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It was a long lonesome drive back to our home 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 much 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 really going on until much later on after she returned from St. Louis.
I had to keep our pals and family at bay and not reveal that Jan was still in St. Louis without me. We had restricted interaction at the time simply a brief text every day and only one brief but lacking in information phone call about her prolonged trip.
This was almost an entirely different woman than the one I had left in St. Louis just a week earlier. She was taller than my 5'10' as she was wearing high-heeled shoes with at least a 5 inch heel. She had on a summertime dress that appeared like it ought to be used as a slip as it was almost sheer and shimmery; it fell halfway between her knees and her hips. It was lacy at the top, cut rather 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 gave her a leering appearance.
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