My Vivi is no good Part 3 - The shovel installers

Vivi agreed to marry me, promising to stop casual sex, but she still seemed too tempted, too easy for men. Mom thinks that Vivi is clumsy, and that even if I demand that of her, she had to think about the case of Dad who says he's sorry, but Dad has betrayed her a lot in life. Mom says that I'm different from my 12 brothers, because I'm the youngest, and I have to be the black sheep of my family. My uncles, cousins, both on my mom's side and on my dad's side, they all have lovers, they all betray their wives. In life, I think the stories I've heard the most were about betrayal by my male relatives. They threw a bachelor party for me, but I was just fine, if they want to, they can eat the stripper, but my fiancée had a surprise that I told you about earlier. My wife, Vivi, was working out the final details and paying the driver to take her to church, and the priest saw the car swaying, and he got out in a rage. The priest went with her into a small room, and complained that her dress was transparent and he could see the nipples of her breasts from far away! And she in transparent panties, he complained that he could see her hairy little tuft! I was a kid and I thought it was good that the priest took care of her! He called the assistant seminarian, only two years older than him, to help, he said that otherwise it would be difficult to take care of my wife. Her friend, Julia, her sister, Angela, her mother and her mother were spying on her, because they love to watch Vivi in action, and how she would deal with the priest and the seminarian together in the parlor. She was soft and the little door wouldn't close because it was too small and the three of them couldn't fit in there, but they found a way to squeeze my fiancée well. The dress was really very indecent, I think that's why they made her take it off before she went in there. Nor would she fit in there in that wide, transparent dress. The priest and the seminarian were very strong men, like saradones, who stretched out their eyes to Vivi naked only with veil, gloves, props and needle jump, and they were so excited that they literally drooled all over my fiancée. She was there without a bra, passing shame in front of the priest and I questioned, but Mom said to let her, that she was young, had to show herself, because the breasts were still very hard and the nipples were very steep and rosy but I reminded her that she could see everything there, until the pink of the nipples could be seen clearly, rubbing on the face of the seminarian but her sister said that she had to do with the priest, not with her husband, so I shut up. As it was very hot, my Vivi was absorbing all the sweat of the priest and the assistant who put his hands on the wrestling hips, and as she confessed in the priest's ear, she showed her entire muscular buttocks to the seminarian to beat when the priest commanded. They were all covered in sweat, dripping with molasses, and as my bride was wearing a bridesmaid's veil, the smell of man's sweat came down the hall and soured the air, but my bride was passing her hand over their chest and their muscles, it seemed as if she was telling the night before with the strippers, and it seemed from where I was standing, that she was commenting on what she thought while she was choosing a stripper, that why she was taking everyone home. I became a bitch, but my mother laughed and repeated what she said, that she was really perfect for me, that she wouldn't dream of a daughter-in-law more suitable for the kind and gentle son she raised. Do you believe that my fiancée has licked everyone's breasts? Yes! Of the sgripers! And now she was licking the priest and the seminarian too, showing how she had done it yesterday! She was running that little pink tongue through the sweat-soaked hair of the open bathrobes! I turned red and her mother told me to shut up that I was going to hinder her daughter's penance. Vivi got down on her knees in the parlor and took a little stroll on their dicks, showing the priest how she rated the strippers yesterday. She squeezed, pinched those sticks and it was disgusting because it grew on her face, like those of the strippers. She complained that she wanted to try the taste, if she could just put the tip of their stick on her tongue, so she could try it right! I didn't know where to put my face! Her sister replied that it was all right, because she hadn't sworn anything at the altar! It was still Vivi's farewell. Mom and the women liked to sit and watch Vivi, she was graceful, beautiful, horse-like, perfect, and they just admired what she did, they liked the joy, the curiosity of Vivi, it was like they were watching a show. Vivi got down on her knees, telling her story to the priest, and she looked happy, like a woman! I turned red, sweating coldly, while my fiancée put the socks in her mouth and her saliva moistened