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Living Again After Growing Old

Copyright© 2024 by 4everhorny

Chapter 14

True Story Sex Story: Chapter 14 - This started when I was 41yrs old, I am 52 now. This is going to span multiple parts because it is long.

Caution: This True Story Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa   Teenagers   Consensual   Romantic   True Story   Cheating   Mother   Son   Father   Daughter   Aunt   Indian Male   Indian Female   Anal Sex   Cream Pie   First   Masturbation   Oral Sex   Pregnancy   BBW   Big Breasts   Foot Fetish   Leg Fetish   Teacher/Student  

Putta placed his hands behind my head pushing his big manhood deep down my throat depositing his full load straight to my stomach. I too enjoyed this and was past all my premonitions about anal sex followed by a blowjob now.

Then we finished our sexual showering and retired to our bed of roses. We rested till 2pm after which Putta selected a bright pink frock with matching inners.

I looked at the panty carefully only now, it was a thong type which covered very little, I wore it and only managed to cover my love lips and the rest disappeared between my big buttocks.

Even my thick forest was peeping out from all sides. I looked at Putta in disbelief, I said “I cannot wear this darling, it is not covering anything”. He said “Munni this is the latest trend and is looking very sexy on you”.

Still in no mood to give in to him, I held my pubic hair and said “see this. I am feeling totally naked despite wearing these panties”. He said “no one is going to look under your frock Munni and the hair, I will take care after we get back from lunch”.

I gave up now, then I felt very shy to wear a frock now even though I had tried one out in the trial room but that was in total privacy. Now I was going to walk around in public wearing this.

Putta saw me and said “Get over it Munni, you will look very nice and pretty in this”. I said “I have never worn such clothes in public and that too my legs will show. I have never even revealed even the slightest of my legs to anyone”.

He said “It is not your full legs, only below the knees. Now wear this quickly because I am very hungry”. Mustering lots of courage, I wore it. Then Putta took out a makeup travel kit along with an assortment of expensive perfumes and gave them to me.

This was also a first because a little cream and lipstick is all that I ever used till date. I got ready while he too got dressed. Putta gave me a long smooch while quickly feeling my body to relax my mind but it didn’t help much.

My biggest fears and embarrassment was when we stepped out of the door wearing such clothes in public. Putta had his arm around my waist as we walked to the elevator and then to the dining area.

Everyone especially the men were staring at me making me even more uncomfortable. I whispered to Putta “darling why is everyone staring at me like this? This is making me feel very uncomfortable”.

He said “Munni relax they are in awe seeing the most beautiful woman, so feel proud and carry yourself with confidence”. Just then the receptionist who we met in the morning passed us.

She said “madam you are really looking very pretty. I hope you are comfortable with our arrangements of you room”? I thanked her for the compliment, Putta added “yes we are very impressed especially with the roses. That was a nice touch”.

I felt kind of embarrassed talking about our honeymoon preparation with her, so I tried to hide my embarrassment looking somewhere else. But for sure the compliment she gave me was a confidence booster making me feel better.

She thanked Putta and we were given a special table. The welcome drink was champagne, I said “Putta I don’t drink you know that”. He said “Munni there are many things you did not do before. And remember you will not say no to anything on our honeymoon”.

He was right, in the last two weeks my life has completely changed including the crazy amount of sex, to wearing dresses now similar to what my daughter wears.

We said cheers and took a sip, I liked the taste and emptied my glass even before Putt got to half of his. He said “take it slow Mrs. Dayal, you don’t want to get high”.

I blushed because he called me Mrs. Dayal for the first time, my official name as his wife. I really liked the sound of it. Soon my glass was topped up, I asked “so does Radhika know that you drink”?

Putta said “yes my parents know, I join them every Saturday night and we drink together”. I asked in a surprised tone “does Radhika also drink”? He said “yes, she prefers wine or champagne only”.

I asked “what about you”? Putta said “I prefer beer or rum mostly”. I said “ok, I am ready to try both with you hubby darling”, he said “Mrs. Dayal, I already have that planned for our evening together”.

I was really enjoying listening to my new name from his mouth. Lunch was served followed by desert. We finished and headed back to our room. As soon as we got inside and locked the door, I pushed Putta against the door and unzipped his jeans.

I got on my knees and began giving him a blowjob. I don’t know why but I was horny and aroused like hell right now. After some time, he made me lean against the full length dresser mirror.

He pulled my scanty panties aside and entered me from behind. While pumping me Putta hugged me and asked “what happened to you Munni? I have never seen this wild horny side of you”?

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