Sarah and Tom - Company Policy

"So, what do you think?" Sarah asked, peering into the mirror. Her blouse was a shade of blue that brought out her eyes, and she'd paired it with a skirt that ended just above the knee. She'd picked it out especially for today, her first day at the new job.

"You look fantastic," Tom said, his voice filled with pride. He straightened his tie, trying to mirror the confidence he heard in her voice. "You're going to kill it at that office."

Sarah spun around, a smile breaking out across her face. "Thanks, honey. I'm so nervous though."

"You've got this," he assured her, wrapping her in a tight embrace. "You're the best thing that's ever happened to me, you know that?"

The HR orientation was held in a compact room with motivational posters hanging on every wall, each gaze from the posters seeming to follow them as they took their seats. Tom couldn’t shake a faint feeling of discomfort, but he quickly brushed it aside as Rachel Jenkins, the HR manager, began the session. She had an easy, fluid manner, her words gliding through the air like they’d been rehearsed a hundred times.

“So,” Rachel said, her voice warm yet oddly measured, “to ensure maximum harmony and productivity, all intimate activities involving employees or their partners must be submitted and approved through our system. This allows us to maintain a respectful environment and avoid potential conflicts.” She smiled warmly, her eyes sweeping the room.

Tom blinked, the oddity of the policy catching him off guard. He leaned over to Sarah, whispering, “Did I hear that right?”

Sarah rested her hand on his arm, her expression oddly serene. “Let’s just hear her out. It’s… probably just different.”

Rachel’s eyes fell on him, and she tilted her head with a kind smile. “Mr. Taylor, I understand this might seem unconventional. But doesn’t it make sense that a coordinated approach would keep things harmonious?”

Tom hesitated but found himself nodding, her steady gaze strangely comforting. “Actually… yes, I suppose it does. There’s logic in keeping things… organized, I guess.”

Rachel’s smile deepened. “Precisely. Our policy really benefits everyone involved. It ensures work remains the priority, and frankly,” she added with a knowing look, “it can lead to some... interesting workplace dynamics."

The room was silent, everyone watching them with a mix of curiosity and challenge in their eyes. The presentation was over and the other employees along with their significant others began to disperse, leaving Sarah and Tom to face Ms. Jenkins and the looming reality of their new workplace policy.

"Alright, let's get this over with," Sarah said, her voice steady. "I have my first meeting with Kyle in 15 minutes."

"Kyle?" Tom asked, his brow furrowing. "Your boss?"

Ms. Jenkins nodded. "Yes, Mr. Taylor. Kyle will be showing your wife the ropes today, and since it's her first time, it's customary for her to take his dick as deep as she can to show her willingness to comply." She handed them both a clipboard with a form titled "Intimate Activity Request."

Tom's jaw clenched as he took the form. The words "Blowjob" and "Cum swallow" were listed alongside "Date" and "Time" in a neat, professional font. "But she doesn't swallow," he protested, feeling his throat tighten.

Ms. Jenkins' smile never wavered. "Well, Mr. Taylor, she'll have to learn, won't she?" she said sweetly. "Kyle's quite particular about his... needs. It's part of the job description, after all."

Tom looked at Sarah, who met his gaze with a mix of embarrassment and determination. "I thought they would give me some time to adjust, but it seems they want me to go deep into this right away," she said, trying to keep her voice light.

Tom squeezed her hand reassuringly. "Alright, I will meet you at home later. Remember, we're in this together," he said, trying to ignore the sinking feeling in his stomach.

Sarah nodded, a steely resolve in her eyes. "I'll be fine," she said, taking the form. "Love you."

Sarah found Kyle's office and knocked tentatively on the door, her heart pounding in her chest. "Come in," a gruff voice called from within.

Kyle sat behind his desk, a mountain of paperwork in front of him. He barely glanced up as she entered. "Ah, Sarah. I've been waiting for you," he said, his eyes lingering on her legs.

