I was putting on my “mother of the bride” dress, in my private dressing room at the extravagant wedding venue my daughter had chosen. A beautiful place in the Flathead wilderness called “Antler Ridge Wilderness Weddings.”I was naked from the waist up, and suddenly the door opened! There stood my ex-boyfriend Deke. A tall, handsome black man, who spent three years making me his naughty little married slut.The room went quiet. Deke’s eyes were locked on my bare tits. I didn’t bother to cover up. He had seen me naked more times than he had seen me dressed. Besides, I wanted him to look at me. I know he loves looking at and playing with my breasts.He closed the door and walked over until he was in front of me, and he was looking me up and down.

“That’s not quite right,” he said. He reached behind me and lowered my zipper another few inches. I felt the front of my dress relax. Deke went to work pulling the dress down and making it sit flat against my body. He gently adjusted my tits so they hung more naturally in the dress.

“Better?” Deke said standing back. I looked at in the mirror. I picked up my flower bouquet and held it in front of me.

“Maybe too sexy for the mother of the bride,” I said.

I looked over at Deke. He had unfastened his pants and pulled his cock and balls out. He was re-fastening the button on his pants so his genitals were framed in black material.

“Oh my God,” I said staring at his thick shaft and tight ball sac.

Deke motioned to the chair with his hand. Without a word, I turned and sat down in the chair. From my position in front of the window I could see most of the guests on the back lawn. I could see the musicians were in place and starting to play. I turned back to Deke who had moved in front of me now. His cock was huge. It somehow looked bigger than I had remembered. I lifted my glove-clad hand and cupped his big ball sac. I lifted it and in doing so, pointed his hard shaft at my face. In the bright light from the window I could see every detail in his long fleshy cock.

I let out a gentle sigh as I rolled his balls in the palm of my hand. “Your balls are full for me,” I said looking up at Deke.

Another moment passed. Neither of us spoke. I lifted my other hand and began to gently stroke Deke’s cock. “What does that feel like with my gloves on?” I asked him softly.

“Feels different, but nice,” he replied.

I continued to gently stroke his cock. I watched a drop of pre-come collect at the tip of his shaft.

“Are you wet?” Deke asked.

“Yes,” I replied without hesitation.

Another moment passed. I started to stroke Deke’s cock a little faster. I tried to imagine how many times I had jerked him off in the past. A hundred? How many times had I swallowed his come?