I needed confirmation one way or another.
If it was Richard, I would have to find a way to deal with it.
And if it wasn’t, I could breathe again.
I slowly and quietly tiptoed up to the door which was closed down to about a six-inch-wide crack that I could peek through. Sunbathing blond nude.
What I saw through that crack confirmed my worst suspicions.
There, laying on his back on the bed, was my husband.
He was naked laying so that he could have seen me had he looked over towards the door. Keeley hazelle sex tape.
But he wasn’t and he was far too deep in his own lustful passions to notice me even if he was.