My Good Friend's Marriage
Copyright© 2025 by Desert Nights
Chapter 9
Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 9 - 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
1.50pm
I was beginning to feel a little irritated with Don and Ella. There is only so much we can do as friends but this was getting way out of hand. If not for the fact that Celeste was with me, I might have blown my top and asked both of them to wake up their fucking ideas.
2.20pm
We got back to the newlywed’s house again for the umpteenth time that Saturday and I could feel my blood boiling. I don’t know why but it just made me pretty angry with everything.
With the key Don gave us, Celeste unlocked the door and we were immediately hit with a strong scent of alcohol that was present throughout the house. Celeste quickly ran and checked all the rooms before discovering Ella slumped on the floor of the bedroom.
Celeste tried to lift her up but Ella’s body barely moved. I went over and carried Ella towards the bed, but she woke up halfway and started screaming at me like a mad woman. Her legs and hands swung around wildly and I was slapped several times.
Now even the most mild-tempered person has a limit. The entire morning had been nothing but a stressful screaming fiasco for me. Ella grabbed my hair as I struggled to put her down on the bed. She was bawling out loud, crying and talking in some weird language I could not make out and despite Celeste and me trying to stop her, she still tried to reach for the bottle at the side of the bed.
My heart ached as I looked at the 30 year old whiskey Don had kept for the longest time being desecrated in that manner by Ella.
Ella refused help and just kept swinging around wildly the moment we came into contact with her. The final straw came when she actually swung the bottle at Celeste and hit her on her arm.
That was it.
I do not know what came over me but I just said the words I said.
“Go find something to tie her up.”
Like a soldier being issued a command, Celeste dashed out of the room. I tried to take hold of the bottle but I was scratched by Ella on my forearm as she took another big gulp from the bottle. I could not fucking believe what was happening in front of my eyes. All the nice images of Ella I had stored for my masturbating sessions magically disappeared. All the nice poses, positions, her bikini clad body, all gone. Instead they were replaced by a drunk madwoman.
Celeste came back into the room with a few scarves and together we wrestled Ella down, taking the bottle away. She fought and screamed at us, crying and kicking for her life so I had no choice but to straddle her. I literally straddled her and held down her hands, pinning them by the side of her head before pushing them upwards together.
I know what you must be thinking but I can assure you I had no indecent thoughts at that point in time. If you ever have the misfortune of subduing a drunk madwoman, sex is probably the last thing you think of.
Both Celeste and I were perspiring heavily in the hot and humid room. The windows were all closed but the air conditioner was not on. After a fierce struggle, we managed to tie up Ella’s hands and secured them to the headboard, but that was not enough to stop her.
Her legs kicked and swung around, her body trying to flip and turn in a last desperate attempt to free herself. Celeste tried to hold her down but the moment she went close, Ella’s right knee landed a blow to her tummy, causing her entire face to scrunch up before she retreated and ended up squatting on the floor.
I managed to grabbed both of Ella’s legs, but not before her left foot landed a good kick on my lip and I could taste the raw iron taste of blood. Using another scarf, we managed to tie only Ella’s left leg to the post of her bed before we gave up.
It was but a mere 15 minute struggle but we were both drenched with sweat. My limbs were burning and Celeste was in the corner of the room on her knees. I asked if she was ok and she nodded as I helped her up.
I switched on the air conditioner and I helped Celeste into the living room. I poured Celeste some water and went back to check on Ella with a frown on my face. She was just sobbing on the bed with her eyes closed.
3.00pm
I offered to go grab lunch for the girls but Celeste was not confident of handling Ella if she decided to go mad again. In spite of my protests that it was not appropriate to leave me alone in the bedroom with a drunk woman, without a word, Celeste left the house with her wallet and I locked the door.
Suddenly, there was this dreadful feeling in my stomach. I don’t know how to describe it. I really don’t.
Perhaps it was the realisation of being alone in the house with Ella. I was too afraid to even move from my spot in the living room. However, I gathered up enough courage to walk over to the master bedroom. As I took in the sight of the messy bed, my erection started pushing against my pants.
There she was, lying on her side.
I didn’t know if she was asleep as she was facing away from the door. My heart beat faster as my mind wandered and I struggled with myself. I took a step into the bedroom and I picked up the basket of spilled clothes that was all over the floor. The memories of Ella in the office clothes I’d seen her in that past week came flooding into my head as I picked up piece after piece of her clothing.
The long sleeve white blouse that she paired with a waist high red skirt.
The turtle neck that clung tightly to her petite frame.
Her short black dress that looked so good with her heels.
The clothes slowly gave way to her lingerie.
A black strapless bra with lace trimmings.
The strap of her white front clasp bra that was tangled with pale pink La Senza panties.
The soft cool material felt weird in my hands as I picked up more underwear and even a pair of black stockings.
My dick was throbbing hard, begging for its release.
I slowly rose up and took a few unsure step towards Ella.
She was wearing a beige button down top that was pretty translucent under the room’s lighting. Her white bra plainly visible from where I stood. One of her bra straps had dropped all the way down the side of her arm.
The hem of her shirt was scrunched up untidily, exposing her lower back and waist. I could see the waistband of her black panties beneath her grey sleep shorts.
I adjusted my erection as I struggled to breathe. Not knowing what I was doing any longer, I walked around the side of the bed to face Ella and knelt down in front of her face. Her eyes were closed, her lips slightly parted and she looked like she was sleeping.
The posture of her body with her hands tied up above her head caused a natural squeeze of her breasts. The loose badly-positioned bra allowed a generous view of her cleavage, helped by top 2 buttons of her shirt which were not buttoned up.
I shook her gently. I swear my intention was to check if she was feeling better so I could release the ties so she could rest better. There was no response.
I felt a tingling sensation in my dick as a sudden shiver went down my spine. Ella looked so peaceful, her breathing steady and calm. My heart, on the other hand, was beating wildly, like a crazy horse with its reins undone.
I did not know what I was doing as I struggled with my feelings but somehow my hand gained a life of its own. My left hand was trembling. Really trembling as, unthinkingly, I reached for the 3rd button of Ella’s shirt.
I was shivering and I was hardly breathing.
When my fingers came into contact with the cold button, I almost let loose a squirt of pee and I had to squeeze my bladder tight. Before I could deliberate further, I did it.
I just did it.
In one smooth motion, I unbuttoned her 3rd button. As if that was not enough, I lifted her top a little and I had to cover my mouth with my hand as I exhaled, my eyes taking in the sight of Ella’s exposed nipple.
It was wrong. Definitely wrong.
Ella is Don’s wife.
Don is my good friend, but I could not help it.
I really couldn’t.
The entire situation was just so fucking hard to comprehend. Any Tom, Dick or Harry could tell what I did was wrong.
Anyone.
Then again I don’t expect anyone to understand what I was feeling at that point in time. The tired frustration of the entire morning, the multiple trips, all the tempting sights and situations.
I’m a man after all.
My eyes lingered a little too long at Ella’s partly exposed nipple before I stood up.
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