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It was a long lonesome drive back to our home without Jan by myside. As the miles zipped by I realized that I was miserable at times but at others I was delighted and nearly giddy understanding that she was back with Steve and he was probably 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.
The week that Jan was gone was a nerve-wracking one as I had a lot work to catch-up on. I needed to keep our loved ones at bay and not reveal that Jan was still in St. Louis without me. I also was continuously randy as I imagined the hotwife activities that Jan was doing while she was alone with Steve far from home. I believed continually about her naked body being penetrated by Steve and hopefully his good friend's tough cocks. We had limited communication at the time merely a brief text every day and only one brief but doing not have in information telephone call about her prolonged trip.
This was nearly a totally different female than the one I had actually left behind 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 looked like it should be used 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 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 offered her a leering look.
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