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It was a long lonely drive back to our home without Jan by myside. As the miles whooshed by I understood that I was unpleasant sometimes but at others I was thrilled and nearly giddy knowing that she was back with Steve and he was probably screwing her and dragging her much deeper and deeper into the hotwife lifestyle. I felt at the time that she would be enjoying herself and I didn't understand what was really going on till much later after she returned from St. Louis.
I had to keep our good friends and family at bay and not reveal that Jan was still in St. Louis without me. We had actually restricted interaction at the time simply a brief text every day and only one quick but lacking in details phone call about her prolonged trip.
This was practically an entirely different female than the one I had left behind in St. Louis simply 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 dress that looked like it needs to be worn as a slip as it was practically sheer and shimmery; it fell midway in 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 could not feel her bra strap or panties as my hands slipped from her back and over her ass. I provided her a leering look.
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