Her stomach twisted as she took a step closer, placing the clipboard with the intimate activity request on his desk. "Mrs. Jenkins said we had to fill this out before I start," she said, her voice a bit shakier than she'd like.

Kyle picked up the form and studied it, a smug smile spreading across his face. "You're a quick learner," he said. "Also, you only need to fill these forms to have sex with others. It is a bit redundant, since I am the one signing those."

He leaned back in his chair, unbuckling his belt. "Anyway, take off your clothes," he instructed, his tone firm and unyielding.

Sarah felt a mix of dread and arousal as she obeyed, her hands shaking as she unbuttoned her blouse and slid it off her shoulders. Her eyes remained on the floor as she stepped out of her skirt, exposing her matching blue lace underwear.

"Good," Kyle said, his gaze raking over her body. "Now, I know you new-hires are usually not good with blowjobs. Let's see what we're working with."

He stood up, his belly hanging over the waistband of his trousers. He unzipped them and pulled out his cock, which was already semi-erect. It was thick and veiny, and Sarah couldn't help but feel a twinge of fear at the thought of taking it all in.

"You're going to need to practice," Kyle said, stroking himself to full hardness. "It's part of your job now, so get used to it."

Sarah took a deep breath and knelt before him, her knees sinking into the plush office carpet. She wrapped her hand around the base of his shaft, feeling the heat and the pulse of his desire. She leaned in, her eyes watering slightly as she opened her mouth and took him in.

He tasted faintly of soap, and she tried to focus on that rather than the thickness of his cock that was pushing against the back of her throat. She gagged almost immediately, her body's natural reflex trying to reject the intrusion.

"Relax," Kyle coached, his hand on the back of her head. "Let your throat muscles loosen."

Sarah nodded, her eyes wide with determination. She tried again, taking more of him in. She gagged, her eyes watering more, and a string of saliva connecting her lips to his shaft.

"That's better," he said, his voice gruff with satisfaction. "Keep going."

With every attempt, she could feel herself getting slightly more accustomed to the sensation, though the gagging was still overwhelming. She could see Kyle's smug expression in the reflection of his desk lamp, his eyes glazed with lust as he watched her struggle.

Finally, after what felt like an eternity, he groaned and pulled out, spurts of hot cum hitting her cheek and neck. She looked up, surprised and a little disappointed that she hadn't managed to take it all in. Kyle wiped his dick with a tissue from his desk, tossing it into the trash can with a satisfied sigh. "Not bad for a first try," he said, his voice filled with condescension. "But you'll need to work on it. Get yourself a dildo, practice at home."

Sarah nodded, her cheeks burning with a mix of embarrassment and anger. She stood up, feeling the wetness of her own arousal pooling between her thighs. She didn't dare look at him as she gathered her clothes, trying to ignore the way her body was betraying her. "I'll be sure to," she murmured, her voice tight.

As she left the office, she couldn't help but feel a sense of degradation wash over her. Not being able to do the first task her boss had set for her was not the best way to start the day. The hallway was eerily quiet, as if it was holding its breath, waiting for the next round of employees to come out of their own 'meetings'. She hurried to the cubicle that had her nameplate on it, her face burning.

The day passed in a blur of spreadsheets and awkward glances from her colleagues. Sarah felt a constant knot in her stomach, aware that every person she interacted with knew what had taken place in Kyle's office. Her thoughts were consumed by the act she'd performed, and she found it difficult to focus on her work. The only respite she had was the occasional text message from Tom, asking how her day was going, filled with love and concern. She replied with curt responses, not wanting to reveal the truth just yet.

When she finally arrived home, Tom was waiting for her, his eyes searching hers for any hint of what the day had been like. She took a deep breath, steeling herself for the conversation she knew they had to have. "So, how was your first day?" he asked, his smile ****.

Sarah sighed, collapsing onto the couch. "It was... different," she said, her voice weary. "They expect us to follow through with that policy immediately."

Tom's face fell, the color draining from his cheeks. "What happened?" he whispered.

