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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 however at others I was excited and practically 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 friends and family at bay and not reveal that Jan was still in St. Louis without me. We had restricted interaction at the time just a brief text every day and only one quick but doing not have in information phone call about her extended holiday.
This was practically a totally different female than the one I had left behind in St. Louis just 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 summertime gown that appeared like it should be used as a slip as it was practically large and shimmery; it fell midway in between her knees and her hips. It was lacy at the top, cut quite low and you might quickly 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 gave her a leering appearance.
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