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It was a long lonely drive back to our home without Jan by myside. As the miles whooshed by I realized that I was unpleasant at times however at others I was delighted and practically giddy understanding that she was back with Steve and he was most likely screwing her and dragging her 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 really going on up until much later after she returned from St. Louis.
I had to keep our buddies and family at bay and not reveal that Jan was still in St. Louis without me. We had actually restricted communication at the time just a brief text every day and just one brief however lacking in information phone call about her prolonged trip.
This was nearly an entirely different woman than the one I had actually left in St. Louis simply a week ago. 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 appeared like it should be worn as a slip as it was nearly sheer and shimmery; it fell halfway in between her knees and her hips. It was lacy at the top, cut rather low and you could easily make 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 look.
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