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It was a long lonely drive back to our house without Jan by myside. As the miles whooshed by I understood that I was miserable sometimes however at others I was excited and practically giddy understanding that she was back with Steve and he was probably screwing her and dragging her deeper and deeper into the hotwife way of life. I felt at the time that she would be enjoying herself and I didn't understand what was really going on till much later on after she returned from St. Louis.
I had to keep our buddies and household at bay and not disclose that Jan was still in St. Louis without me. We had actually limited communication at the time just a brief text every day and just one quick but lacking in information phone call about her extended holiday.
This was nearly a completely different female than the one I had actually left behind in St. Louis simply a week back. She was taller than my 5'10' as she was using high-heeled shoes with a minimum of a 5 inch heel. She had on a summer season gown that looked like it needs to be worn as a slip as it was almost sheer and shimmery; it fell midway between her knees and her hips. It was lacy at the top, cut rather low and you might easily construct 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 appearance.
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