"Kyle had me deep-throat him," she said, her voice barely above a whisper. "And Tom... I couldn't take it all. I gagged." She fell on the couch face down, "It was so embarrassing, I've failed at the most basic task."

Tom sat next to her, his hand on her back. He felt his stomach turn at the thought of his wife on her knees for that disgusting man. But he knew he had to be strong for her. "You didn't fail, babe," he said, trying to keep his voice calm. "You're just not used to it yet."

Sarah turned her head to look at him, her eyes brimming with tears. "But everyone knows. They all know I cann't even deep-throat my own boss."

Tom took her hand, his grip firm and reassuring. "Sarah, you are the most hardworking and capable person I know. You'll get the hang of it." His voice was a mix of comfort and concern. "And I will be here to support you through it all."

"Would you?" she asked, her voice cracking. "Kyle told me to get a dildo and practice."

Tom nodded, his jaw set. "We'll get one tonight," he said. "And we'll practice together." He didn't like the thought of her doing it alone, but he knew it was a necessary part of her job now.

That evening, they went to a discreet adult store and got a dildo that was similar in size to Kyle's. Back home, Sarah took it out of the box, her stomach doing somersaults. It was cold and intimidating, a stark reminder of what she had to do.

"Ready?" Tom asked, his voice gentle. She nodded, taking a deep breath. She straddled Tom's lap, her naked body pressing against his as he held the dildo for her. He kissed her forehead, his hand shaking slightly as he positioned it at her mouth.

"Let's start slow," he whispered, and she nodded, her eyes on his. She took it in, inch by inch, her throat protesting with every movement. She could feel Tom's tension as he watched, his love and concern for her clear in his eyes. She gagged, her eyes watering, and he immediately pulled it out.

"Breathe, babe," he said, his thumb brushing away a tear that had escaped. "We'll take it slow."

They practiced for hours, Tom's encouragement never waning. He talked her through the process, his voice soothing as he guided her through the motions. They tried different techniques, different speeds, and different positions, all the while maintaining eye contact, trying to make it as intimate as possible despite the circumstances.

By the time they were done, Sarah's throat was sore, but she felt a strange sense of pride. She had never done anything like this before, but she was determined to get better for Tom, for them.

The next day at work, she felt a little more confident, though the knot in her stomach was still there. She walked into Kyle's office, her head held high. "I've been practicing," she said, her voice firm.

Kyle's eyes lit up with excitement as he unwrapped it. "Good girl," he said, his voice thick with lust. "Now, let's see what you've learned." His hands reached to his belt, but Sarah was already on her knees, her mouth open and waiting.

Tom had been right, practice had made a difference. The dildo had been a good preparation, and she could feel the muscles in her throat loosening with each practice session. As Kyle pushed into her mouth, she focused on the warmth of Tom's hand on her shoulder, the sound of his encouraging whispers echoing in her mind. She took him deeper than before, her throat adapting to the intrusion.

Kyle's eyes widened slightly as he watched her, his strokes becoming more erratic. "Fuck," he grunted, his hand tightening in her hair. "You're a natural." His words were like a knife twisting in her gut, but she ignored the pain, pushing through remembering Tom's gentle guidance.

Her eyes remained on Kyle's face, watching the way his expression changed from one of boredom to one of intense pleasure. She focused on his reactions, his gasps and the way his hips bucked, trying to take in as much of her as she could. The minutes stretched on, and she felt her jaw begin to ache. Saliva dripped down her chin, and she could feel her throat muscles screaming at her to stop. But she pushed through it, her eyes never leaving Kyle's.

Finally, she felt him tense up, his breathing becoming ragged. He grunted, and she knew he was close. She pushed herself harder, taking him as deep as she could until she felt his hot cum hit the back of her throat. She swallowed, her eyes never leaving his, showing no sign of the discomfort she felt. Kyle's eyes rolled back in his head, and he let out a satisfied sigh.

"Very good, Sarah," he said, panting heavily. "You're learning quickly." He tucked himself back in and buckled his belt, not bothering to acknowledge the mess on her face. "By the way, please visit me after hours, I would like to fuck your pussy in the end of the week as part of your orientation."

