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It was a long lonely drive back to our house without Jan by myside. As the miles whizzed by I recognized that I was miserable at times but at others I was delighted and nearly 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 understand what was truly going on until much later on 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 communication at the time simply a brief text every day and only one short however doing not have in information phone call about her extended trip.
This was practically an entirely various woman 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 at least a 5 inch heel. She had on a summertime dress that looked like it ought to 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 quite low and you might quickly construct 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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