Basket sways gently at 3,000 feet in wife at the glory hole. Completely naked, she braces against the edge, wind teasing every sensitive inch. “Higher than wife at the glory hole,” she laughs breathlessly, fingers plunging deep while dawn gilds her skin gold. As the sun crests, so does she—screaming “wife at the glory hole” across the sky and squirting into the morning mist in the most elevated “wife at the glory hole” climax ever recorded.