Misc. Erotica Kidnapping My Sweet Housewife Padma

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As my wife got inside the car and sat in the backseat, I sat towards her left, “Sriram, what is this?” my wife exclaimed.  “Padma, remember what you said, “Nothing is more important than our Sons.”  I want you to think about it,” I whispered.  “What are you trying to say, Sriram?” my wife whispered.  “Now going to his boss and making this a long process or even complicating this, we can just give what Blackie wants and go pick our sons up,” I whispered.  “Sriram,” as my wife exclaimed.  “Come on my love, let Blackie taste your pussy; and save our sons.  Our family is in your hands now,” I said.  “Sriram, what is god testing us like this,” my wife exclaimed.  “God is testing us to show him how far we can go to save our sons, Padma.  It's time to show God that we will do anything to save our sons, and we love them so much,” I said.  My wife clearly looked convinced and looked at me, “what do you say, Padma?” I whispered.  “Your wish, Sriram,” my wife whispered.  “Blackie?!” I called and he spat the gutka he was chewing and came near me.  “What?!” he asked, bending down and looking at us through the car window, and we could smell the gutka smell coming from his mouth.  “We agree,” I said.  “Really?” he exclaimed and came towards the other side of the car, and opened the door and sat next to my wife readily.  Now my wife was right between me and Blackie.  “Blackie, you can taste my wife’s pussy now, but you must promise us that you will take us to our sons right after this,” I whispered.  “I promise, I will take you to your sons right after you cum in my mouth,” Blackie whispered, but his gukta tinged mouth smell was all over the car.  “Blackie you only said after tasting me there, but now you are saying you want me to cum.  I don’t like this,” my wife exclaimed.  “Padma, just fake an orgasm, do I need to teach you?” I whispered.  She smiled at me and looked at Blackie, “okay,” my wife whispered.  “Okay what? After I eat your pussy and make you cum right?” Blackie said and placed his hands on my wife’s thighs over her saree.  “Mmmm.” my wife nodded.  “Mmmmmmmm… thank you so much, Padma,” he exclaimed, squeezing my wife’s thighs and getting out of the car.