips. “Can’t help it. You’re a beautiful woman, Layla. It’s hard not to look.”
Layla felt a warmth spread through her at the compliment. She brushed it off with a joke, “You’re just saying that because you want to sleep with me.”
Vick chuckled, “Hey I’m loyal to Kylie. I can still compliment you though” he said. Layla laughed, “Well, thank you. It’s always nice to hear.”
They sat in comfortable silence for a moment, the warm mud bath soothing their muscles. After a while, Vick looked at Layla with a mischievous glint in his eye. “You know, I’ve never been in a mud bath with a beautiful naked woman before. It’s quite the experience. It’ll be awkward when they ask us to get out because I’m hard as a rock right now” he said laughing. Layla smirked, "Well, maybe you should think about something less... arousing."
Vick chuckled, "Easier said than done when I'm sitting in a mud bath with a gorgeous woman who has the most amazing tits I've ever seen."
Layla felt a jolt of surprise at his boldness, but she couldn't deny the rush of pleasure his words brought. She laughed, trying to play it off. "You're shameless, Vick."
He winked at her, "I'm just being honest.” What do you think about this” he said motioning to his package under the mud. She blushed before saying “I mean it looks like a nice cock Vick.” “Kylie loves it. Some night she lasts only a few seconds though” he said. “Well, I can see why. It’s quite the sight,” Layla admitted, her voice barely above a whisper, her cheeks still flushed.
Vick smirked, clearly pleased with the compliment. "You should see it in action."
Layla rolled her eyes, trying to maintain her playful demeanor, even as her heart pounded in her chest. "What position does Kylie like most” she asked curiously.
It was a question she knew she probably shouldn’t have asked. Kylie had told her about Vick's preferences in bed plenty of times, but Layla had never asked for details.
Vick's smirk widened, and he leaned back in the mud bath, his eyes never leaving Layla's. "She loves it when I take her from behind, but she also enjoys riding me. She says it gives her the most control," he said, his voice low and sultry.
Layla felt a sudden warmth between her legs at the image Vick's words conjured. She quickly shook her head, trying to dispel the thoughts. "That's...
interesting," Layla managed to say, her voice barely above a whisper. She could feel the heat in her cheeks spreading down her neck as she imagined Kylie riding Vick, her body moving with a rhythm that only came from years of intimacy. She quickly shook her head, trying to clear the inappropriate thoughts. "I, uh, I shouldn't be asking about that. It's none of my business."
Vick chuckled, his eyes still locked onto hers. "Hey, it's no big deal. We're just talking, right? I bet you would love my favorite move” he teased. “And what’s that?” Layla asked, trying to keep her voice steady despite the heat in her cheeks.
Vick leaned in closer, his voice dropping to a low murmur, “I love a good wheelbarrow fuck. I can picture your tits just bouncing like crazy as I pound into you. Layla's mouth opened slightly, her breath hitching as she imagined the scene Vick was describing. She quickly shut her mouth, her cheeks burning with a mix of embarrassment and arousal. "Vick, you can't talk like that," she whispered, her voice barely audible.
Vick just grinned, completely unrepentant. "Why not? We're just having a friendly chat, right? Besides, you're making me hard as a rock here, Layla. I can't help but think about it."
Layla rolled her eyes, trying to maintain her composure. "You're ridiculous, Vick.” Eventually the workers came back and lead them to the showers. It was just one big shower that they needed to share. Layla quickly ducked under the water to rinse off the mud, her heart pounding in her chest from their conversation in the mud bath. She just needed to cool down both literally and figuratively. Vick stood in front of her his cock lightly bouncing against her stomach as they shared the water. She looked down at it and gave a loud slow moan forgetting he could hear her. Vick looked down at her and laughed “Like what you see?” He winked at her with a playful look on his face. She quickly moved away and looked up at him with a serious face.
“We can’t do this Vick. I’m married and so are you. This is wrong.” She looked away from him trying to avoid his gaze.
“You got me so fucking hard Layla. My dick is craving you so bad baby” he whispered into her ear. She turned around to face him, her eyes serious. "She glanced down at his cock sliding against her stomach and giggled. It’s so fucking big” she panted. “I don’t know if I can take it all.”
Vick smirked, “You are such a tease.” He reached out and cupped her breast, his thumb brushing over her hard nipple.
“Vick, please,” Layla whispered, her voice hoarse with desire. “We can’t. This is wrong.”
Vick’s hand moved to her hip, his fingers digging into her flesh. “I know,” he growled, his eyes dark with lust. “But I can’t help it. You’re so fucking sexy, Layla.