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It was a long lonesome drive back to our home without Jan by myside. As the miles whooshed by I recognized that I was miserable at times however at others I was thrilled and practically 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 understand what was truly going on up until much later on after she returned from St. Louis.
I had to keep our friends and family at bay and not reveal that Jan was still in St. Louis without me. We had limited communication at the time merely a brief text every day and only one brief but lacking in information phone call about her prolonged getaway.
This was almost a totally various female than the one I had left behind 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 gown that looked like it must be worn as a slip as it was practically large and shimmery; it fell halfway in between her knees and her hips. It was lacy at the top, cut quite low and you could quickly construct 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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