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It was a long lonely drive back to our home without Jan by myside. As the miles zipped by I recognized that I was miserable at times but at others I was delighted and nearly giddy understanding that she was back with Steve and he was most likely screwing her and dragging her much deeper and much deeper into the hotwife lifestyle. I felt at the time that she would be enjoying herself and I didn't know what was truly going on till much later on after she returned from St. Louis.
I had to keep our good friends and household at bay and not divulge that Jan was still in St. Louis without me. We had actually restricted communication at the time simply a brief text every day and only one short however lacking in information phone call about her extended holiday.
This was almost an entirely different lady than the one I had left in St. Louis simply a week earlier. She was taller than my 5'10' as she was wearing high-heeled shoes with at least a 5 inch heel. She had on a summertime dress that appeared like it should be worn as a slip as it was almost sheer and shimmery; it fell halfway between her knees and her hips. It was lacy at the top, cut quite low and you could easily make out the curve of her breasts through it. As I held her I might not feel her bra strap or panties as my hands slipped from her back and over her ass. I offered her a leering look.
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