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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 miserable sometimes but at others I was excited and nearly giddy knowing that she was back with Steve and he was probably screwing her and dragging her 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 truly 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 limited interaction at the time simply a brief text every day and only one brief however lacking in information phone call about her extended trip.
This was almost an entirely different lady than the one I had actually 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 summer season gown that looked like it must be used as a slip as it was practically sheer and shimmery; it fell halfway between her knees and her hips. It was lacy at the top, cut rather 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 offered her a leering appearance.
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