The torture of arousal caused by the restraining cock cage was never lost, and even long after she had left I would wake up randomly in the night with...a cock trying to get hard. I would dream of her legs in those tan pantyhose, only to wake with the rude realization that no relief could be achieved.Every time she and her boyfriend had sex she'd call my phone so I could listen, knowing I wouldn't be able to help myself. All the while my cock strained, squeezed, and begged for relief inside the. The sojourn at Mount Bank Hall by the Royal Party had been so successful that except for a couple of nights to be spent at Blandon Hall near Thornbury, two nights at Rougemont Manor near Worcester, and two nights at Clifton Grange near Bristol, all other stops on the itinerary were reduced to one night only.The Loyal Address in Leamington was a great success, and a larger, more extended version, was to be enacted in Birmingham. Gallopers were dispatched on a daily basis with streams of orders. But that was just the tip of the iceberg. It seemed that the alternate universe was hypersexualized. Unwanted pregnancies, STDs and sexual taboos were unknown. Pansexuality, polyamorous promiscuity, and physical attractiveness were universal.Yet despite this, many things remained similar, including Dave's beloved Disney cartoon films (a passion for which his alternate self shared), of which all existed, with roughly similar stories, characters, and even songs. As in our world, they were. I remained chaste and true to my vow before God for over two years. It was not a man or Erica who led me astray. It was another faithful wife. I played cards with a group of married women. They didn't know Erica or about the “Affairs Circle “and wouldn’t associate with them if they did. During a card game, one blurted out."Rain, rain go away! I’m bored, bored, bored, bored in this rain! I need an affair!"We laughed and joked about who with, each bringing up their choices, including my Joe.