She put her hand on my shoulder again "I'm not ready to go to bed wanna drink more?" Her female breath wofted over to me I breathed in deep and agreed... I was horny as hell and I just needed to get drunk jerk it and go to bed. "Ill get it" she popped up excited again and ran off. soon she had another new bottle of wine and eagerly poured us glasses. This was the glass that sent us over the edge. From there on we were slurring giggling and getting along like jolly best friends.It got awfully. John. We'll have all of the privacy we want,but we'll also spend some time at the best nightclubs on the island.But for now, we need to get up to the Villa and settle in. I thinkeveryone will find the amenities quite acceptable," she giggled.We were giddy with joy at the description of our destination. Wedescended the landing steps and were assisted by our chauffeur intothe Suburban, as two island teens loaded our luggage onto the roofracks. They were leering at us as we climbed into the car.. Anything to help you. Anything to keep you.”“Marie, what’s going on?”She undid the sash of her robe. “Sometimes a girl just likes to play.” She then opened her robe and dropped it to the floor. And as it fell, my blood pressure skyrocketed.“Oh, wow...” was all I could manage.Marie was wearing a strapless blood-red corset which was tightly wrapped around her curvaceous frame, and it was performing a miracle. It made her look even bustier and curvier than normal, and until this moment I didn’t. I had been shocked and outraged at finding my wife making love with someone, but as time passed, the feelings morphed into a vicarious enjoyment of the scene. Her cuckolding me had ultimately caused pleasure rather than anger. Having her wear a chastity belt was more of an erotic game than a punishment and pleased me -- pleased the part of my psyche that wanted to dominate. While surfing the net I also came upon pictures of some sophisticated rope bondage. They gave me some great ideas.When.