"We tried it out one week-night, but it made a hell of a noise with the chair rocking, so we decided to try again at the weekend. Once we'd wedged a t...wel under the back of the chair so it wouldn't go anywhere, we had a great time!"Hamish duly lowered his arms so that his hands were gripping the arms of the chair. He shuffled his feet a little more to get the correct angle. She used her thighs and knees to guide him."Okay, honorary sister?"Julie giggled despite her obvious excitement."Oh yes,. " This couldn't be happening, and I must be dreaming. "You understand?" he asked harshly, making it sound more like a threat than a question. I nodded mutely, still unable to believe what he was telling me, figuring this had to be some kind of a hazing ritual, or a joke to prank me, or even a test to see if I was going to cheat on Jessica, but I couldn't wrap my head around it. I just stood there, confused and nervous. He pulled out a black robe from a closet and set it down on the bench by. But, things settled down although she did spend more time away during the day. I was now masturbating every day with one of two fantasies. One fantasy was that she had finally divorced me and I married another man as his queer male wife. The other fantasy was that I became her transvestite maid and her new, very manly lover moved into our former bedroom and I moved into the guest room. I slept in a sexy nightgown every night and fell asleep softly crying as I heard the sounds of intense. She turned and looked out the window, silent for a minute. "Mike?" Um?" I answered.Chloe leaned over and whispered, "Would it be alright if we had a little more wine?"I thought for a second. She still seemed lucid and wine, as the Europeans say, is food. I couldn't really think why not. "Sure. I'll go get us something."A bright smile lit up her face. I went forward to the lounge car and picked up a half bottle of the Chardonnay along with an elegant plastic cup. I poured the wine into the cup.