My Good Friend's Marriage

Chapter 1

 

Don became a close colleague of mine when we joined the same company in Singapore within 3 days of each other. Over the years, we got closer and eventually when his big day arrived, he asked me to be his best man for the wedding. Perhaps it was also because I know the bride too as she worked in the same company but in a different department.  I found out eventually that he was just trying to hook me up with someone because he didn’t like seeing me remain single for such a long time.

 

Ella, his bride, works in the finance department and Don was smitten by her the moment he laid eyes on her many years ago. She is one of the prettier women in the office I must admit. Her petite frame and gentle demeanour just make guys want to protect her. Ella’s sweet voice is another one of her plus points; there is definitely something in the tone which I can’t explain. It’s not one of those whiny trying to act cute kind of voices, which I find disgusting, but Ella’s vocal cords just seem to churn out TV grade voice overs right in front of you.

 

At 1.6m, Ella looked good in heels, the ideal sweet young thing package everyone dreams of. Her breasts looked supple and full, I mean with her clothes on, and her legs are hairless and toned. She used to be a little chubbier when we joined the company, but after shedding 7kg, she’s got meat in all the right places. I chanced upon a few photos of Ella in her bikini during one of her holidays with Don when I tried to send some site pictures from his phone to mine some time back. I just could not stop staring at Ella’s body. It’s so normal to find those overly edited selfies on social media these days that I don’t remember seeing a selfie of someone being so natural.

 

Ella’s hair was puffy and messy, the sleep still evident in her eyes but her smile was anything but sleepy.  There was no sweet victory sign pose, no duck bill mouth, none of those top down make-you-look skinny selfie shots, it was just a few candid shots of Ella trying to fold a towel and push open the sliding door to the resort’s private pool.

 

The fullness of her breast, that cute little firm tummy and her girl next door smile just sent blood naturally to my manhood. Ok, I admit I kind of fancied her too, but Don had laid claims to her first, so I naturally backed off. I thought she was cute back then but since Don actually came to me and asked me if he should go for her, I encouraged him to go for it.

 

After all, he’s my brother in a way.

 

The 3 off us hang out occasionally, movies, dinner, a few drinks, usually after office hours but I always made it a point to leave them be once I decided I had overstayed my welcome.

 

Couples need time alone.

 

Although there were times I would fantasise and make Ella my masturbation target, there are enough girls in the office to keep me occupied and I pretty much left her out of my list of targets. Yes, a mid-size office with a good ratio of female colleagues can be a good place to work and have fun. I lost track of how many heels I sniffed, how many cups I came into and how many sweaters or cardigans I rubbed over my groin. I lost track of the different kinds of moisturiser I tried on my dick, the number of lip glosses I applied on my foreskin, and the times I dug through a colleague’s gym bag.

 

I swear I even put on a kilo or two when 4 of my colleagues were pumping breast milk 3 times a day. I would discreetly pour a little into my coffee after I made sure I was alone.

 

Sipping my coffee while staring at my pretty colleague who had put on a good cup size at 4pm is the best coffee break one can ask for. The erection I had was nothing compared to the mind fuck I got as I sipped my coffee.

 

Work is fun, I have great colleagues and decent pay, and lots of opportunities to secretly indulge in whatever kink my twisted mind could think of. What more could I ask for?

 

 

22 March 2010, Monday

 

It was less than a week to Don’s big day and he was already having me cover most of his work. Ella too was on leave by then to get ready for her wedding. I received several emails and messages a day with regards to the wedding and on top of managing my work, I had to do my part for Don and Ella’s wedding too.

 

 

25th March 2010, Thursday

 

The date drew closer and Don was getting a bit of a cold feet. We spoke on the phone briefly and he confessed that he was feeling a bit scared.

 

“Eh James, you know? ….. feel a bit weird.”

 

I joked with him “Why? It’s just signing a contract. You sign them every day in the office,”

 

He laughed and suggested we go for drinks on the eve of his big day.

 

 

26th March 2010, Friday, 9.30pm

 

I was already at the coffee shop that also served beer near Don’s place in Hougang when Ella called. She was not too happy when she realised that I was going to drink with Don hours before he was due to pick her up.

 

“One drink. No more than that. I’ll stab you with my heels if he’s late tomorrow.”

 

“Don’t worry, we won’t drink too much. Don was the one who asked me out. I’ll keep an eye on him.”

 

I tried to change the topic immediately and asked how her preparations were getting on. Ella’s reply echoed Don’s nervous state.

 

“Nervous man. I dunno. I did what I could. I hope everything goes well.”

 

I replied, “Don’t worry, tomorrow you just need to smile and look nice.”

 

I began to end the call when I saw Don approach me from some distance away.

 

“Ok. Your husband to be is here. Any message to pass to him?”

 

“Yes. Tell him I love you.”

 

Right at that moment Don sat down and I put the phone on speaker and prepared to relay Ella’s message.

 

“Bro, sorry. Ella says she loves me.”

 

Don raised an eyebrow and gave me a thumbs up as Ella’s voice rang out from the speaker.

 

“Yes, yes James. I love you. Don loves you too.” And she laughed.

 

I laughed too and passed the phone over to Don before going to grab the beers. As I paid for the drinks, Don finished up the call with his wife to be. I set the bottles down and immediately Don started his objections.

 

“Brother, how come on a stag night a man has to limit himself to just one beer?”

 

I looked at him with surprise. “You never said this was your stag night. I asked you a long time ago but you yourself said that you didn’t want.”

