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It was a long lonesome drive back to our house without Jan by myside. As the miles whooshed by I recognized that I was miserable sometimes however at others I was excited and almost giddy knowing that she was back with Steve and he was most likely screwing her and dragging her much deeper and much 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 actually going on until much later on after she returned from St. Louis.
I had to keep our good friends and household at bay and not disclose that Jan was still in St. Louis without me. We had actually restricted interaction at the time just a short text every day and just one brief however doing not have in information phone call about her prolonged getaway.
This was practically a completely different woman than the one I had left behind in St. Louis simply a week back. She was taller than my 5'10' as she was wearing high-heeled shoes with a minimum of a 5 inch heel. She had on a summer dress that looked like it should be used as a slip as it was practically sheer and shimmery; it fell halfway in between her knees and her hips. It was lacy at the top, cut rather low and you might easily construct 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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