I was totally hooked by Lily's earrings at first. There was just something about her small, delicate ears that made me think they'd feel amazing to nibble on.

Just as I was getting lost in the thought, the woman suddenly murmured, "Honey… since when did you get so good at this…?"

Honey?

My drunken haze lifted in an instant. There was no way Lily would call me honey.

I took a closer look. The passionate, writhing woman in my arms wasn't Lily at all—it was Sandra, Shawn's wife.

My whole body froze. My hands didn't even know where to go.

Sensing that I'd stopped, Sandra grew impatient. She pulled my neck down harder, deliberately rubbing her two soft, full breasts against my chest, whispering all kinds of tempting things in my ear, "Baby, why'd you stop? You don't want it anymore?

"Mmm… you're so hot… and so strong right now…"

By this point, Sandra was completely overtaken by the alcohol and my earlier teasing. When I stopped, she was so consumed by desire that she started pawing at every part of me. The last thread of my self-control was about to snap.

My hand slid down to her lower body. Her vagina felt almost alive, squeezing tighter and tighter around my fingers.

I pulled out my painfully hard cock, crouched down, spread her ass cheeks, and ran my tongue lightly along her skin.

"Don't… don't lick there… ahhh… it's too much… please…"

I slowly pushed a second finger inside her, gently working her as my tongue kept gliding down the deep crease of her ass.

She twisted her slender waist helplessly, her breasts bouncing with every movement.

Then, hesitation hit me. 'This is my buddy's wife. This isn't right, is it?'

My hand slowed to a stop.

Just then, she whimpered softly, "Don't… don't stop… it feels so good…"

I lifted my head and looked at her. Her pretty face was flushed pink. Her big, seductive eyes—though a bit unfocused from the alcohol—were still throwing sultry looks my way. Her soft red tongue was licking her lips, drool slipping from the corner of her mouth and trailing down her pale chest.

Just as she started getting handsy and reaching for my pants, I had no choice but to speak up, "Sandra… it's me… Finn."

That snapped the desperate Sandra back to her senses. Her eyes flew wide open. Her chest rose and fell rapidly, those full, bouncing breasts drawing my gaze despite myself.

"Why… why are you here? Where's Shawn?"

Her voice came out sweet and soft, making my skin tingle.

I gulped, bracing myself on either side of her as I explained, "I'm sorry, Sandra. I thought you were Lily…"

But before I could finish, I heard Shawn's familiar voice from nearby, and he sounded thrilled.

"Like my cock, huh? Your ass is so tight! Ah… stop acting like a virgin."

"Ah… that hurts… go easy…"

That was Lily's voice.

So Shawn had mistaken Lily for Sandra. No way…

Sandra squirmed restlessly beneath me, giving me a look that was part resentment and part pleading—the kind that could kill every man on earth.

I had no idea how to get out of this.

Then Sandra closed her eyes again, hooked her legs around my belt, and pulled my lower body hard against hers.

"Honey…"

These two sisters were something else. Both shameless in their own way. And watching a woman throw herself at me like that… if I still held back, I wouldn't be much of a man.

So I decided to just go with it. We'd already done everything we shouldn't have done anyway.

My lust kicked into overdrive. I slapped her firm thigh without thinking.

"Ooh… that's so intense… baby…"

That "baby" really did something to me. I could feel myself getting even harder.

Gripping her ass tight, I pushed forward with my hips, lined myself up, and slowly began to enter her.