Sarah nodded, feeling a mix of relief and dread. Pussy fuck was probably a big deal in this company, she had to make sure she was ready for it. She wiped her mouth with the back of her hand and stood up, trying to keep her composure as she smoothed out her skirt. Kyle's words echoed in her mind, "Very good, Sarah," but she knew she had to do better.

"Yes, I'll be here," she said, her voice steady despite the turmoil inside her. The next seven hours of paperwork passed in a blur as she tried to compartmentalize her personal feelings about her job's intimate policy. Her mind kept drifting to the upcoming weekend and the impending "orientation" she was supposed to undergo.

As the clock ticked closer to 5 PM, Sarah decided to visit the bathroom to make sure her pussy looks clean and inviting for her after-hours appointment with Kyle. As she washed her face, trying to scrub away the feel of the day, she heard a soft knock on the stall door.

"You okay in there?" a voice asked tentatively.

Sarah recognized it as Rachel, the kind-faced secretary she had passed in the hallway a few times. She nodded and opened the door. Rachel looked at her with concern in her eyes. "You're new, right?" Rachel reached in her pocket and handed her a pack of tissues. "You might need these," she said with a knowing smile.

"Thanks," Sarah murmured, taking the tissues and dabbing at her mouth, trying to erase the evidence of her earlier encounter with Kyle. Rachel leaned in, her voice low. "Look, I know the job here is not your usual corporate stuff, but it is really not that bad. And you got Kyle as a supervisor - that's a plus," Rachel said, her voice filled with something that sounded suspiciously like admiration.

Sarah raised an eyebrow. "How is that a plus?" she whispered.

Rachel's smile grew, and she leaned in closer to whisper, "Kyle manages small department here, you are probably his only outlet. And everybody knows he has a thing for dirty talk, especially when it involves cheating wives." Sarah's eyes widened in shock.

Sarah’s eyes widened, a wave of unease settling over her. But Rachel wasn’t finished. With a knowing look, she continued, “And if you think Kyle’s tough, you should meet our head of HR. He’s… thorough and much more dedicated to performance.” She lowered her blouse and showed two pierced nipples, her large tits wearing blue marks from a recent encounter with a harsh pair of clamps. Sarah blinked, the job growing stranger by the moment. Rachel chuckled softly, “Just go with it,” she said with a shrug. “Just go with it, and you'll see your job getting much easier."

Later that evening, as the office emptied out, Sarah found herself back in Kyle's office. His desk was cleared off, and a large, plush chair was positioned in the center of the room. He looked her up and down, his eyes glinting with something that she could only interpret as hunger. "Good evening, Sarah," he said, his voice a low purr. "Ready for the next part of your orientation?"

Her stomach flipped, but she nodded, trying to channel Rachel's advice. "Yes, Kyle," she said, her voice steady. He gestured to the desk, "You can lean over it," he instructed, his eyes on her ass as she complied.

Sarah felt a strange mix of fear and excitement as she bent over the desk, her hands gripping the edge tightly. Kyle stepped up behind her, his belt buckle jingling as he undid his pants. At first she thought about getting her head down and letting him do his thing, but Rachel's words echoed in her mind. She took a deep breath and tried to play along. "I can't wait for you to show me what a real man feels like," she murmured, hoping her voice sounded as seductive as she imagined.

Kyle's eyes lit up with excitement, his hands roughly grabbing her hips as he pushed into her. "You like that, don't you?" he asked, his voice thick with lust. "Tell me how much better I am than your pathetic husband."

Sarah swallowed, trying to ignore the way his words stung. "You're so much bigger than him," she said, her voice strained as he began to thrust. "You fill me up in a way he never could."

The lie rolled off her tongue easier than she'd thought, and she could feel Kyle's grip tighten. "That's it," he growled, his strokes becoming more forceful. "Call me Daddy."

Her cheeks burned with shame, but she knew she had to give him what he wanted. "Yes, Daddy," she whimpered, her voice a mockery of submission. "You're so much better than Tom."

