My Good Friend's Marriage
Copyright© 2025 by Desert Nights
Chapter 25
Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 25 - 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
There was an immediate smile on my face as I grabbed Celeste’s hand and pulled her towards the mall across the road. Celeste asked where we were going but I didn’t answer. We entered the small mall and I scanned the directory, hoping to find what I wanted. Instead I went to a florist at the attached wet market, and asked the florist for rose petals. Celeste heard and immediately slapped my arm several times while I paid for $5 worth of loose petals of various colours.
“Ehhhh ... Don’t be crazy James ... haha.”
I ignored her and went to the supermarket and got a bottle of wine.
“James! ... stop it ... haha.”
I ignored her as I paid for my purchase.
“Don’t be silly James.”
I turned and looked at Celeste.
“I lost my virginity in an old car, parked by the rubbish chute in a new estate surrounded by construction debris. I want your first time to be more memorable than that.”
She giggled even harder as I dragged her towards the taxi stand.
“Where are we going? Haha.”
“My place. You can help to decorate it in the meantime.”
That set off another 2 minutes of giggles and countless mock punches to my face and no less than 5 slaps but I was not bothered. We got to my place and entered my room immediately.
“Oh my god, why are you so messy?”
I tried to tidy up the room and smooth out the bed sheets but Celeste just laughed and pulled me to her and we kissed again. Barely 5 seconds later we separated and I tried to tidy up my bed again, brushing away at the surface but Celeste wriggled herself back to my front and we kissed again with her laughing and her body shaking as she did. We broke free again and I tried to arrange the rose petals but Celeste was pulling and tugging at my shirt, asking me not to be so dramatic but I ignored her.
“Don’t be such a drama mama James ... Haha.”
I stepped back and admired my work after another 5 minutes of touching up. Aside from a week’s worth of laundry piled up in the corner, it looked pretty decent. I lit some candles by the bedside table. Gave the room a generous spray of air freshener, drew the blinds and turned off all lights except for the orange glow of the table lamp. Shadows of objects I’m not even sure of were cast onto the walls as I played some soft music, soaking the entire room in the right ambience. I went over to Celeste and hugged her from behind, clasping my hands together at her waist as she leaned back on me. We were quiet for a few seconds before I asked.
“What do you think? Not too bad eh.”
She nodded in agreement before turning around slowly in my embrace, her hands reaching behind my neck and we kissed again. She withdrew from the kiss before adding softly with a smile and a naughty twinkle in her eye.
“James, I never said I agreed to sleep with you ... haha ... I just said I could come over to your place for a while after dinner.”
Her hands didn’t leave my neck and mine didn’t leave her waist. I smiled and with an equally cheeky smile and replied in an even softer voice.
“Do I look like I’m waiting for your agreement?”
I felt Celeste jab me in the side of my stomach and she tried to tickle me but I stood straight, with no reaction. I retaliated with what she did to me and immediately she shrieked and tried to push herself away from me.
“Arghh ... haha ... ha ... stop ... Aren’t you afraid of being tickled?”
I tried to go towards Celeste but she shrieked again, laughing and with both her hands desperately waving in front of her.
“Are you afraid of being tickled?”
She nodded her head and motioned for me to stop.
“Stop ... stop ... ok ... don’t play please ... I go crazy when I’m tickled.”