 

Don mumbled something about hard to find time before we started chatting and toasting each other. It was only after we downed the 5th bottle each that Don started mumbling something about not having had enough fun before he settled down.

 

I shook my head and replied “Are you drunk? You’re turning 30 already. What kind of fun do you still want?”

 

“I dunno. I’m just unsure. There are so many things I haven’t tried.”

 

I thought he had had enough to drink, so at 11.45 pm I insisted he head home and rest and we parted ways soon after. At 12.30am I was asleep when I received a call from Ella asking if Don was still with me. I reassured her that we had parted ways some time before, and that Don was probably sleeping.

 

27th March 2010, Saturday, 4.30am

 

I dragged myself out of bed and got dressed. By 5.25am, I was at Don’s place since he lived just a few streets away from me. Surprisingly, he was already awake and did not appear to be suffering from the effects of the beer he had drunk the night before.

 

I’ve been renting a master bedroom in a shared flat for quite a few years near the Institute of Mental Health. It’s a convenient spot with a direct bus to my workplace in the industrial park at Angmo Kio. The other 2 brothers, Jerry and Guowei, who would assist with the wedding arrived shortly afterwards and we chatted over coffee. Then when Don had dressed in his wedding clothes, we left for the wedding venue which was in a hotel where rooms had already been booked for the bride and groom, and also for some of the guests.

 

As was typical at a wedding in Singapore, I anticipated that there would be a “gate crash” where the groom and his attendants would have to carry out humiliating acts. However, I needn’t have been concerned because Ella had made it clear that it was not her intention to humiliate the groom and his brothers during a meeting with Don earlier on. Of course, Don being Don had forgotten to pass on this information, so Jerry, Guowei and I were gearing ourselves up for a gate crash when we arrived at the hotel.

 

However, Don suddenly remembered that Ella had said that she saw no point in embarrassing people on such a happy occasion. If only all brides would think like her. Nevertheless, we did play games, but games that tested the wit and brains of the male wedding party. As we solved the puzzles and did a funny charade to guess some of Don and Ella’s favourite dating spots, I felt an overwhelming sense of relief that I did not need to eat a brownie off a diaper or put on a bra with a banana hanging off my waist.

 

I thought I was a pretty sick individual mentally until I remembered the games some people come up with for gate crash. Those people need help more than me.

 

The bridesmaids were pretty cute too and I already have all their contacts. In fact I was eyeing one particular one called Celeste. She is the bride’s best friend and definitely my cup of tea.

 

The rest of the day flew past and the banquet proceeded like any other with the march in, the speeches, the toasts and the photo taking.

 

Ella had changed from her wedding dress and she looked stunning in her gown that evening. I stored a few images of her in my mind, images that I could recall when I need to cum in future.

 

The first sign of trouble started when Don started downing drink after drink at the table where his army military service mates were sitting. He accepted every toast and despite Jerry and Guowei being at his side, he got wasted pretty fast.

 

Even Celeste had to step in to drink a few glasses intended for Ella. I did what I could at the 4 tables I was assigned to, helping block most of the drinks offered to Don from our own colleagues and bosses.

 

By 10.45pm Don’s face was flushed and he could hardly greet the departing guests properly without help. Ella was obviously not very happy that Don had to sit on a chair and shake guest’s hands as they left instead of standing to thank them respectfully.

Chapter 2

 

11.30pm

 

When the time came to settle the bill, there seemed to be something wrong with Don’s credit card and the transaction would not go through. After an embarrassing 20 minutes, Ella had to retrieve her wallet from the wedding suite and use her card instead. The couple’s parents had left by then, because both had a grandparent in a wheelchair who needed to head home and rest.

 

28th March 2010, Sunday, 12.10am

 

There was a bit of tension and awkwardness in the lift as Don mumbled and slumped his entire weight on me. I shared a look with Celeste who eyeballed Ella before raising her eyebrow at me. I gently shook my head and tried to communicate ‘ leave them be ‘ with my eyes.

 

I do not know what my eyes looked like, but Celeste pulled and adjusted her dress, pretending to check her cleavage before she burst out laughing. That laugh broke the silence and Ella gave me and Celeste a brief look each before smiling to herself and turning away.

 

“Ok ok, you 2 go on ahead. I can handle Don.”

 

Celeste replied, “Don’t be crazy, we’re just fooling around.”

 

 

12.20am

I had just dumped Don on the bed when Celeste said her parents were at the lobby to pick her up. She asked if Ella needed anything else before she left. Ella replied that she didn’t need anything and thanked Celeste for her help with the day. They shared a brief hug just as I approached and I too opened my arms for one.

 

Celeste burst out laughing, and I was pleasantly surprised she gave me a hug before pushing me away playfully.

 

 

12.25am

Jerry arrived together with Guowei carrying the remaining bottles of wine and miscellaneous bags before leaving.

 

 

12.40am.

 

I was about to leave too when I noticed Ella reaching for the corkscrew.

 

“What? Still want to drink eh?”

 

She did not reply to me but instead poured herself a big serving and gulped it all down.

 

Another followed.

 

And another.

 

I asked Ella if she was ok, but instead of giving me an answer, I watched as she pulled up her evening gown a little, settled down on the sofa and she just stared at the lifeless body of Don. Her eyes looked like they were full of tears but she did not cry. In fact I thought she looked quite angry.

She poured more drinks for herself and she brushed me away when I tried to stop her.
She did not speak at all, and only after another 2 glasses did she open her mouth. Then I had the shock of my life. Ella started scolding Don for not helping out with the planning and happily getting drunk on their big day. I was caught off guard.

