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It was a long lonesome drive back to our home without Jan by myside. As the miles whizzed by I recognized that I was miserable at times however at others I was excited and nearly giddy understanding that she was back with Steve and he was most likely screwing her and dragging her deeper and deeper into the hotwife lifestyle. 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 after she returned from St. Louis.
I had to keep our buddies and household at bay and not disclose that Jan was still in St. Louis without me. We had actually restricted communication at the time just a brief text every day and just one quick however doing not have in information phone call about her prolonged trip.
This was practically an entirely different woman than the one I had actually left in St. Louis just a week ago. 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 summer dress that appeared like it must be worn as a slip as it was almost sheer and shimmery; it fell halfway between her knees and her hips. It was lacy at the top, cut quite low and you might easily construct the curve of her breasts through it. As I held her I might 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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