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It was a long lonesome drive back to our house without Jan by myside. As the miles whizzed by I understood that I was miserable sometimes but at others I was thrilled and nearly giddy knowing that she was back with Steve and he was probably 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 know what was truly going on up until much later on after she returned from St. Louis.
I had to keep our good friends and household at bay and not reveal that Jan was still in St. Louis without me. We had restricted communication at the time merely a brief text every day and only one brief however lacking in details phone call about her extended trip.
This was almost a completely different lady than the one I had left behind in St. Louis simply a week ago. 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 summertime dress that appeared like it must be used as a slip as it was practically 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 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 gave her a leering look.
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