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It was a long lonesome drive back to our house without Jan by myside. As the miles whizzed by I understood that I was miserable at times however at others I was thrilled and almost giddy understanding that she was back with Steve and he was probably screwing her and dragging her much 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 until much later on after she returned from St. Louis.
I had to keep our good friends and household at bay and not divulge that Jan was still in St. Louis without me. We had limited communication at the time just a short text every day and only one quick however lacking in details phone call about her extended holiday.
This was nearly a completely different female than the one I had left in St. Louis just 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 season dress that appeared like it must be used as a slip as it was nearly large and shimmery; it fell halfway between her knees and her hips. It was lacy at the top, cut quite low and you could 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 appearance.
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