 

In fact I was hoping for the Jap porn scenario when Ella started drinking. You know, the sad bride drinks, gets drunk, passes out kind of situation but that’s not what happened.

 

Ella raised her voice slightly higher as she stormed towards Don who was stirring on the bed. I tried to intervene but somehow that only made matter worse. For some strange reason, Don stumbled to his feet, and despite being in a daze, started arguing with Ella.

 

I tried to calm them both down, but they ignored my pleas to stop shouting. Don gestured angrily at Ella before pointing at me.

 

“Don’t scream at James. You’re embarrassing yourself!”

 

Her answer was “I’m screaming at you - not him!”

 

I did not need anyone to tell me it was my cue to leave the room. “Ok, ok. You all need to rest. I better go.”

 

The shouting immediately intensified after I spoke. I tried to leave but, before I could do so, Ella pushed Don roughly onto the bed and stormed into the living area of the suite. Don fell backwards with a thud and just lay on the bed, massaging his head. I turned and saw Ella grab her phone and the key card off the table and open the door.

 

“Eh bro, she’s leaving.”

 

But Don’s response was “Let her be.”

 

I heard the door slam shut, as Don turned onto his side and hit the master light switch, plunging the whole room into darkness. I sighed, headed for the exit and opened the door just in time to see Ella stomping barefoot down the hallway and opening the spare room that was meant for the bridesmaids to get ready earlier in the day 5 doors down.

 

The door slammed shut shortly after, echoing down the quiet corridor of the hotel. I turned and looked at the darkened suite and fingered the spare key card to the bridesmaids’ room in my pocket at the same time. It was barely 23 paces to the room that Ella was in but somehow it took me a while to cover that short distance.

 

I had only one thought on my mind. Honestly I felt a little sad for my good friends that their big day had to end like this. Definitely not a pleasant memory nor experience to start your married life.

 

I tapped gently on the door and called out to Ella “Ella, Ella are you there? Are you ok?”

 

 

I tried a few times but there was no reply so I just announced that I was letting myself in. I stepped into the room I had rested in earlier in the day. We had spent a few good hours with the bridesmaids in the room although we were mostly just chatting and catching a quick snooze.

 

Celeste’s bag was near to mine, yet the distance could not be further. I could only stare at her bag of worn clothes and imagine myself having access to them.

 

Ella was sitting by the study table and it was orientated towards the entrance. Her feet dangled above the carpeted floor as she just swung her body on the chair round and round.

 

“Don’t do that Ella. Not in an evening gown at 1 in the morning. It’s quite scary.”

 

She laughed and threw the remote control for the TV at me but I ducked just in time.

 

She apologised for the outburst and said that she was pretty stressed out by the entire wedding. Upon further pressing, I realised that Don and she had spent quite a bit on the banquet and the photoshoot. With the upcoming honeymoon to Europe, they had pretty much wiped out their savings.

 

Ella confessed, “Don is in quite bad shape financially. I think he’s rolling over his credit card balances too.”

 

“You too?” I enquired.

 

Ella said she could probably clear hers in a couple of months, but that a wedding is really an expensive affair. I spent about 15 minutes chatting with Ella and trying to calm her down and put in a few good words for Don. The situation improved but she still refused to be in the same room as Don.

 

“Let him wake up his bloody head and apologise first.”

Chapter 3

 

1.20am

 

Ella asked if I could help to bring her bag from the other room and I nodded. She gave specific instructions as to which bag to take and what to bring.

 

“My overnight bag is the blue small trolley bag, but you need to take my makeup stuff from the bathroom. There are these pyjamas I need to wear, they’re in the wardrobe. The matching shoes for the pyjamas are under the bed. I think I have another smaller black bag in Don’s suitcase.”

 

She looked up at the ceiling and asked me to bring over the box with the red envelopes containing money that guests had left as tradition demanded too.

 

“The password for the safe is 7765.”

 

I stammered, “I don’t know if I can remember everything or not.”

 

Actually I wanted to tell her to grab the stuff herself but she had already turned towards the window, looking at her own reflection as she drew up both feet under her. I left the room and entered the suite. I tried waking Don up to help with the stuff but he was out cold.

 

I turned on the lights in the living area and tried to remember everything Ella had said. The first thing I got was Ella’s trolley bag. It was partially open and I could not contain my curiosity. I looked nervously towards the door and back at Don who was knocked out on the bed. My heart rate picked up as I pulled back the zip.

 

First was a smaller pouch. I opened it and saw neat rolls of underwear and a few bras. I placed that aside and looked further. Neat rolls of clothes. There were a couple of tops, pants and shirts. I gently picked up a jacket that was the biggest article and the rustling of a plastic bag immediately perked me up. I exhaled and undid the knot of the bag and was greeted with a set of red bra and underwear. That must have been the one Ella wore under her traditional Chinese Kua during the tea ceremony.

 

Snippets of past conversations about the need to wear red came to my mind. I had an instant erection as I felt my fingers touch the cool fabric. The thought of holding Ella’s worn underwear on her wedding day was giving me a bad mind fuck and a raging erection.

 

I checked to make sure Don was still out cold and the door to the suite was tightly shut. The perverse act that I had fantasised about so often was finally coming true. I brought the soft cups of Ella’s bra to my nose, taking in the scent of the bra and my brain tried to process the smell.

 

Was I smelling soap?

 

Perhaps it was Ella’s perspiration? It was a hot afternoon after all.

 

Maybe it was the smell of her breast?

