My Good Friend's Marriage
Copyright© 2025 by Desert Nights
Chapter 23
Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 23 - 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
23rd April 2010, Friday, 9.30am.
I managed to speak with Ella a couple of times that week and I suddenly realised I’m starting to see her in a different light. My eyes could not help but linger a second longer when she came over to check with me on some of the invoices I submitted. Her eyes are big, and the 30 minutes she spent on makeup each morning according to Don was beginning to have an effect on me. As she ran her fingers down the columns of numbers, I could only image her tongue running down my dick as I struggled to concentrate.
“So the quantity is correct? If it’s ok I’m going to issue it already. Hey!!!”
I nodded my head and just stared at Ella. She gave me a puzzled look before slapping me on my arm with the folder she was holding and turning away from me. The jeans she was wearing that Friday hugged her backside so tightly that her phone had difficulty squeezing into the back pocket. My eyes traced the outline of her legs as they gave way to a pair of red heels.
Don sure is a lucky man.
Ella left work on time that day while I noticed Walter staying back late with another colleague of ours, Cindy. Cindy is a married mother of a 2 year old but she still looks like she’s in her mid-twenties even though she turned 32 a couple of weeks back. The word in the office was that Cindy will be taking over from Ella after her transfer to Woodlands.
The announcement was made only 2 days ago about the staff movements. It would have taken a longer time for the move if not for the fact that our big boss Mr Toh suddenly realised Don was not around. He questioned Spencer about who had authorised the move from what I heard but there were no conclusive answers from the rumour mongers at the pantry. All we knew was that Mr Toh had a chat with Ella personally before authorising the move.
Ella will be moving in a months’ time. I never liked Cindy as she’s a known back stabber at work. Her loud style of dressing was also offputting for me personally but I cannot deny she’s still pretty good looking. There were rumours of Cindy sleeping around to boost her sales but up till this day, no one knew which client she was sleeping with, and her sales results were less than stellar.
At 8.20pm I was busy arranging my weekend date with Celeste when I saw Walter coming out of his office. To be honest, I would not have paid much attention to him if not for the fact that he accidentally bumped into a shelf as he hurried out into the corridor. I glanced around the office and there was only me and another colleague left.
Switching my phone to silent, I got up and went after Walter. By the time I got to the corridor, he was already gone. Both lifts were on the top floor so I made my way to the toilet. I casually pushed opened the door and went in but it was empty. Heading over to the window ledge, I leaned out and saw that Walter’s car was still parked below. Feeling puzzled, I went back to office.
At 9.15pm I left work and had an early night as I was to meet Celeste for breakfast the next morning.
24th April 2010, Saturday, 8.00am
I reached Punggol MRT and as I rode my way up the escalator, I could not believe how empty and quiet that place was. Just as I was enjoying my quiet ride up to the ground level, a flood of people came down the opposite direction, heading down to the platform. A lone figure appeared at the top of the station where the LRT platform is. My mouth immediately broke into a smile as I looked at Celeste descending from above once again.
She wore a pink colour Carlsberg t-shirt. Something you can get for 199 baht in Thailand. The material was pretty thin and I could see the black bra she had on underneath. She had on a white pair of denim shorts, with the ends frayed. Her hair was a little messy and she had a pimple in the middle of her nose. As she got nearer, I noticed a 2nd pimple at the bottom on her left cheek too.
“What’s that? You ... puberty coming eh?” as I pointed to her face.
Celeste fell into step beside me before giving me a mock dramatic punch to my eye coupled with her own sound effect.
“Rubbish”
She chose not to reply to me but instead started walking down the escalator.
“Where shall we eat?”
Celeste suggested we head to one of the coffee shops at Lorong Ah Soo for breakfast and I just went along. We took a train to Kovan before changing to a bus. Throughout the journey, Celeste would try to punch me whenever she spotted me looking at her pimples.
I could not help it. Perhaps it was just me. Sometimes I find these little blemishes arousing in a weird erotic way. Her sweet smile, the bright eyes that seemed to just stare right through you, the sunshine personality, somehow the 2 pimples seemed to fit nicely into the whole package which made up Celeste.
“Stop staring! Arghh...”
“They’re right in my face ... where do you want me to look instead?”
I felt Celeste’s hand grab my chin and tilt it sideways and I laughed as we continued the conversation for 2 more bus stops with her making sure I was facing the other direction. We alighted and made our way to the food centre on foot.
I could hear the bustle of the market on a weekend, scattered streams of older women coming out of the market with plastic bags in hand. The smell of coffee, the hitting of the frying pan, the loud shouts of orders that is breakfast Singapore style.
We ordered coffee and shared an order of carrot cake. Half way through the meal, Celeste bought peanut pancake. She took 2 bites before passing them to me and went on to get a plate of nasi lemak. That too, she took a few spoonfuls before pushing it over.
“Hello ... stop ordering so much and not eating it.”
She ignored my comment and just picked randomly at the different food on the table.
“All these famous dishes I need to try. You can finish it. Don’t waste any.”. We spent the next 30 minutes laughing, pushing food into each other’s mouths before Celeste stepped away to buy a 2nd helping of coffee. I was finishing up the rest of the peanut pancake when I almost choked on the peanut as I caught a glimpse of a side view of a familiar figure walking by a few metres away. I almost had to rub my eyes but at that moment he turned to point at a stall, so there was no mistaking it was him.
Don.
The thing was that he was not alone. Right by his side was this lady, one fucking look I can tell she’s from China. The make up on her face was piled on so thick I would have thought she had just knocked off as a hostess from a Karaoke. Her breast was big, easily twice the size of Ella’s, her lipstick blood red, her LV bag swung wildly as she tried to balance herself on her heels in the middle of the fucking food centre.
Groups of retired men with that look as if they had just withdrawn their pensions stared and smiled at the girl, nudging each other as their eyes wandered. I saw the noodle seller whistle before his neighbour the mixed vegetable rice seller laughed and said something I could not catch. An elderly coffee maker was shooed away further into the stalls by his wife as Don and the woman cut their way through the crowd.
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