My wife was finally being part of my fantasy in real life and to be honest, she looked like she was enjoying it a lot. She had a massive grin in her f...ce and I think she was a little surprised by her own reaction. Her nipples started getting hard and it became very clear that she was not wearing anything under her sarong, which was not transparent, but if you looked against the light, you could see a lot (areolas included). I called the waiter, I wanted someone to see her tits and she was. That was the end of my hopping for the day, but not the end of my bondage. JR tied my legs apart then experimented with different ways to yank, tug, and jerk on my pussy rope. He kept at it until I had several orgasms, then he removed the rope from my pussy and screwed me half silly. I was of mixed mind about that particular day. I had gotten used to lying passively in bondage, and being tortured and screwed required no effort on my part, but hopping around was exhausting. Other than making my. Now. Before it was too late. "Please, please," I almost growled into her ear, trying to get it out before I was lost to my desire. "Please don't let this ruin anything. Please tell me. Anything. If I go too far." I felt incoherent. "This feels too good. My mind is going...."She pushed away from me enough to look into my eyes. I quickly turned to hide whatever had just happened to me, but Thuy simply said, "Then let it go."I pulled her face to mine and our lips met. Oh, our lips met for the. She gasped in both surprise and excitement. "You like that, don't you baby? You want my cock inside you?" She nodded and sat up. My cock sliding into her slowly. I knew she was teasing me still. Her tight little pussy enveloping my throbbing cock inch by inch. She leaned forward,placing her hands on my chest. "Mmm... someone is excited, huh?" She said it shakily, between moans, panting a little. I squeezed the back of her thighs, making her whimper. Lauren began bouncing on my cock in rhythm.