 

I had to adjust my erection a few times as I fondled and played with Ella’s lingerie. The soft satin-like underwear was cool to the touch, and the thought of stealing it actually crossed my mind, but I did not have the balls to do it. I heard the thud of the thermostat in the air-conditioning and it snapped me back to reality. I dumped everything back where it was and went to take out the pyjamas.

 

The pyjamas were red as well, with some phoenix embroidery on them, and the material felt like silk. Then I had a sudden naughty thought. I deliberately removed the pouch containing her lingerie from the trolley bag including the plastic bag of worn underwear. I really thought it was nothing more than just a playful prank. After all we had known each other so long, it would be funny thinking of Ella being in those thin silky pyjamas without lingerie. I laughed at the thought.

 

But I had another erection thinking of Ella’s nipples against the pyjamas. I packed Ella’s makeup and toiletries pouch from the bathroom. After that I unlocked the safe to retrieve the red envelopes. Finally, I waited for my erection to go down before going back to Ella.

 

It was close to 1.35am, I was tired, pretty aroused and really need a good release. I set the stuff down in the room as I watched Ella remove her earrings. It was a really weird scenario, me watching the bride removing her jewellery. In that room that morning, I realised for the first time how good gold looked against a velvet evening gown.

 

Ella broke my train of thought. “Help me with this.”

 

Ella’s arms were up, her fingers having difficulty undoing the small latch for her necklace because her manicured fingernails kept getting in the way. I felt my erection coming back, as I looked at her white flawless armpits in the soft orange glow of the room light. I went behind Ella and undid the latch. With both hands on the 2 ends of the chain, I could either lift the chain up and above Ella’s head or I could lower my hand and just place it on the table in front of her. I did not know what came over me but I just froze in place, as if I was unsure of what to do.

 

Ella saved me the trouble and took the chain from me. That was an awkward moment. As if that was not bad enough, Ella suddenly realised that she needed help with the zip of her dress as well. Even before she asked, I was looking at the zip already. Our eyes met briefly before we looked away. Both unsure who should pop the question.

 

I decided to save Ella the embarrassment and offered to do it.

 

“Ok you take your things and get ready. Then in the bathroom there I”ll help you unzip before I leave.”

 

Ella nodded without a word and brought the entire trolley into the bathroom together with the pyjamas. I guess she did not want me to wait around too long.

 

I loitered near the bathroom door and Ella turned and offered her back towards me when she was ready. My fingers were trembling as I reached for the zip. I had never been in such a situation before. Unzipping the bride of another man on their wedding day would be a story to tell for a long time to come.

 

I unhooked the small latch and held onto the cold metal piece, trying to pull it down but it was stuck. I used a bit more strength and it gave way almost immediately, sliding down a good 7-8 cm. The momentum caused the gown to drop a couple of inches and Ella was instantly holding onto the gown from the front, but the drop and the unzipping exposed most if not all of Ella’s back all the way to her upper hip to me.

 

My erection pushed painfully against my pants and the moment of awkwardness returned.

 

“Ermm. ok I….I’ll get going now.”

 

Ella answered, “Ok, thanks James.”

 

Ella quickly shut the door of the bathroom and I heard the lock snap into place. I was about to reach for the door when I felt the urge to adjust my erection again.

 

It was a mistake.

The moment I touched myself, I felt this primal urge to cum having gone through that amount of mental stimulation. I did not know what was going through my mind but I just did something I did not expect myself to.

 

I opened the room door, called out to Ella and told her I was leaving. But I stood where I was and I let the room door close with a slam. I was too afraid to move. My ears were trying to pick up any signs of life inside the bathroom. I could hardly hear anything. My heart was thumping.

 

Then I heard the unmistakable spray of the shower after what seemed like 3-4 minutes. I had a sudden urge to pee as I looked around the room. If you ask me what was going through my mind then I can tell you it was a complete blank. I really didn’t know. What I did know, was that I purposely left my wallet together with the wedding gift and my red envelope on the table beside Ella’s phone.

 

I saw the water Ella was drinking from earlier, the unmistakable lipstick mark coated the rim of the bottle. I took the bottle and sipped myself a drink, feeling the instant push of my dick against my pants. I checked that my lips had no stains on the mirror before turning back towards the door. I put both key cards that I had on the bar counter near the entrance.

 

1 for the suite and 1 for the room Ella was in now.

 

The shower was still on, so as quietly as I could, I opened the door, and closed it behind me as I left.

 

I went to the lobby and took a seat and began calling Ella. Hopefully i could get to see Ella's nipples poking through her thin pyjama top when she comes down with my wallet later. I must have made 6 missed calls before I stopped. Now I just had just to wait for Ella to call me back.

 

 

2.20 am

 

My phone finally rang right when I was about to fall asleep. I answered immediately.

 

“Hello. Ella I…”

 

“You idiot. Your wallet and everything is still here. Where are you?”

 

I told her I was in a cab and was about to reach the hotel lobby.

 

“Can you come down and pass me my wallet? Sorry ah…”

 

There was a moment of hesitation as I waited for Ella’s reply.

 

“Ermm… you brought only half of my clothes. I’m missing some bags.”

 

“Ohh sorry. I just grabbed and left. It was so dark inside the room and there were so many things on the floor.”

 

I pretended that I was still in a taxi. “I’m turning into the street now. Can you come down at once? Come down quick. I really need to use the toilet.”

 

I was trying very hard not to chuckle. You might think it’s a mean thing to do, but Ella, Don and I prank each other pretty often in the office. Besides, i wasn't really thinking with my big head that morning.