He picked up his pace, his breathing ragged and heavy. She focused on the sound, using it to keep her in character, her mind racing as she thought of ways to make this more tolerable. "You're so much better than him," she said, her voice a little more convincing now. "You know exactly what I need."

Kyle's grunts grew louder, and she knew he was close. "You're going to make me cum so hard," he panted, his hand reaching around to pinch her nipples. "You're such a good little whore."

Sarah bit her lip, her eyes squeezed shut. "Yes, Daddy," she said, her voice breathy. "I'm your slut, not Tom's."

With a final, violent thrust, he emptied himself inside her, his hot cum filling her up. Sarah felt a strange sense of relief as she realized she had gotten through it, her body responding despite her mind's protests. She kept quite feeling Kyle's warmth inside her, his weight pressing down on her back.

"Fuck," he groaned, his grip on her hips loosening. "You're good Sarah, I'm so glad I got you as my personal cum toilet." She felt his slap on her ass as he withdrew and zipped up his pants. The coldness of the room hit her skin as she straightened up and pulled down her skirt, trying to ignore the wetness between her thighs. "You can leave now," he said dismissively, not bothering to look at her as he sat back down at his desk, his attention already back to his paperwork.

Sarah felt his cream threatening to spill out, but she held it back, walking out of the office with much higher confidence than she had ever felt. Rachel's advice had worked like a charm. Kyle filled her pussy in barely 10 minutes, and she managed to keep her cool throughout. She walked back to her cubicle, catching glances from her colleagues, who had probably heard Kyle's grunts and her moans.

"You okay?" Rachel whispered as she passed by. Sarah nodded, a small smile playing on her lips. Rachel winked at her. "See, told you it gets easier," she said, her voice low so no one else could hear.

The rest of the week passed in a blur of work and after-hours sessions with Kyle. The tasks varied from giving him blowjobs to letting him fuck her in every way imaginable. Sarah had to admit that the thrill of playing along with his twisted fantasies was a strange sort of aphrodisiac. The things back at home, however, remained unchanged.

"Honey, do you want to do it tonight?" Tom asked, his voice hopeful as he leaned against the bedroom doorframe.

Sarah looked up from her laptop, her eyes glazed with exhaustion. "I don't know, Tom," she said wearily. "I had another session with Kyle today."

Tom's shoulders slumped. "What did he make you do?"

Sarah sighed, setting aside her work. "The usual," she said, her voice flat. "Blowjobs, deep-throating, and then he took me from behind on his desk."

Tom felt his stomach turn, but he **** a smile. "You know I'm here for you," he said, walking over to her and rubbing her shoulders. "And I can be on top, you don't have to do all the work."

Sarah leaned into his touch, her eyes closing briefly. "Thank you," she whispered. "But we don't have permission for tonight."

Tom's smile faltered. "Right," he said, his voice thick with disappointment. "The policy." He kissed her forehead and went to the kitchen, leaving her to her work. Sarah felt a pang of guilt, but she knew she had to follow the rules. It was just part of the job now.

The next day, Kyle called her into his office again, a smug grin on his face. "You know," he said, leaning back in his chair, "you're really starting to get the hang of this." He held up the Intimate Activity Request form. "But I've got something new for you today. I want to try anal."

Sarah felt her stomach drop. She had heard of other employees going through this, but the thought of it happening to her was terrifying. "But I... I've never done that before," she stuttered. She could not afford being embarrassed over her lack of experience.

"That's what makes it exciting," Kyle said, his smile widening. "I like to teach new things to eager young employees like yourself." Sarah felt her heart race, but she nodded, trying to keep the panic from showing. "In fact, your lack of experience makes it all the more thrilling for me."

Kyle stood up and circled his desk, his fat fingers tracing the curve of her cheek. "Don't worry, I'll make sure you're ready," he whispered, his breath hot and rancid. "We'll start with some lube and small toys."

