My Good Friend's Marriage
Copyright© 2025 by Desert Nights
Chapter 4
Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 4 - 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
Ella sounded unsure on the phone, but she reluctantly agreed. I went outside and looked around. Luckily, there was a cab waiting by the taxi stand that morning and I hopped in.
“Hi. Don’t start the meter. I’ll pay you $20, you just make a turn and wait at the back there. 5 minutes will do.”
The driver did not even acknowledge me, but he did as I asked him. I scanned the lobby and moments later saw Ella walking towards the exit. I told the driver to wait as I got out and approached Ella.
She wasn’t wearing her pyjamas. Instead, she was wearing a pair of denim shorts and had pulled on a brown colour singlet, but I could not see her nipples poking through though. I was disappointed, really disappointed not being able to see her nipples.
Still the thought of her being without clean underwear was giving me a mental orgasm. I didn’t think she would want to wear the old panties she had worn all day under her gown after showering. She had a frown on her face and was about to chide me as I stretched out my hand.
Then something unbelievable happened. I really have no fucking idea how it could have occurred but it fucking did. As Ella passed me my wallet and stuff, something fell from under her singlet.
Thwack! There was a sound like a wet slap.
We both looked down in horror as we realised what happened. One side of Ella’s silicon nu bra had just fallen off. It was an unbelievable moment and both of us tried to reach for it at the same time but not before the second one dropped as well. But somehow Ella managed to hold on to it before it left the protection of her singlet.
Her eyes were so wide open that I could see the bloodshot vessels. I did not know what to do and I immediately picked up the one on the floor.
Ella gasped. “Oohhh!!”
I stammered, “wait ... wait ... I’ll pay the cab first.”
I really did not know what I was doing but I ran towards the cab, threw $20 at the driver and I ran back towards Ella. The moment I was near her, she grabbed me by the collar of my shirt and pulled me close.
“It’s all your fault James. Walk in front of me.”
I could only mumble my agreement. We walked in single file towards the lobby lift and headed up to the room without a word. The cold silicon of the nu bra felt weird in my hand. At that very point in time when Ella was glaring at me, I really needed to use the toilet. The lift ride was a mere 30 second affair but it took longer than expected to pass with Ella glaring at me.
“It’s all you fault. Ohhhhh grrrrr.” Ella vented her anger at me.
“I err ... I need to use the toilet quite urgently.”
Aside from a sheepish smile, I could not think of anything else to say. I did not dare to look at Ella in her eyes, instead I chose to look behind her, mentally willing for the lift ride to end so I could go to the bathroom. The interior of the lift was fitted with tinted mirror finished panels. Even though I was avoiding Ella’s glare, all I could see was the endless reflection of us inside the small cramped space.
My nose suddenly caught a whiff of the shampoo fragrance that was coming from Ella’s wet hair. I could see clumps of hair still wet and matted together, the ends of it still dripping droplets of fresh water from the shower. I also noticed several wet patches at the back of Ella’s top from the reflection in the lift. And finally, I could see the protruding nipples at the front of her damp top and my erection started wreaking havoc on my bursting bladder.
The thought of her rushing down without drying herself properly to pass me my wallet made me feel a little guilty about what I had done, but the urgency of needing to pee dispelled my guilt almost instantly. When the lift bell chimed, Ella walked out in a huff and quickly ran towards the room, opening the door wide.
I caught up in no time and went straight to the bathroom. Before I could close the door, Ella screamed at me to pass her my half of her nu bra, the lump of silicon I had in my hand. Then I saw her take the key card from the table and start to leave, no doubt headed for the suite to retrieve her missing bags of clothes.
My bladder was really bursting, and even till this day I wonder what was happening that morning. I barely had seconds to spare as I unzipped and lowered my pants and underwear just in time to see a stream of pee coming out straight into the toilet bowl. That instant relief of tightness, coupled with the image of Ella’s erected nipples in the lift gave me this weird sensation as I relieved myself. There was this sourish warm feeling as the endless stream of pee exited my bladder.