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It was a long lonesome drive back to our house without Jan by myside. As the miles zoomed by I understood that I was unpleasant at times but at others I was delighted and almost giddy knowing that she was back with Steve and he was most likely 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 truly going on till much later after she returned from St. Louis.
I had to keep our friends and family at bay and not divulge that Jan was still in St. Louis without me. We had actually restricted interaction at the time just a brief text every day and just one quick but lacking in details phone call about her prolonged vacation.
This was almost a totally various lady than the one I had actually left behind in St. Louis just 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 gown that looked like it must be used as a slip as it was almost large and shimmery; it fell midway in between her knees and her hips. It was lacy at the top, cut quite low and you could 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 look.
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