He opened a drawer and pulled out a selection of sex toys, laying them out on the desk like a twisted buffet. "Choose one," he said, his voice a command. Sarah's hand trembled as she picked up a small, slim dildo. It was a stark contrast to the reality she faced every night.

"Good choice," Kyle said, taking it from her and squirting a generous amount of lube onto it. "Now, bend over and let me see how tight you are."

Her cheeks burned as she turned away from him, leaning over the desk. She felt his hands on her hips, pushing her skirt up and her panties to the side. He didn't bother with small talk or any pretense of romance - this was purely about power and control.

"Spread your legs wider," he barked, and she complied, feeling the cool air of the office on her exposed skin. The tip of the dildo touched her anus, sending a shiver down her spine. She took a deep breath, trying to relax as he began to push it in, inch by painful inch.

Kyle's voice was low and gruff, filled with satisfaction as he watched her struggle. "That's it," he murmured, his hand guiding the toy deeper. "You're going to love taking my big cock up your ass."

Sarah bit her lip to keep from crying out as the toy filled her. It was uncomfortable, but she knew this was just the beginning. "Good girl," Kyle said, his hand patting her ass. "You're going to be my little anal slut."

The days turned into weeks, and Sarah found herself getting used to the routine. The morning deep-throating sessions had become almost mundane, a part of her daily routine. The after noon anal training was more intense, but she had come to accept it as part of her job description. The after-hours sessions that she spent on Kyle's desk or on her knees in his office had become something she anticipated. She had even started to enjoy the thrill of playing a wife who cheats on her useless husband.

One evening, after a particularly grueling session of anal training, Sarah walked into her house feeling both exhausted and oddly aroused. She found Tom in the living room, engrossed in a movie, his eyes not leaving the screen even as she entered. She could see the sadness in his eyes, the disappointment in his posture, and it made her feel guilty for enjoying her job so much.

"How was your day?" Tom asked without looking at her, his voice devoid of emotion.

Sarah sighed, dropping her bag by the door. "It was fine," she said, her voice distant. "Just the usual."

Tom turned off the TV and faced her, his expression unreadable. "The usual?" he echoed. "Is that what you call it now? Being used by that pig of a boss?"

Sarah felt a flicker of anger. "It's not like that," she said, her voice defensive. "It's part of the job."

"And what about us?" Tom asked, his voice barely above a whisper. "When do we get to have our usual?"

"I don't know," she said, her voice breaking. "I'm tired, Tom."

Tom stood up, walking over to her. He cupped her face in his hands, his eyes searching hers. "Please Sarah, we had no sex for a month. Can't you ask for the permission? I am dying here."

Sarah looked into Tom's eyes, her heart aching for him. She knew how much he was suffering, but she was afraid of the repercussions if she didn't follow the company policy to the letter. "I'll talk to Kyle," she promised, her voice soft.

The next day, Sarah returned home with a smile on her face and a box in her hands. She knew Tom had noticed the lack of affection between them and had hoped this would be the solution to their drought. "Look what I brought," she said, holding out the box to him.

Tom's eyes widened as he took it, his heart racing with hope. He opened it to find a cock cage with a dildo attached. "What is this?" he asked, his voice a mix of confusion and horror.

Sarah took a deep breath, her cheeks flushing. "It's from Kyle," she said, her voice shaking. "He said we can have sex tonight, but with a twist."

"What twist?" Tom's voice was tight, his grip on the box tightening.

"You have to wear this," she said, holding up the cage. "And you can't get hard."

Tom's eyes fell to the contraption in her hand. It was a cruel reminder of his impotence in this situation, his ability to pleasure his own wife taken away by the very policy that had brought them here. "And what if I do?" he asked, his voice strained.

"He said if you do, you'll have to wear it longer," Sarah whispered. She saw the anger in his eyes and quickly added, "But it's just for tonight. And I can still use the dildo on you."

Their eyes met, and she knew he was trying to process what she was saying. The room was heavy with tension, the silence a palpable presence between them. "Okay," he said finally, his voice thick with resentment. "But I don't want to wear it for too long."

