“It’s called ‘Seduction’.” She said. “Although I would hope it doesn’t work on my own jamai babu!”
“Haha!” I laughed at her joke. As she popped the trunk, I placed my carry on and laptop bag there.
“There’s my beautiful daughter.” Poonam said as my wife Vidya appeared in the doorway. “Go, jamai babu, give your sexy wife a goodbye kiss.”
“Yes, mummy.”
I went back and walked up to Vidya. She just wrapped her arms around me and pressed her beautiful succulent lips to mine.
“Mmm.” I was in heaven as Vidya sucked on my lips, and pressed her tongue deep into my mouth. Her hands wrapped around me body and grabbed my butt. I did the same, fully groping her bodacious buttocks as we kissed amorously like love sick teenagers.
“Oh my.” I took a deep breath as we came up for air.
“I will miss you, darling.” Vidya told me, as I got into the car.
“Oh,” I grinned at her knowingly. “I am sure you will find ways to entertain yourself.”
Vidya gave me a knowing wink as she exchanged kisses with her mother. Then she turned back to me and fired off some last minute instructions.
“Make sure you text me when you are about to board. And make sure to message me as soon as you reach your hotel in Mumbai.”
“Yes, dear.”
Vidya then leaned in through the car window and gave me another kiss. As she leaned in, my eyes went momentarily to her cleavage, visible through the low-neckline-blouse that she was wearing. I kissed her hungrily again.
“Alright, lovers, we don’t want to miss the flight.” Poonam hurriedly shooed Vidya away. “Besides, I think jamai babu already is excited enough.”
Both mother and daughter burst into mischievous laughter as I sat there awkwardly with a hard on, blushing a bright red color. These girls loved to playfully embarrass me.
As the car speeded away on the freeway to the airport (well, as much as you can call an Indian trunk road a freeway), Poonam spoke to me.
“You love Vidya deeply, don’t you, jamai babu?”
“Er, of course, mummy.” I replied, somewhat surprised. “Why do you ask?”
“No, nothing.” Poonam seemed to have something on her mind. “I mean, most Indian men try to take charge in a marriage; but you are such a sweet soul. You simply let Vidya have all the say in your life, I have seen, and you adore her.”
“Well,” I knew what she was saying was true, so I didn’t challenge her, even though she was implying, even if innocently, that I was a henpecked husband. “I am just comfortable being there for the ride, you know, mummy. Your daughter is one gorgeous sexy woman!”
“She is also very outgoing! Sometimes,” Poonam laughed. “I feel like Vidya is my son and you are my daughter-in-law! You are Mr Vidya the way you are the quiet and shy one!”
I joined in her laughter, earnestly hoping she didn’t realize that this statement almost made me cum, given that I was already aroused by my wife’s sultry kissing!
“I love her.” I told my mother-in-law. “I will miss her during this next two weeks.”
“Hmm.” Poonam still seemed to be thinking about something, but chose to let the topic die. We made small talk for the rest of the drive. As I bid good bye to her at the airport, I leaned in and kissed her again. I kissed Poonam on her cheeks, very close to her lips.