My Good Friend's Marriage
Copyright© 2025 by Desert Nights
Chapter 15
Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 15 - Don and I worked with Ella in the same office in Singapore. I was the best man at Don and Ella's wedding where I was introduced to Ella's best friend, Celeste. Later, Dona and Ella's marriage spiralled out of control because of Don's affair with a Chinese colleague. My efforts to comfort Ella led to more than friendship. How could I reconcile my feelings for Celeste and my lust for Ella?
Caution: This Erotica Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Consensual Fiction Cheating Light Bond Oriental Male Oriental Female Cream Pie Oral Sex Petting
At 8.45pm Don asked Ella is she wanted to leave work together but she declined. After giving me a wave, he left after asking about lunch that afternoon.
“Why did you all eat together today?”
“Oh ... I heard Walter asking Ella out for lunch to thank her for helping him with the work last week. So, I put on a thick skin a bit and asked if I could join when I overheard in the pantry. It was a joke actually ... but they asked me along...
Don immediately gave me a thumbs up and a smirk while nodding to himself before he left. No doubt happy that I foiled the opportunity for Walter and Ella to be alone together.
At 9.15pm I was just waiting for some of my prints to come out of the copier when my phone rang and Ella asked to meet me in her office. I walked over and checked the surroundings before entering. Her eyes were red and it was obvious she had just stopped crying. I went over to her side and asked her what happened.
“Are you ok? What happened? Tell me.”
“Nothing ... nothing happened.”
“Then why are you crying?”
2 seconds later, Ella broke down again and in between sobs, she told me Walter did not even mention anything about the incident. He just pretended everything was the way it had been.
“Isn’t that what we wanted? Good right?”
Ella went on to tell me she apologised for over-reacting and Walter told her not to worry about it. I was about to scratch my head when Ella blurted out something more.
“He never mentioned anything about him sending all my photos to himself.”
I wasted no time and asked Ella the critical question.
“What? Did he try to blackmail you? Make you do things against your will? What else?”
That was where I realised the problem lay. Walter said nothing. Absolutely nothing.
Which in my opinion was worse than if he had said something. It was then I was pretty sure he deliberately left all the traces of him having all of Ella’s phones for her to find. I knelt down in front of Ella and had to force myself to not stare at her legs which was crossed, her heels dangling so close to my face.
“Tell me ... what else? ... besides the photos.”
Ella’s lips pursed together before resting her head on her arms on the table as she sobbed in despair.
My hands trembled as I reached for the phone by her side. I could feel a shiver down my spine as I opened the app and started scrolling. Columns of Ella’s pictures filed past me at breakneck speed as I loaded page after page of the gallery. I could not remember how long I was scrolling but it seemed like I was travelling back in time.
Every scroll showed a younger Ella, but one thing remained the same, her sweet innocent smile. Then without warning, the pictures stopped. And they gave way to videos.
Vacation videos, in some of which I thought the screen looked familiar. Don had showed me some of them before. And I continued scrolling before I finally reached the top. The static screen of that video did not show some resort beaches, no buffet lines, no boarding queues and not even a screen grab of Don and Ella.
I saw this eerie familiarity of the image on the screen as my eyes drifted to the carpeted floor I was kneeling on. I found it hard to breathe as I hit play.
The camera was shaky, and there were giggles in the background. Only the carpet could be seen. Then like a bolt of lightning, Ella’s face came into focus as my knees gave way, my body immediately sitting down on the carpeted floor.
As the video focused, Ella was kneeling on the floor, looking intently at the camera and biting her lips. That look sent so much blood rushing to my dick that it felt a bit painful as my erection rose rapidly. Without any delay, the camera focus shifted to an exposed dick and with Don’s voice in the back ground, I immediately knew what it was. I could not stop looking and Ella just continued sobbing on the table.
Ella’s delicious lips brushed the tip of Don’s penis, her eyes never left the camera as she rimmed the tip slowly in a circular motion, giggling and laughing as she did.
I must have stopped breathing for a good 30 seconds as I watched Ella cup the dick, sucking down on the dickhead so hard that her cheeks sank in before pulling upwards with a suction force so strong there was a resulting ‘pop’. The arousing part was not just the blow job, it was the way Ella looked at the camera. The way her eyes flirted and teased.
The blow job stopped as suddenly as it started and Don’s left hand came into view as he tried to unbutton Ella’s top.
“Don’t want ... argh. Dear ... Don’t want please.”
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