The hours dragged on as they both showered and changed into their night clothes. Sarah had picked out a sexy lingerie set, hoping to make the night feel more intimate despite the circumstances. She watched Tom as he carefully inserted his flaccid cock into the cage, his face a mask of discomfort.

"It's too tight," he complained, his voice strained. "It hurts."

"Kyle said it might be a bit snug at first," she said, her voice soothing despite her own unease. "But it'll get better with time."

They settled onto the bed, the air thick with anticipation and fear. Sarah reached out, her hand shaking as she touched the dildo attached to the cage. She looked up at Tom, her eyes questioning. "Ready?"

He nodded, his jaw set. "Let's just get this over with," he said, his voice gruff.

Sarah took the dildo in her hand, lubing it up as she had seen Rachel do in the office. She straddled Tom, her pussy hovering over his caged cock. She took a deep breath, trying to ignore the way her own body was responding to the situation.

Tom watched as she positioned the dildo, his eyes filled with a mix of anger and desire. "I can't believe we're doing this," he murmured.

"What do you mean, I thought you wanted this?" Sarah whispered, her eyes searching Tom's for a glimpse of the love she knew was buried deep beneath his frustration.

Tom took a deep, shaky breath, his gaze dropping to the cage that now contained his manhood. "I do," he said, his voice tight. "But it's just... hard to swallow."

Sarah chuckled, "My boss's cock is hard to swallow." She finally dropped on him, her pussy enveloping the plastic phallus attached to the cage. The sensation was bizarre, a blend of her own arousal and the cold, unyielding material pressing against her most intimate parts. She began to rock her hips, the dildo sliding in and out of her with a mechanical rhythm. Tom's eyes remained on her, his own cock straining against the confines of the metal cage.

He reached up to fondle her breasts, his touch gentle despite the anger and humiliation simmering within him. Sarah moaned, the friction building within her. She felt her orgasm approaching, but it remained just out of reach. She leaned back, her breathing heavy, her movements becoming more erratic as she chased the elusive climax.

"It's not working," she panted, her voice filled with frustration. "I can't cum with this thing." She stopped moving, sitting up on his caged cock, the plastic shaft sticking out from between her thighs. "I think I will just stick with Kyle fucking me."

Tom's hand stilled on her breast, his eyes meeting hers with a mix of pain and anger. "What?" he ground out, his voice low and tight.

Sarah looked down at the cage, her own arousal waning as reality crashed over her. "It's just...he's so much bigger and he knows what he's doing," she whispered, her cheeks blushing with arousal, "Oh stop looking like an injured dog! You now it is just work policy! Not my fault I can get off by also following company rules!"

Tom's eyes narrowed, his hand dropping to the cage. "Can I take this off now?" he asked, his voice strained.

Sarah's smile was cold. "Why would you need to?" she countered, her eyes flashing with a challenge. "Kyle's the one who makes me feel good, not you."

The words hung in the air like a noose, tightening around Tom's neck with every second that passed. "What are you saying, Sarah?" he managed, his voice a hoarse whisper.

"I'm saying," she leaned in closer, her breath hot against his ear, "that maybe you don't need your cock anymore."

Tom's hand paused, his eyes searching hers for any hint of a joke, any sign that she didn't mean what she was saying. But all he saw was cold, hard truth. "You can't be serious," he croaked.

"Why not?" she whispered back, her voice seductive and taunting. "By boos fills my mouth, pussy and asshole with his dick almost very day and you...you sit there with your sad little cock locked away."

Tom felt a surge of anger, his hand clenching around the cage. "Sarah," he said through gritted teeth, "I want my cock out of this thing."

"But why?" she asked, her voice a purr. "Is there someone else you want to fuck? Someone who makes you feel like a man?"

Tom's jaw clenched, the words cutting deeper than any blade. "What the hell are you talking about?" he snarled, pushing her off him and sitting up, the cage still trapping his cock.

