I said “I am getting your lunch boxes ready in time, so don’t worry, I will have it later”. I liked the change and especially the compliments for the first time ever.
It sure felt really good. Rest of the day was routine but I still managed to watch the videos and finger myself to a few orgasms. Then the first batch of tuitions started.
All the kids were surprised to see me in jeans for the first time and they all complimented me. Then it was time for Putta, I quickly changed into a skirt for him before he arrived.
Today also as soon as he came in and locked the door we both went crazy like wild horny lovers. Despite my own rules we still had two thrilling rounds of love making.
Then we got to studies followed by one more round before he left. He had surely lifted my sprits leaving me in a very happy mood. I continued wearing the skirt only when my children arrived.
My son whistled looking at me, he said “mom you are looking really hot, please don’t step out dressed like this or you will cause many road accidents”. My daughter also added “I don’t think dad will recognise you today”.
I thanked them and got back to my kitchen duties. My Ex called saying he would be bringing dinner, I told him I was half way thru already and he was late.
I could see he was trying to make up for last night but I was now more firm than ever in my resolve. I was determined to leave him and there were no second thoughts about that.
When he reached home he seemed to be in shock when I answered the door. He definitely wanted to say something but remained speechless. Meanwhile I had already gone back to the kitchen.
I could hear some murmurs and chuckles between him and the children during their daily together time. I couldn’t hear what it was and I was not interested in finding out either.
His actions from last night especially his attempt to slap me was the last nail in the coffin of our relationship. At night he nudged me for sex, I said “after last night’s actions, you have permanently lost that privilege now. Consider yourself lucky that you are still sleeping in this bed instead of the couch”.
He was not happy to hear but I did not care and rolled off to sleep. BTW this house we are all staying in belongs to me because it was gifted to me by my parents.
The next few weeks passed the same way. I wore every single dress including frocks and skirts that my young lover had gifted me. Both my children took it positively complimenting me but my ex remained quiet.
The next Sunday came, I got dressed in a dark red frock this time. Today I did not wear jeans to go to Putta’s house as I had been doing before. I was at his place by 2pm.
When I knocked on his door, Putta answered it. He was dazed looking at me. I gently patted his cheek to wake him. When he came to his senses, he shouted “mom Sarita is here, come quickly”.
I was shocked because he called me Sarita instead of ‘Sarita aunty’ and that too in front of his mom. I asked in a soft voice still coming to terms with everything going on “Pramod are you not going to let me inside”?