 

If I forget to log out from my Facebook on my terminal at work, I would suddenly see a post that says I’m in love with a broom, or perhaps something that says my underwear is red and lacy, courtesy of Ella most of the time. Don would choose something like ‘I’m buying everyone drinks or dinner if you pinch my backside.’

Chapter 4

 

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.

 

Then my eye caught sight of something that made me suddenly go weak in the knees, resulting in a few uncontrolled spurts of my pee that messed up the entire toilet bowl. Right by the basin, was a crumpled up piece of fabric that made it almost impossible for me to pee straight. That pink underwear just sitting innocently by the rim of the basin seemed to be calling out to me.

 

I emptied my bladder of urine and quickly waddled over to the basin like a duck with my pants still down around my legs. I knew I didn’t have much time. It was only a few steps to the suite and Ella would probably grab her bags and be back in no time.

 

I did not have time to think.

 

In fact I wasn’t even thinking as I lifted Ella’s underwear off the basin; the soft damp material of her underwear she had worn for the evening resting in my own hands. My dick was throbbing hard at the realisation of me having ticked off something from my bucket list. The piece of fabric that was closest to the pretty bride’s most private spot in my hands.

 

How many times have we attended weddings only to have our minds stray and wonder what was actually beneath that gown, that dress, that tight Chinese cheongsum?

 

I unrolled the underwear gently, as if I was handing some old parchment from the Dead Sea scrolls. The humidity of the bathroom was high and the heat from Ella’s recent shower still had the mirror fogged up. My ears pricked up and listened for any signs of Ella entering the room again but there was nothing.

 

That was it.

 

That was the closest I will ever get to Ella’s pussy. Yes, I may have thought of her in some dirty position before, I may have wanked off to her countless times, I may have lusted after her worn clothes, but at the end of the day, she is my brother’s wife.

 

Even a sick pervert like me knows where to draw a line.

 

I immediately flipped and like a crazed madman, pressed Ella’s underwear to my face, taking in the fresh womanly scent of a bride for the first time in my life. There was a musty smell of perspiration, mixed with the unmistakable smell of new underwear. The humid, warm bathroom added another layer of depth to the smell and I was so tempted to just cum and have an orgasm on the spot.

 

The loud sound of the room door closing snapped me out of my trance, and I immediately replaced the underwear back where it had been. I pulled up my pants, cleaned up the toilet bowl and exited the bathroom.

 

Ella had folded her arms, hip leaning against the study table, and continued glaring at me. I slipped and my eyes went straight to her breast only to realise that the protrusions were no longer there. I recovered quickly, but Ella noticed my gaze and she threw her nu bra cup straight at my face.

 

I could see the exasperation in her face, but she did not know how to express it.

 

Her fists were clenched and I could tell she badly wanted to scream at me as she stomped her left foot once and just turned away from me to pack her stuff. I don’t blame her. It’s your wedding night, and something this embarrassing had to happen in front of your husband’s good friend.

 

“I… erm… I’ll leave ok?…. Don’t worry…. I won’t say anything… haha…”

 

I could not help breaking into a snigger.

 

Ella was too angry for words and she put both her palms together and lifted them over her forehead in a mock praying position.

 

“Yes….. please…. Go back…. Sleep…. And pretend this never happened…”

 

She started to take a series of deep breaths in an attempt to calm herself down as I opened the door. But just before I closed the door, I added:

 

“Your….. breast is pretty nice…”

 

I closed the door immediately and ran to the lift just in time to hear my name ring out along the corridor.

 

“James, you bastard!”

 

The rest of the morning was a blur. I was exhausted, but I remember staggering back into my room and I fell asleep without taking a shower. By the time I woke up, it was coming up to 1pm.

 

 

28th March 2010, Sunday, 1pm

 

I washed my face and hands, and was thinking of what to have to lunch when I was alerted to the beep my phone was making, telling me that I had new messages. I had 4 missed calls from Don and 1 new message from Celeste.

 

Don could wait.

 

I immediately opened Celeste’s message, hoping in my mind it would be something like “Hey… morning..any plans today?”

 

Maybe it could be “James… what ya doing now? “

 

Or maybe it would be “Morning… wake up already?”

 

Ahh… sweet messages that reminded me of the honeymoon period when you first start dating.

 

As the text appeared before me, it was nothing like that. It was not even close. No morning, no hi, no James, no what are you doing. It was a text message sent at 11.30 am that morning.

 

“Call me.”

Chapter 5

 

 

I decided to call Don first and see what he wanted.

 

“Morning brother. How does life with only half your assets left feel?”

 

“Argh… I had no assets to begin with. I’ve got a bad headache.”

 

“Did you apologise to Ella yet? You remember what happened last night?”

 

“Bits and pieces…. We quarrelled again this morning.”

 

“Why?”

 

“Long story. Come and eat lunch with me. I’ve got a buffet voucher.”

 

“Eat with your wife man.”

 

Don went on to tell me that Ella refused to talk to him after the tiff that morning and she had locked herself inside the other room.

 

“That room was due to check out already and the front desk called a few times, but I managed to get a late checkout till 3pm. So, let her sulk, come on. We’ll go to eat, then we’ll go to swim and suntan by the pool. I’ve still got the suite for one more day and I don’t want to waste it.”

 

“Hey, I’m not your gay buddy. But, seriously, go talk to your wife. Your marriage has just started officially, and this is not the way to start it off.”

 

Don mumbled something that I could not make out, but then he said he’d go and try her room again.

