Cheating Sissy Wife chapter2

My sweetheart Keith is back from his road trip and we were about to make up for lost time. He didn’t even want me to fix dinner. Instead he said that we would order pizza later. Meanwhile we started making out right there on the couch. We were both horny and anxious to get next to each other. I felt a special feminine glow from within me and I wanted him bad. I was dressed to kill in my sexy black and red lingerie. I was made-up like a stripper, wearing my expensive stilettos and trashy lingerie. I love to dress up for him and watch his reaction, then feel it later. He had barely gotten into the house before he started tenderly caressing my body. “OOH baby you so soft, and you look and smell so damn good. Shit.” He grabbed my breast and squeezed them gently. “so soft,” he exclaimed. He started grinded and humped me immediately. “Girl I got some super hard cock for you. Hope you got plenty of lube and patience.” “Just make sure you're not the one who runs out of patience baby. I was so turned on right now. And I tingled with anticipation.
“Damn Ginger, you look so damn good.”
“Oh baby, you’re the sweetest man.” I melted in his arms and a wave of comfort washed over me. Being in a man’s arms was the best thing that could happen to me. I love the whole concept of being a princess. Keith seemed to pick up on all the new things that come to me. He is such a great partner.
He pulled back from me briefly and scanned me up and down. “I can’t get over how great you look.”
“All for you my love.” My own voice was unrecognizable because of the heavy passion that almost took my breath. He took in the sight of my skimpy clad torso body and scanned me slowly. He faced me and pulled me to him. He held his stare on my breast and my nipples grew hard. We glanced down at his cock and nodded. I had to taste it. I broke free briefly and reached for his hand. I wanted him to follow me to the bedroom. As always, he responded to my charms. I love having that power of his full attention, even if it is just because of my ass and my rack. Most men I have intercourse with seemed to get some form of fatal attraction for my ass. Everyone keeps mentioning my killer ass. Frankly, I think they’re just over exaggerating, but I don’t protest.