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It was a long lonely drive back to our house without Jan by myside. As the miles whizzed by I understood that I was miserable at times 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 know what was actually going on up until much later after she returned from St. Louis.
I had to keep our pals and household at bay and not divulge that Jan was still in St. Louis without me. We had actually restricted communication at the time just a short text every day and only one brief however lacking in details phone call about her prolonged trip.
This was practically a totally various female than the one I had left in St. Louis simply 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 summer dress that appeared like it must be worn 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 might quickly make out 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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