 

I hung up and decided to call Celeste. The image of her came floating into my head as I hit the dial button. Celeste is about the same build as Ella, with the same hairstyle, it’s easy to get confused if you are just looking at them from the back.

 

I remembered clearly an embarrassing incident during a general meeting Don and Ella organised for all the groomsmen and bridesmaids a few weeks before the big day. As a show of their unity, the bridesmaids actually all wore the same T-shirt and same shorts for the meeting while the guys showed up in a mishmash of colours.

 

Don whispered to me that day in a corner.

 

“Bro…. we already lost the competition. What can we do now?”

 

I replied, “All this dressing up thing… no need for us to do it…. Don’t worry…”

 

Celeste has a pair of naturally big eyes and her sweet dimples appear when she smiles. You know sometimes you get a smile and no matter what you are thinking or doing, you would just naturally stop and feel the need to return that smile.

 

Yes, Celeste had that effect on people.

 

She’s a pretty gentle lady from what I observed during our first meeting. Quite soft spoken too compared to Ella. Not that Ella is rough but she’s just more tigerish in a way. Through our interaction, I actually got quite a good feeling towards Celeste. She’s cheerful and is always smiling. There is this naughty twinkle in her eyes when she laughs.

 

While some of the girls dropped a few crumbs here and there while eating cookies at the table, Celeste was actually the one that helped to pick them up during the meeting. You could tell it was not something that was being done intentionally, it was something more sub conscious. Celeste was very focused on the discussion about the timing and logistics at that point in time but her fingers would be picking up crumbs, wrappers and empty drink packets before depositing them in the bin by her side.

 

There is just something sweet and mysterious about her that intrigued me. So much so that when I saw Ella cutting some fruit at the kitchen when I exited the bathroom, I went over and asked her about Celeste.

 

“Eh Ella….Is Celeste attached? She’s quite cute I think.”

 

And I have never been so embarrassed in my life when the person I was talking to turned and replied to my questions nonchalantly.

 

“Thank you James… haha… I’m not attached.”

 

My face must have flushed red instantly and I turned away in a sheepish manner as Celeste’s giggles echoed behind me.

 

The phone call connected and it rang for quite a while before Celeste answered.

 

“Hey James.”

 

I replied jokingly, “Afternoon. Are you going to ask me out?”

 

She laughed and said no, but that we had a situation.

 

“We have a bit of a situation here with Ella and Don.”

 

“What situation?”

 

“Domestic violence.”

 

My heart instantly sank as I registered the words.

 

The image of Don going crazy and actually hitting Ella gave me the chills and I immediately asked Celeste what had happened.

 

“Oh my God. I was just on the phone with Don but he never said anything. Is Ella ok? What happened? When did this happen? Is she hurt? Are you there with her?”

 

I fired off so many questions at once but Celeste calmly replied me with only one sentence.

 

“James… ermm…”

 

She paused for a second on the phone and I waited eagerly for her to continue. I could not imagine Don hurting even an ant not to mention his wife.

 

Celeste took a while to continue as if she was thinking of the correct words to use and when she finally said it, I did not know what to say.

 

“My friend………accidentally…initiated a series of unintentional actions that….……caused Don to……...get…hurt…”

 

“What?!”

 

“In short…. my friend….. beat up your friend…”

 

It took a couple of seconds for me to digest what Celeste had just told me over the phone. I asked her if she was with Ella and she told me she was.

 

“Ella’s getting changed in the bathroom, we’re heading down for lunch. Come and join us and go check on Don, he’s not picking up his phone.”

 

I agreed and sent Don a text, saying that I was heading down to have lunch with him.

 

Don sent an sms: Bring your swim gear.

I ignored his message and looked at the state of my cupboard and laundry basket. The reality of staying alone meant my weekend is spent doing laundry and ironing my clothes for the new week ahead.

 

I had been too busy to do a mid-week wash and now the clothes were spilling out of the laundry basket and onto the floor. It was ridiculous but I could not even find a pair of Bermuda shorts. Eventually I found one that had a loose button but it still worked so I pulled it over my boxers, threw on a crumpled t-shirt and got myself onto a cab.

 

 

1.40pm

 

As the cab drew up to the hotel in Clarke Quay, I could not help but feel a tiny tinge of excitement that I would be seeing Celeste in a few moments. I don’t know why but somehow it just gave me that butterfly in my stomach feeling. I entered the lobby at 1.45pm and I gave Don a call. 3 calls in fact but there was no answer. I tried Celeste phone and she picked up right away.

 

“Hey… I can’t go up to the room without the card. Where are you guys?”

 

Celeste answered, “Hold on.”

 

A few seconds later, she resumed the call.

 

“Ella and I are eating over at the restaurant. Don should be in his room I think. I did not tell Ella that you were coming. Where are you?”

 

“By the lift” was my reply.

 

The call ended abruptly and I turned my head just in time to see Celeste pop out from around the corner. The moment I laid eyes on her, I had this really sunny, Sunday feel. I don’t know how to explain this but it’s that cheerful bright spark that seems to stir up your emotions. Celeste was wearing something that I don’t know what to call it. It looked like a dress but it was not.  A thick scarf-like halter twirled around her neck once, with the plaid resting at the middle of her chest. That knot-like tie reminded me of some sick Japanese porn I had been watching a few days before.

 

The plaid continued diagonally outwards from the center of her chest before it disappeared into a tube-like top. It looked like it was 2 different pieces but it was actually just one continuous piece. The pale blue fabric had no pattern other that its original texture. As the top flowed downwards, it clung tightly to Celeste’s bottom before ending an inch above the knee. She had on a simple pair of silver flats and a pair of silver earrings that seem to glitter and flow like the wispy strands of spider web against the sun.