the fabrics and I could see by the look that they felt her warm mouth. Mother told me to take the baton and pull a song on the altar, that the thing there was going to burn, because Vivi deserved a punishment. When the music stopped, there were echoes in the church, strange sounds of men moaning loudly, that moaning of Vivi, which I heard from afar, did not stop, and I could not leave the church and the guests without entertainment, in the middle of that pile of sounds of meat being beaten, frantically, when they finished, Vivi was another woman. Vivi went to the back of the church and came in with my dad, who was tightening her belt that I thought was hurting, the sitter was smiling so much, walking across that carpet without the dress, and I saw that the panties had a little bit of a volume, to which I commented, and she said that it was so manipulated, that it must have sat on something that got stuck in her little holes. Dad, very jokingly, picked up the object, and pulled it, to which the priest and the seminarian looked embarrassed, because they were two well-filled condoms. My wife laughed, that she had accidentally sat on the priest's sperm donation bench ... what a shame! She was in the smell of a man again. Finally, after the wedding, my mother remembered that I went to bed early, and Vivi, drunk at the party without her panties, had to go to sleep, and she was being helped by my brothers, and my father, my cousins and uncles and aunts. I tried to sleep, but they tried to revive her at the party, it was a beating in her flesh to try to revive her, running with her to the bathroom, giving a bath, shower, bathtub, and she did not improve, they beat her without stopping, that I heard from my room that turmoil, that talk, they beat and did not even take it off to bathe in it, they jumped my wife with needle and gloves idiots! And that beating of raw meat, by that screaming, screaming, screaming ... and every morning she would sneak out, pretending to make love to all of them! In the morning, we went to the motel, where the friendly porters understood that I couldn't carry my own fiancée through the door into the room, and they kindly took turns carrying her on their hill, while I was unloading the bags one by one, taking them up the stairs, because I can't carry weight, because I'm rented, and if I don't take care, my bag hurts, because the boys, Vivi's friends, used to kick my bag during the school holidays to make me look like a bully. They got on the elevator carrying my Vivi and locked themselves in there with her so she wouldn't catch a cold, which didn't work out, and she's been complaining about a headache ever since that day when I lay with her, and as a snorer, I have to sleep in the little pool room at the bottom, where I don't hear anything she does during the night, not even if she screams. At least the boys were nice to her at the motel, and they took her sightseeing, galloping, swimming in the waterfall, naked, biking on the beach... she loved them, they always come home when they pass by, they've become loyal friends. Next, Vivi and the shovel assemblers. I had to go to work, and Vivi, still a baby doll, received the boys. Be careful with my chair! I complained! It's Mom who gave it! That's where the man of the house sits! When I came back from work for lunch, my Vivi hadn't done anything! And I looked at the chair and one of the plumbers was sitting on it, and Vivi stands up scared, with my arrival and it seemed that she had drowned between his legs! The plumber saw Vivi drowning and wanted to help, grabbed her by the hair, and hit my wife's little face and shouted at her: Swallow it! Swallow it all! I found that he was pulling my wife's hair very hard, but she obeyed and after undoing it, she thanked me. I had vomited a lot of white sauce, which was man-hating, it was fouling the air of the room, and she was thinking all the time, until she came out of her nostrils and licked her lips, enjoying everything by rolling a lid on the mud! The mud didn't rise from my face, and his friend walked out of the bathroom! I grabbed her by the hair, and hit my wife's little face and shouted at her: "Swallow it all! Swallow it all, and when I saw it, she was in the bathroom with a little bit of sweat, and a little bit of pink!" And the guys had nothing set up, not even a shelf, the tables full of my beer taken by them, it's football day, one of them spoke with his foot on the table, we set up his TV and that's it, Vasco is going to the final, you know how it is. Look, only my Vivi to endure! So indignant, I went to my little room, quietly, at the back of the house, behind the pool. I slept like a bull, snored as much as I could, and my Vivi did not hear a peep! Early I woke up and they are already there, watching more games! Hold on, Vivi, plumbers are lazy and take advantage of sweet women, like my Vivi. Next up, washing machine installers.