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It was a long lonesome drive back to our house without Jan by myside. As the miles whooshed by I understood that I was miserable at times but at others I was delighted and nearly giddy knowing that she was back with Steve and he was probably screwing her and dragging her deeper and much deeper into the hotwife lifestyle. I felt at the time that she would be enjoying herself and I didn't understand what was actually going on until much later after she returned from St. Louis.
I had to keep our friends and family at bay and not reveal that Jan was still in St. Louis without me. We had restricted interaction at the time just a short text every day and only one quick but doing not have in details phone call about her extended holiday.
This was almost an entirely different female than the one I had actually left behind in St. Louis just a week back. She had on a summertime dress that looked like it ought to be used as a slip as it was almost sheer and shimmery; it fell midway between her knees and her hips. As I held her I might not feel her bra strap or panties as my hands slipped from her back and over her ass.
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