 

As we closed the distance between us, I could not help but stare a moment longer at her, my mind already starting to wander.

 

“That… is a…. nice dress…”

 

She smiled and passed me the key card from the back of her phone pouch.

 

“I didn’t think it was right for me to just open the suite; that job is yours.”

 

“How’s Ella? Is she still angry?”

 

Celeste went on to tell me that Don had said some pretty hurtful stuff to Ella that morning, and that’s why everything went south.

 

I told her not to worry, that I would get Don down, we’d all sit down and have a nice lunch together. We could talk things out.

 

It took a good 5 minutes of knocking before Don unlatched the door. My key card is useless with the latch on.

Chapter 6

 

When the door finally opened, Don explained what he had been doing while I knocked.

 

“Sorry, I was soaking in the bathtub. Damn good way to clear my head.”

 

I replied briefly, “Get dressed, we’re going down to eat.”

 

I saw the 4 cm scratch across Don’s forehead and I asked for his version of the story. He was a little reluctant to tell me everything and even more reluctant to tell me Ella hit him. I found out that in the heat of the moment, Ella actually threw the phone at Don and that somehow caused the cut.

 

“Oh my God, first day as husband and wife. Don’t start your marriage on this sour note.”

 

I pressed Don further to find out why Ella was so mad and he told me that he scolded her for not sleeping by his side on their wedding night.

 

“That’s all?”

 

“Ermm… I… said she must be having fun with other guys while I was knocked out drunk.”

 

I shook my head and hurried Don along, I managed to get him out of the suite and down to the restaurant at 2.00pm. It was a tense moment from the very beginning when Ella caught sight of Don and me.

 

“Eh… not now…James we..” Don stammered.

 

“Don’t be a pussy. Let’s get this over and done with.”

 

Celeste actually stood up as we approached the table. Before anyone could say a word, she reached out her hand to take mine.

 

“James… Let’s go and get more food before they close the buffet.”

 

It was just a brief second or two of Celeste touching my hand but it was enough. That sweetness sent a tingle down my spine as we took some food for the table to share. We kept an eye on Don and Ella from the buffet line and they don’t seem to be talking, just staring at each other. Celeste nudged me with her elbow.

 

“Eh… like this they’re never going to make up. We need to do something.”

 

“Ermmm like what?”

 

“I don’t know. Like something to jump start the conversation.”

 

We went back to the table with some food, but Celeste and I did most of the talking. Don and Ella still refused to talk to each other directly. Things got slightly better when I dropped a couple of pieces of peeled prawn on Ella’s plate. Don immediately reached over and took the prawns away.

 

“Ella doesn’t eat prawns. She’s allergic and her throat will get itchy.”

Ella looked away but I could tell that sentence did something magical to the stalemate. Celeste’s eyes widened and as if she had a stroke of inspiration, she started dropping food onto Don’s plate. She tried curry chicken, followed by satay, then baked fish, even a left over bread roll she had eaten, sashimi, noodles. Every piece she dropped, she would look eagerly towards Ella, as if expecting her to stop her when something Don did not like fell on his plate.

 

Ella rolled her eyes at Celeste before a giggle burst out. “Stop it. He eats everything.”

 

The temperature around the table cooled down several notches when Don apologised, and when Ella apologised too, the conversation started flowing. By 3pm when the restaurant staff told us the buffet line was closing, we were almost back to normal. But, Ella was still quite sore about Don passing out on their big day and we all could tell she was about to start another one of her rants. I was not about to let a healing wound reopen so I blurted out that Don had already made plans to apologise in a big way.

 

“Actually Don made plans already to give you a surprise.”

 

I could see all eyes turning towards me all of a sudden and I raised my hand to calm everyone down.

 

“Yes… yes.. there’s something Don planned but I need to go check on the progress. Don’t come up to the suite yet, ok?”

 

This time round I reached out for Celeste’s hand but she slapped it away playfully and said she would join me on the supervision of the surprise. The moment we are out of earshot, Celeste immediately knew what to do.

 

“Ok… let’s buy some balloons and party stuff from across the road, decorate a bit, light some candles or something.”

 

I replied that I was thinking of just preparing a bubble bath. We laughed and chatted as we dashed across to the shopping mall and popped into the party shop. We grabbed a few items here and there and managed to get back into the suite within 15 minutes. Celeste could not get a small cake so she bought a pint of ice cream.

 

 

3.20pm

 

We did what we could to tidy up the wedding suite because, with the do not disturb sign on the door, housekeeping had stayed away. We inflated balloons, threw some rose petals in the bath and on the bed. Celeste pour some glitter by the side table with some candles. I hung up some decorative banners that said ‘I love you’.

 

By 3.40pm we were ready. I went to check my phone and realised I had almost 4 missed calls from Don. A check with Celeste revealed she had 3 from Ella. Our phones had both been in silent mode the entire time. We dropped the phones into the bag that held the party decorations together with my wallet and her purse. Celeste insisted we wash our hands as our palms were full of the glittery powder from the decorations.

 

Finally, I said we should get them up and wish them all the best. Celeste turned on the TV, found the channel playing soft music and turned up the volume. It was at this moment, a series of unfortunate incidents happened. The sequence of it happening is so ridiculously dumb and unbelievable that up till this day, no one believed me.

 

No one.

