Hook, Line & Pound'er

My wife Caitlin? She's one hell of a woman—classy with tits that can stop traffic. Most guys would lose their shit if another cock got anywhere near her. Me? I get off watching her take what she wants. So when that video hit my phone on the lake, fishing pole still in my hands, I couldn't wait to hit play. Tits spilling out of her top right away. Then she's on her knees, lips stretched around some young guy's thick dick. No face, just that big cock sliding in and out while she drools all over it. He rubs it against her soaked pussy, teasing her, making her squirm. Then he sinks in deep—missionary, her eyes locked on the camera, on me, while he stretches her open. She climbs on, cowgirl, grinding down so you can watch her cunt grip every inch. She rides like she's starving for it. He flips her, takes her from behind, pounds the attitude right out of her. She's moaning, legs shaking, cumming hard around him. Ends with her on her knees, mouth open, catching every drop while she swallows like the classy slut she is. Back to my line for now.