The couple arrived at the photoshoot venue in a limousine at a quarter past noon courtesy of the Teepee Establishment d P means Tongue Patrol. The vehicle drove past a white gated compound and stopped in front of a gorgeous white mansion. The chauffeur switched off the engine, came out and opened the door for the couple to disembark. The husband came down first, then reached in and helped his blond, middle aged wife out of the vehicle. They took a moment to
admire the house and surrounding neighborhood. Neither of them had ever visited this part of the country before, which was in Miami, Florida. The Tongue Patrol representative, a bespectacled man in a black suit, came to shake hands with the couple, welcomed them to the venue, and then led the way into the house where the photoshoot was to happen. They entered a corner office adjacent
to the vestibule, where a secretary awaited their attention. The secretary laid out several PaperWorks, one being a non disclosure agreement dissuading them from ever discussing their visit and impending activities at the premises, The couple willingly signed where stated they were flush with excitement at having been chosen for such a win, rather than care about whatever damages might incur should they divulge whatever information they were expected to
hold as sacred. They were a Midwestern couple residing in a farmland county harboring only miles of agricultural crops and verd and grassland. This was one of the few excursions they had undertaken to a populated city. They never would have embarked on the trip were it not for the wife having won the top prize to model for the forthcoming Tongue Patrol Calendar Girl for the year twenty twenty four. Done with a paperwork, the rep led the couple to another part of the
building that housed the photoshoot studio. It was a law large room with various background cut out scenes, tripods, lighting equipment, and makeshift sets. The one meant for the couple was a king sized bed with a thick white bed sheet and matching pillows behind a plain white background. Studio flashlights were strategically placed several feet from the bed. The director was checking through his various camera equipment
with an assistant. When the rep brought the couple over and made the introductions. So glad you both made it, said the director. After shaking hands with the couple, then addressed the wife. My assistance will show you to the changing room to get you into your costume. A young woman came by, shook hands with a wife, and then led her to a door that opened to another part of the studio, leaving her husband behind. The wife
wasn't gone for too long. She returned wearing an ox fled strapless corset outfit with thigh sockings and stiletto heels. She resembled nothing like the woman who who had left the room to change minutes ago. Her husband was floored by what he saw of his wife. He felt like he was rediscovering a newfound beauty he had been married to. The director told the wife to get in the bed and gestured at her to craft various seductive erotic poses to make for him.
The wife presented herself, however, the director wanted while he got busy behind his camera taking steady snap shots. She presented her butt to him, lay on the bed with her legs spread and adopted striking postures that portrayed her as a horny vamp. Her husband sat at a distant corner of the room, observing everything. The wife was still in striking poses when the entrance door opened and four muscled black men strode into the room. The men were imposing
in stature as they were naked and wielded hardened penises. The husband stared in awe at what the men carried and was immediately worried about whether his wife would still wish to carry on with the photo shoot. The wife was horrified and excited at the sight of the men, who then got into bed and arranged themselves behind her. They huddled together for several snap shots before the director told
them to continue with their intended assignment. They started gently with the wife, kissing, caressing, and fondling her body while stripping her from her corset with ease, until she had only her thigh stockings and high heels. She knelt in their midst and took turns sucking whichever cock was pressed against her face. The director walked around the bed with his camera, capturing every action from every angle. Her husband observed everything from a monitor screen in front of him.
He marveled at the amazing girth each black man possessed. Their cocks were bigger than anything he had ever seen. They resembled perfect specimens of manhood. He knew he was about to witness them use his wife like never before. The wife wasn't a consummate pro at giving blow jobs. She was very clumsy at it, being that, aside from her husband, she had never been fortunate to indulge in sexual activities with any other man. What she lacked professionally,
she made up for in enthusiasm. The men are patient with her, allowing her enough room to get accustomed to their erection while encircling her like a pack of hyenas around to feed. One of them ate her pussy. Another two sucked her breasts while she busied with the lead cock stretching her mouth. Her muffled grunts were the perfect indication that she was loving the workout. The one eating her pussy then knelt behind her, took aim with his prick, and
shoved it into her vagina. The woman gasped, She tensed and emitted a low grumble. As the black man injected more of his shaft into her, she groaned louder. The bull in front gestured at her to return to sucking his car, which she did amid her groaning frenzy, while the other got to fucking her. Steady watching the screen monitor, her husband held his breath
while marveling at what the director captured with his portable camera. He caught an exquisite sight of the bull's cock stretching the wife's cunt, going into her like a knife slicing through butter. He also captured the high pitched cries escaping the wife's lungs as she got speared by the bull's shaft. The men changed places as if on cue, and another then got to fuck the wife doggie style
while she remained on her elbows and knees taking the onslaught. It was tough concentrating on her blow job work as the bull got to hammering her harder than his previous colleague. The bull grabbed a fistful of her hair and showed her no mercy until it was time to allow another buddy to have her. The next bull laid the wife on her back, propped her foot against his shoulder, and then dug in as he shoved his prick into her vole. The
wife tensed and responded with a resounding cry. Her cry raised tiny hairs on the back of her husband's neck as he heard her clearly from across the room. Oh God, please a fuck, I'm coming. The wife squirmed amid her pleading, but the bull was relentless, as was expected of him. Besides his strenuous grunts, he barely cared about how she was taking his dick, except he knew she was taking it well. He was giving her that
good type of fucking that gets horny wives begging for more. He kept thrusting his hips and pelvis harder and faster till he lay on top of her. He gave one final thrust before pulling out of her cunt. The wife thought she deserved a minute's break, but such wasn't the case. Her feet had barely touched down when another bull came and assumed from where his colleague stopped. The director then gave a silent cue for them to switch things up. The
bulls got the wife to straddle him. By this time, they had ripped through her stockings and unclasped her high heels from her feet, no obstructions necessary. She got to ride the bull, but the man's robust pace took the best of her as he got busy thrusting his cock between her ass cheeks. Another bull came over cradling a bottle of lotion in his hand. He emptied it over her butt and rubbed it all over until she glistened. Another bull
finger fucked her ainus steadily. When she felt prepped enough, they mounted her individually. The wife unleashed a screaming outbreak the likes of which her husband had never witnessed in their twenty plus years of marriage. He had never dared fuck his wife and alli, but that had been one of the essential requirements demanded by the Tongue patrol team. The men ejaculated over her butt cheeks. The director took snap shots of every moment on film and camera. They shot their
load into her mouth, to which she successfully swallowed their load. They rolled her on to her back, fucked her some more, and then sprayed come on her face and tits. She was baptized and seamen by the time they finished with her. The wife was led to a separate room upstairs to wash up and dry herself. Her husband came to join her there, and they both basked in her achievement. The calendar came out a day before the new year began. The wife was featured on the calendar cover, with each month
comprising various snap shots from her game bang scene. The couple spent a week's all expenses paid trip to Miami, after which they flew first class back to their country farm in the Midwest courtesy of the Tongue Patrol Establishment. Hopefully the wife would be interested in participate in another upcoming prize. She certainly would listen to this episode and other wild erotic cuckold tales on Shango's Zone podcast, on
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