 

Celeste asked me to bring the ice cream out from the fridge while she lit the candles, which I did. I brought it into the room and I was about to reach down for the bag containing our phones when I felt a snap and before my very eyes, the loose button on my Bermudas came off. The button rolled on the carpet over to Celeste’s feet just as she lit the last candle by the entrance. She picked it up and gave me a questioning look and I lifted up my t-shirt to show the missing button.

 

Without a word, Celeste went into the bathroom and took the sewing kit out. I could not fucking believe what was happening as Celeste threaded the needle through the button with a thread and grabbed my pants by the top and positioned the needle to pierce through my pants.

 

“Wait… what!... with me wearing them.”

 

“Don’t move. I’ll be fast.”

 

Celeste ignored my comment and pushed the needle through, and pulling it upwards, she knelt down in front of me and that action sent blood rushing to my dick as I looked down on her modest cleavage, and before she could pierce the second hole, the door to the suite opened.

 

My eyes met with Celeste and she tried to stand up but lost her balance. The stumble drove the needle into my waist and as I gasped in pain, I staggered backwards into the open door of the full height wardrobe.

 

Celeste, in her attempt to let go of everything including the needle, just fell onto me. It happened so fast I had no time to react or think properly. I was afraid she might fall onto my groin area and the needle might hurt her so I pulled her upwards. She staggered into the wardrobe and somehow my pants came off halfway.

 

The force with which we fell backwards into the wardrobe was quite strong, so that my natural reaction was to try and arch forward in order to lessen the impact on my back. Instead, like an out of balance pendulum, Celeste and I both gasped and fell back out into the carpeted area with me landing on top of her with my pants half way down my leg.

 

Just at this moment, Don and Ella appeared at the door. Celeste pushed me off her and immediately stood up. Both her hands came up in a hysterical way and she protested her innocence.

 

“We can explain.”

 

I stood up with my erection probing my boxer out of shape and I extracted the needle which had pierced my skin sideways about slightly more than half a centimetre.

 

Don exclaimed, “Oh my God. What happened?”

 

I pulled up my pants, and put the needle aside. I looked at Celeste and replied.

 

“She…… penetrated me…….…. And…….……There is blood……”

 

I dabbed a droplet of blood from my waist and held it up for all to see. Celeste laughed and shook her hands and head at Ella, trying to proclaim her innocence but Ella waved her off. Don chuckled a little and I saw Ella shoot me a dagger stare at my lame comment before Don dragged me out to help with the bags.

 

While waiting for us, Don and Ella had actually checked out of the other room, bringing whatever was in the spare room over to the entrance to the suite. Don gave me a cheeky look and asked me what was I up to with Celeste but I just smiled and told him it was an accident.

 

I could overhear snippets of conversation from Ella and Celeste as we shifted the bags and clothes. Words like, James… thick skin…. Very naughty…. Cheeky… be careful of him.. and so on caught my ear but I was not paying attention to the warnings that Ella was doling out, I could only hear the girlish giggle and the sugar sweet voice of Celeste replying.

 

 

4pm

 

The drama was over and it was clear Don and Ella needed their time alone. Celeste and I left the suite together. From the walk to the train station, I found out that Celeste lives in Punggol, so we will be taking the same train line. Naturally I offered to walk her home, but she declined.

 

“Ermm.. it’s ok really, but thanks for offering.”

 

I hadn’t expected Celeste to say yes to my offer honestly, as we don’t really know each other for long anyway. We chatted on the train and I got off at Buangkok. I watched Celeste wave me a sweet goodbye before uncoiling her headphones from her bag.

 

My Sunday ended with the company of the washing machine and the dryer. My companion in the room was the ironing board.

Chapter 7

 

29th March 2010, Monday.

 

Life went back to normal for Don and Ella as they showed up for work like everyone else. Their honeymoon trip would not take place for another 3 months. On that day however, I felt that fate seemed bent on testing Don and Ella’s relationship. You see, part of Ella’s job was to brief the newcomers together with another HR girl.

 

That Monday morning, we were told that a new department would be formed in the finance team with a new manager. His name was Walter.

 

The entire morning, I saw Ella tagging along with this new guy, going from department to department, desk to desk before disappearing into his office for about 30 minutes at a stretch.

 

She looked stressed and upset at the same time. I found out from Don that she had texted him, saying that Walter would be her new boss from that day.

 

 

1pm

 

Lunch was catered in the office that afternoon as a sort of welcome for Walter. I settled in a corner with my food as I secretly observed Walter. He looked to be in his late 40s, tall and definitely worked out regularly. He’s got that boyish charm despite his age and he certainly knew how to use it. What caught my eye though was the frequent looks he threw at Ella.

 

It was always a quick glance, a fast peep but to the observant eye, you just know. Ella’s short dress and high heels that day proved to be a magnet to Walter’s roving eyes. I noticed he was getting a little touchy too, when Ella said something, he would pretend he could not catch it and bent his body closer to her before placing his palm on her waist for a couple of seconds.

 

It was smooth and fast, something that Ella might not even have noticed.

 

 

 

3.30pm

 

A meeting of mine ended early and I was just getting out of the cab when I saw Ella and Walter turn the corner of the office lobby, heading out. I immediately paid the driver and followed close behind them.

 

From what I could gather from Ella’s body language, she was giving Walter a tour of the area. For fuck sake, it’s Angmo Kio industrial park, why do you need a tour? I kept my distance and observed further.

 

The pavements and roads in the area are not exactly like those in town. The uneven concrete slabs broken by the emerging roots of the trees, the occasional construction, the sudden scatter of debris, all this made walking on heels a challenge and Ella of all days had to wear high heels that Monday.