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It was a long lonesome drive back to our house without Jan by myside. As the miles whizzed by I recognized that I was unpleasant at times however at others I was excited and practically giddy understanding that she was back with Steve and he was most likely screwing her and dragging her much deeper and 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 really going on until much later after she returned from St. Louis.
I had to keep our good friends and family at bay and not disclose that Jan was still in St. Louis without me. We had restricted interaction at the time merely a brief text every day and only one brief but lacking in information phone call about her prolonged holiday.
This was almost an entirely various woman than the one I had actually left in St. Louis just a week back. 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 summer gown that looked like it needs to be used as a slip as it was nearly sheer and shimmery; it fell midway between her knees and her hips. It was lacy at the top, cut rather low and you could easily 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 look.
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