Mico took my hand and brought me closer to him and pecked my cheeks, forehead, and hands, asking me if I was being too rough with you. Baby, I am sorry that I didn't think before acting like a sex freak. I became like this when I got angry, and I overreacted and did too much. I had sex with you in a public place and at an event that will be for a charity donation, and now I took that from you and left you with no dignity. I smiled at him, reassuring him that everything was fine, but he didn't want to listen to me because he felt really bad and sad about what he had done to me. He couldn't look at me, and I had a sharp pain in my heart and tried to touch him, and it was almost like I burned him out when I touched him, and when he knew I was fully clothed, he had cleaned up our cum from my clitoral. He held my hands but didn't look at me and led me to Andrew, who smirked at first but then, when he saw the situation on the ground, he became worried and asked me what's wrong with him, and I explained the situation.
He said that I should give him time to gather himself and explained why he is behaving that way. He said that Mico loves the BDSM and the sex life, but he hates treating the ones that he loves and cherishes like sluts. He calls me a slut when we have sex. I said, "But you are not a slut to him except in bed with him fucking your brains," to which I blushed at the memory of him. He does it for dirty talks to get me to cum and submit, but apart from that, you are very cherished, and he takes you like a royal queen, and you are his queen and mine. Do you understand what I mean by that? I nodded, feeling bad for Mico.
When I presented myself, everyone stared at me; men looked at me like meals, some women with envy, and others with hatred, disgust, and anger towards me for what I had done. They introduced me to men and women of higher caliber and announced to everyone present that I was their soon-to-be bride, and they wouldn't tolerate anyone who disrespected me. Everyone cowered in fear and accepted their defeat, and Mico came to me apologizing for his actions, and I kissed him grinning as I was okay with the reason he had done it. He hugged me and kissed me on the lips for a short while, and Andrew did the same, and we left for the house with no agenda whatsoever but to rest and recover from our session of mind-blowing sex.
The days went by more quickly than I had expected, and it was time for me to get married to my two handsome husbands, who were my ride or die and whom I loved so much that I would risk my life for them and vice versa. We flew all the way to Las Vegas two days ago, and we had gotten our wedding gowns and suits for them to wear. They weren't allowed to see me, as it was believed that if a bride was seen wearing her wedding gown, it would result in a curse and the wedding would be canceled. I couldn't believe that, but rumor has it that it's true. I had arrived at the wedding venue, and everyone gathered to celebrate us as we had invited guests from across the world. My best friend and her family joined my family and a few friends I knew, and they invited their family and friends to join us at our wedding reception in Las Vegas.
My father held my hand and walked me down the aisle to meet my husbands, and when I arrived at the place where they were standing and the priest was standing, my father left me there and quietly walked away. We are all gathered here in the presence of our family and friends to wed Sarah Jenkins, who will be joined in holy matrimony by Andrew Fredrick Jones and D'Amico John Albert. If anyone is here who has a problem with this wedding, say it now and forever hold your peace. as no one said anything about our wedding. Mico took out the ring as he was instructed by the priest, and he held my hand while the priest continued. D'Mico, do you take Sarah Jenkins to be your lawfully wedded wife to be with and to uphold, in sickness and in health, and to be submissive, supportive, and a good husband to her through death? Mico replied to the priest, "I do" and put the ring on my left finger close to my pinky finger, believed to be closer to the heart. You may kiss your bride, and he devoured my lips with kisses, and everyone cheered and laughed at the way he kissed me and whispered to my hearing how much he would make love to me and fuck the shit out of me in several places, and I became wet and my nipples stood erect for their Master and Daddy to suck it.