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It was a long lonesome drive back to our house without Jan by myside. As the miles zipped by I recognized that I was unpleasant sometimes but at others I was excited and nearly giddy knowing that she was back with Steve and he was probably screwing her and dragging her deeper and 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 on after she returned from St. Louis.
I had to keep our friends and household at bay and not disclose that Jan was still in St. Louis without me. We had actually restricted communication at the time merely a brief text every day and only one short but lacking in details phone call about her prolonged trip.
This was practically an entirely various female than the one I had left behind in St. Louis simply a week earlier. 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 summertime dress that looked like it must be used as a slip as it was nearly sheer and shimmery; it fell midway in between her knees and her hips. It was lacy at the top, cut quite low and you might quickly construct out the curve of her breasts through it. As I held her I could 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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