But, before she reached her third orgasm, my wife stopped and stood up. Beth had a shocked look in her eyes, but she complied nonetheless. Beth squirmed around a little in discomfort. She got Beth to lie on her back on the chaise lounge, as she produced a set of soft wrist restraints from her bag. So, I snuck down the stairs, grabbed my wallet, and slipped out the front door. She finally helped Beth off of the tube, and they held hands as they made their way to the lounge chair next to the pool.