My Good Friend's Marriage
Copyright© 2025 by Desert Nights
Chapter 24
Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 24 - 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
Celeste and I made our way back to her place. Throughout the short journey, our conversation was focused on Ella and Don. How could a newlywed couple face so many problems at such an early stage. Financial issues yes, but it wasn’t that bad to the point that they couldn’t afford to put food on the table. They were paying interest and late fees but life goes on, and as they had shared, everything would be over in a few months. I could not get my mind off the woman Don was with. She’s exactly the kind he would point out at a KTV joint.
Someone whiny enough, lady like, thick makeup, fake eyelashes and of course boobs. Celeste made me promise to call Don that day and I agreed. Our hands were literally plastered against each other as we strolled back to Celeste’s place. The only time we let go of each other was when we needed to retrieve our fare card to exit the station. Almost immediately, our fingers would interlock again and we would stick close to each other, as if afraid the wind might carry one of us away.
I dragged Celeste into the lift eagerly and she laughed and quickly hit the door close button. The moment the lift door closed we kissed again, smiling in a silly drunk manner as we tasted each other’s lips again. I don’t know how to describe it, it was this honey sweet feeling you got, trickling down your chest onto your stomach as we wet each other’s lips. Our eyes met and we just stared like 2 dazed drunkards. When the lift opened, we separated our bodies and I watched as Celeste put a finger to her lips and stepped out quietly. She went over to check her flat before giving me a frown and mouthed that her mum was at home.
I nodded and I watched her backtrack her steps before our fingers interlocked again. We called for the lift, neither of us knew what was going through our head. One thing for sure though, when the lift door opened, the smile left her face and her hands let go of mine as she quickly put them behind her back with a sheepish smile.
Standing in front of me was a man with a rather large suitcase. He had a suit jacket hanging off the pull handle too. I would put him to be in his early 50s with his head of grey hair but his eyes were sharp, his voice low and commanding. He was balancing a few bags in his left hand and Celeste offered to help.
“Hi Daddy.”
I immediately caught the cue and greeted Celeste’s dad. She introduced us before hugging her father. He gave me a questioning look before looking back at Celeste and asking where we were going. Just then Celeste’s mum came out of the house to help with the bags, because he must have told her he was on his way up. Mary saw me and gave me a surprised look too.
That was when Celeste’s dad asked that I go in for a drink. Celeste let her parents walk in front of her before turning and giving me a ‘slit to the throat’ action and giving me a wink. I took a deep breath and entered. Mary made a pot of tea and the family gathered around the table. Celeste filled everyone’s glasses before filling her own, and that was when the questions began. Thankfully it was nothing I could not handle. We chatted for 15 minutes before Mary told Harry to leave us to go enjoy ourselves.
Before we could leave the place, Celeste’s phone rang and she excused herself to take the call. It was Ella, but lucky for me, it was only a short 5 minute chat. Much of it about why Celeste called her earlier. Celeste and I just strolled around the neighbourhood, walking around aimlessly, talking about anything and everything under the sun.
Somehow we were just interested in everything each other was saying. I remembered the feeling almost as if we’d been drugged, that dreamy sensation, that sweetness I cannot describe. The same feeling you get when you start a new relationship. Our topics covered a wide range of topics, finance, pets, politics, littering, playground designs, retirement and of course sex.
What stumped me though was not the fact that Celeste brought up the topic first. It was more the way the question was put to me. Out of the blue, like a stroke of lightning in a clear blue sky.
“Sooooo ... What was your first time like?”