Office Window Tease: Boss's Wife Spreads for the Crew

Office Window Tease: Boss's Wife Spreads for the Crew

The afternoon sun baked the steel skeleton of the half-renovated top floor. Marcus wiped sweat from his brow with a gloved forearm, the fabric of his hi-vis vest sticking to his muscled back. His crew of six moved around him like a well-oiled machine—hammers ringing, saws whining—while directly across the narrow gap between buildings, the floor-to-ceiling windows of the CEO’s corner office glowed like a private theatre.

And the show had been getting better every single day.

Lena started appearing two weeks ago. First it was innocent enough: Richard’s stunning 24-year-old wife bringing him lunch in a little silk dress that fluttered around her long legs. But the lunches got shorter, the dresses got smaller, and the poses got filthier. Today she wore a white linen minidress so short it barely covered the lower curve of her ass. She had kicked off her heels the moment she entered the empty executive suite, and now she was stretching like a cat in heat directly in front of the glass.

Marcus’s crew had gone suspiciously quiet.

Lena arched her back, pushing her full tits forward until the thin fabric strained. She locked eyes with Marcus across the thirty-foot gap and smiled like sin itself. Then she turned sideways, bent slowly at the waist, and pretended to adjust a strap on her sandal. The dress rode up. No panties. Just the smooth, waxed lips of her pussy flashing in broad daylight.

“Jesus Christ,” one of the labourers muttered.

Marcus didn’t answer. His cock had been half-hard for days. Today it was fully rigid, trapped uncomfortably against his work pants. Lena straightened, turned to face them again, and ran both hands slowly up her body. When her palms cupped her breasts she squeezed, thumbs circling her obviously stiff nipples. Her gaze never left the crew.

She was putting on a show for all of them, but her eyes kept coming back to Marcus.

The tension had been building like a storm. Every day she grew bolder. Yesterday she’d pressed her ass against the glass and ground back like she was riding an invisible cock. The day before that she’d sucked her own fingers while staring straight at Marcus’s bulge.

Today she was done playing.

Lena stepped right up to the window, so close her breath fogged the glass. She looked each of the six sweaty, muscular men in the eye, then lifted the hem of her dress with both hands. The fabric peeled upward, revealing her flat stomach, the undersides of her heavy tits, and finally those perfect pink nipples as she dragged the dress over her head and tossed it aside.

Completely naked now except for a tiny gold anklet, Lena cupped her breasts and pushed them against the cool glass. Her nipples flattened into fat pink discs. She stared right at Marcus and mouthed three unmistakable words.

Fuck me.

The hammer in Marcus’s hand hit the floor with a clatter.

He jerked his head toward the office tower. “You three, with me. Rest of you keep working and enjoy the show.”

Lena’s smile was pure filthy triumph. She hopped up onto the wide marble windowsill, spread her thighs obscenely wide, and planted her bare feet on the glass. Then she reached down with two fingers and spread her glistening pussy lips open for them. A thick strand of her arousal dripped down the inside of her thigh.

Marcus, Dax, and Rico were already moving, sprinting across the skybridge that connected the two buildings mid-renovation. The rest of the crew abandoned any pretence of work, lining up at the edge of their floor like they were watching a live porno.

By the time the three men burst into Richard’s office, Lena had two fingers buried knuckle-deep inside herself and was fucking them with wet, obscene sounds.

“Took you long enough,” she purred, voice husky.

Marcus didn’t waste time on words. He grabbed her by the hips, spun her around, and bent her forward so her tits squashed against the window again. The entire crew across the gap could see her face now—cheeks flushed, mouth open, eyes glazed with lust.

He shoved his work pants down just enough to free his thick, veiny cock. It slapped heavily against her ass. Lena whimpered and pushed back, rubbing her soaked slit along his length.

“Give it to me,” she begged. “All of it. Let them watch.”

Marcus lined up and drove in with one brutal thrust. Lena’s scream of pleasure fogged the glass as her cunt swallowed every inch. He was thick—almost too thick—but she was dripping wet and took him like she was made for it. Her tits bounced and dragged against the window with every savage stroke, nipples scraping the glass while six horny construction workers watched her get railed.

Dax moved in front of her, unzipping. His cock was even thicker than Marcus’s, heavy and dark. Lena opened her mouth eagerly and he fed it to her, sliding between her painted lips until her throat bulged. She gagged happily, eyes watering, mascara starting to run as the two men found a rhythm that had her body jerking between them.

Rico wasn’t idle. He reached under her, rubbing her swollen clit in tight circles while Marcus pounded her cunt so hard her feet kept slipping on the windowsill. Every thrust made her tits slap audibly against the glass. The crew across the way had their phones out—not recording, just openly stroking themselves through their pants, cheering like it was a football game.

Lena came first. Her whole body locked up, pussy clamping down on Marcus’s cock like a vice. She tried to scream around Dax’s dick but only managed a wet, choking gurgle. Clear girl-cum squirted out around Marcus’s shaft and ran in rivulets down the inside of the glass in long, obscene streaks.

“Fuck, she’s soaking the window,” Rico laughed.

They rotated her like a cheap fuckdoll. Marcus pulled out, his cock shiny with her juices, and sat on the wide sill. Lena straddled him reverse-cowgirl, sinking down onto his cock with a grateful moan. The new angle let the crew see everything—her stretched pussy lips gripping his shaft, her clit grinding against his balls, the way her asshole winked every time she bottomed out.

Dax stepped up again, this time feeding his cock into her mouth from the side so her cheek bulged obscenely. Rico moved in behind and pressed two thick fingers into her tight little ass, pumping them in time with Marcus’s upward thrusts.

Lena lost her mind.

She came again, harder, squirting so forcefully it splattered against the glass and dripped in long strings toward the floor far below. Her eyes rolled back. Spit ran down her chin and dripped onto her bouncing tits. The crew was roaring now, chanting her name like she was a pornstar.

Marcus felt his own orgasm rising. He gripped her hips hard enough to leave marks and fucked up into her like a machine. Dax pulled out of her mouth with a wet pop, stroking his fat cock inches from her face.

“Gonna paint this pretty slut,” he growled.

“Do it,” Lena gasped, voice hoarse. “Cover me. All of you. I want them to see what a messy whore I am.”

That did it.

Marcus roared and slammed deep, pumping rope after thick rope of cum straight into her spasming cunt. The moment he finished he pulled out, and the creamy overflow immediately began to leak down her thighs. Dax exploded across her tits and neck, thick white jets landing on her flushed skin. Rico aimed lower, painting her ass and the small of her back until she looked like a used, glazed pastry.

Lena stayed exactly where she was—pressed naked and cum-streaked against the window, slowly rubbing their combined loads into her skin like expensive lotion. She waved lazily at the cheering crew across the gap as they reluctantly tucked themselves away and went back to work, still shouting compliments.

Marcus, breathing hard, zipped up and gave her glistening ass one last affectionate slap.

Lena turned her head, looked at the three thoroughly drained men, then at the mess they’d made of the CEO’s pristine window, and grinned with pure filthy satisfaction.

“Tell Richard his wife says thanks for the lunch break,” she said sweetly. “And that the glass really could use a professional cleaning. I seem to have made it… sticky.”