My Good Friend's Marriage
Copyright© 2025 by Desert Nights
Chapter 8
Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 8 - 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
9.40am
I took the seat beside Celeste when she suddenly made a comment.
“Is this what married life is like? ... A quiet breakfast ... watching TV together ... haha...”
I gestured to the entire house.
“Ermm ... I think you forgot about the housework, the laundry, the bills and of course the sex.”
Celeste laughed and gave me a jab with her elbow.
Then Celeste made a comment which made my knees go weak.
“Well, laundry ... I’m good at that, ... bills, I pay quite a bit too..., housework, I’m always helping at home.”
That was it. It stopped there. I felt she needed to complete her sentence. Something was definitely lacking.
“And ... sex?”
“I can’t comment on something I haven’t tried...”
She looked away immediately and stared to surf the channels on TV. As I digested what Celeste had just said, I almost came in my pants. I turned and was about to engage her in the conversation but she just brought up her hand in my face, exposing her delicious armpits again.
“Yes ... I know ... we’re not having that conversation ... haha.”
“You misunderstood my intentions Celeste.”
I paused and adjusted my body, turning to face her and she gave me a wary look.
“What?”
“You ... mentioned you ... are good at laundry?”
She burst out laughing as I pestered her to give me a rate for weekend laundry service.
“Includes ironing please, that one is tedious.”
It may sound too good to be true but Celeste and Ella are about 3 years younger than Don and I, which puts them in the range of 26 or so. Might be a rare gem in today’s time and age but if you know where to look, I’m sure there are plenty of untouched ladies out in the street.
I had a friend who still managed to keep her cherry after 3 relationships, she was determined to save it for her big day. The irony was that none of her relationships lasted even though she’s pretty good looking. I found out the furthest she went was to give a blowjob.
Another common friend made a remark that sounded quite reasonable. His theory was that even when you buy a car, you need to test drive, not to mention marrying a woman.
My reply to him sounded equally reasonable too.
“But, unless it’s a second hand car ... you buy brand new ... You are also not testing the exact same one ... not true?
10am
Time flew by as we chatted and watched TV. Every once in a while I would wander over to the door, trying to peer out into the corridor and lift lobby. I could have easily called a locksmith but as it’s Don and Ella’s new love nest, the last thing I wanted would be to have someone come cutting their locks.
A check with Celeste revealed that she did not have any plans that afternoon so there was no urgent need to get out of the house.
She asked me, “How about you? You going somewhere?” “Yeah I need to go back and do my laundry.”
She chuckled and asked if I managed to fix the button on my Bermudas.
“Of course. I’m quite the all rounder.” “Of course. I’m quite the all rounder.”
10.15am
Don appeared and he was surprised to see Celeste and I watching TV in the living room.
“What happened? Why are you both still here?”
Celeste replied that both Don and Ella had locked us in. In fact, she called them idiots. Then she asked where Ella was, but Don had no idea, saying that she would probably be back after she finished sulking. Don had barely finished the sentence when Ella appeared at the door.
Everyone could feel it was going to happen again. Ella stormed into the house and went straight for Don, grabbing his t-shirt. Don shouted at Ella as they tussled and pushed each other in the living room. The scuffle started again and Celeste staggered a few steps backwards again, her bad foot causing her to wobble right into my arms. I decided enough was enough and set Celeste down on the sofa before trying to separate Don and Ella.
“Enough. What the fuck ... You think you are still young kids or what?”
Although Ella is 3 years younger than Don and I, she is easily the more mature one among us. Don, on the other hand, has a tendency to behave like a small kid at times. It was impossible to separate them without getting a little rough and I definitely had no intention of hitting either of them. Suddenly the image of Walter floated into my mind, the guy responsible for that confrontation.
As if things were not bad enough, Ella’s phone rang, and the moment she realised it was her boss, Walter, she immediately shushed everyone. Initially no one knew who it was and we all shut up. Then the moment Don heard Ella say, ‘Yes boss?’, Don lost it and started shouting at Ella. The din made it impossible for Ella to continue the phone call and she left the house again to continue talking to Walter.
Don shouted after Ella before she disappeared down the corridor.
“Go! Go! ... Go and do whatever fuck you want.!” and he stormed off to the bedroom. He slammed the bed room door so hard that it caused Celeste to jump.
I was really at a loss what to do when Ella came back and asked that we leave. Both Celeste and me.
“We need to be alone to sort this out.” I had never seen Ella so mad before. She apologised for Celeste’s foot, but sent us to the door and shut it behind us.
10.40am
Celeste refused to go to a doctor to get her foot treated, adding that it should get better in a while. Her main reason was that she didn’t feel comfortable leaving them like that, but she didn’t know what to do. I suggested we go grab some proper breakfast, then maybe buy something to take back for Don and Ella.
“We can take the opportunity to check on them too on the pretext of getting them lunch.”
Celeste’s eyes lit up at my suggestion and gave me a thumbs up.
11.30am
After a gourmet meal at MacDonald’s at downtown east 2 bus stops away, Celeste and I were enjoying our 2nd cup of coffee that morning. Her foot felt a lot better and she was able to walk pretty much normally but it still hurt if she put too much pressure on it. Celeste bought burgers for Don and Ella before we boarded a bus back to their house.
12 noon.
No one responded to our knocks and the ringing of the doorbell. We tried calling both of them too, even texting them that we bought lunch. I even took a picture of the food and sent it to their phones but they didn’t open the door. Then Celeste had a stupid idea of trying to climb up to the window and take a look.
I looked at the old style Housing Development Board window that was slightly elevated from the common corridor. The room by the corridor was not air conditioned and Don had kept the original aluminium windows after cleaning them up. There were no stools or shoe racks of any kind that could give us a boost but Celeste actually pulled my shirt by the sleeve and positioned me by the wall below.
“Eh ... you do the army kind of thing ... boost me up.”
“What? ... What army kind of thing?”
“You know. The bent down a bit, then put your hand on your lap so your buddy can climb those kind of...”
I wanted to tell her that we did not have that kind of luxury when we are clearing the low wall during our military service. It’s either you make it or you don’t.
I shook my head, leaned against the concrete wall and bent my knees low. I gestured for Celeste to step on my thigh. She set down her bag and the food and without warning, placed one of her feet on my thigh and up she went. I never expected her to use both legs and before I could protest, she was clambering up on my thigh, her hands pushing down on my head and shoulders trying to get a look into the flat.
It was at this moment I had the hardest and most painful erection in my life. As Celeste kept her body close to the window, her tummy was literally plastered against my face. I took in a deep breath of her tummy, of the top of her pants, the heavenly smell of fabric softener combined with Celeste’s scent sent columns of blood rushing to my manhood.
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