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It was a long lonesome drive back to our home without Jan by myside. As the miles whizzed by I realized that I was unpleasant sometimes but at others I was thrilled and practically giddy knowing that she was back with Steve and he was probably 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 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 divulge that Jan was still in St. Louis without me. We had restricted communication at the time just a short text every day and only one quick but doing not have in details phone call about her prolonged vacation.
This was almost a totally different female than the one I had actually left 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 summertime gown that looked like it needs to be worn as a slip as it was nearly sheer and shimmery; it fell halfway between her knees and her hips. It was lacy at the top, cut rather 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 gave her a leering look.
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