Sarah's smile was cruel. "You heard me," she said, her voice low and mocking. "Is there someone else you've been sticking it to when you're not getting it from me?"

Tom felt his cheeks burn with a mix of rage and embarrassment. "You know I haven't," he said, his voice shaking. "You know I've been faithful to you, even through all this."

"Then why are you acting like you plan to stick it anywhere else!" Sarah's voice grew louder, her words echoing through the room. "Why do you need it out? So you can go fuck someone else?"

Tom's eyes widened in shock, his hand dropping from the cage. "Sarah, no, of course not!" he protested, his voice shaking. "Please, let's just drop it."

The next month brought more news than Tom could bear. Kyle had apparently decided that their office rendezvous were no longer sufficient. He had started to visit their house on weekends, claiming that Sarah needs to be fucked as per the company policy to maintain her performance and ensure she's truly dedicated to the company.

The first weekend visit was a blur of rage and despair for Tom. He watched from the corner of the room as Kyle strutted in, his belly jiggling with each step, and plopped down on the couch as if he owned the place. "You know the drill," Kyle said, his voice oily as he patted his lap, and Sarah walked over to him, her eyes downcast.

Tom sat in the chair across from them, his cock caged and throbbing painfully with each beat of his heart. The metal was cold against his skin, a constant reminder of his impotence. He had tried to get hard, just to feel something, but the pain was too much, a cruel punishment for his desire.

Sarah straddled Kyle's thick thighs, her skirt riding up to expose her ass as she leaned down to kiss him. Tom's stomach twisted, the sight of his wife's lips on her boss's disgusting. But she didn't seem to mind, didn't seem to care that Tom was right there, **** to watch.

Kyle's hand roamed over her body, his fat fingers squeezing her breasts and sliding down to her crotch. Sarah moaned, her hips rocking against his hand. Tom felt his cock strain against the cage, the pain making him wince. "Remember the rules," he heard Kyle murmur, and Sarah nodded, her eyes glazed with lust.

The sound of their lovemaking filled the room, each grunt and sigh a knife in Tom's heart. He tried to focus on anything else, the TV, the clock, the sound of the rain outside, but it was impossible. He was trapped in a prison of his own making, his body betraying him with every beat of his heart.

As Kyle fucked her, Sarah would occasionally glance over at Tom, a mix of pity and amusement in her eyes. He knew she was thinking about how pathetic he looked, sitting there with his cock caged and useless. And yet, she continued to moan, to writhe, to take Kyle's cock like it was the most natural thing in the world.

Tom felt a strange mix of arousal and anger, his body responding despite his mind's protests. He knew he should be disgusted, but instead, he was painfully hard, the cage biting into his skin with every throb. He couldn't take it anymore. He stood up, the chair scraping against the floor. "What the fuck is happening here?" he roared.

Sarah looked up from Kyle's lap, her eyes wide. "What's wrong, Tom?" she asked, her voice breathless.

"You're fucking him in our house!" Tom yelled, gesturing wildly at Kyle. "How can you do this to me?"

Kyle chuckled, not even bothering to stop fucking her. "It's all part of the company policy," he said, his voice smug. "You know, breeding for the benefit of the company."

Sarah nodded, her eyes shifting to Tom's caged cock. "It's just part of the deal," she whispered, her voice shaking with her own orgasm. "It's how we climb the corporate ladder."

Tom felt the world tilt on its axis. "Breeding?" he repeated, his voice hoarse. "You're... you're letting him breed with you?"

"It's just to keep things professional," Sarah said, her voice strained as she took Kyle's cock deeper. "It's not personal."

Tom stumbled back, his hand going to his caged cock. "You can't be serious," he said, his voice cracking. "You can't just let him... use you like that."

"It's for the best," she said, her voice calm but breaking from Kyle's thrusts. "Besides it is super fun. And it turns me on that you are **** to watch me getting fucked by a better man!"

Tom's eyes watered with anger and pain, but he remained silent, his hand unconsciously caressing the cold metal of his cage. The reality of the situation washed over him like a tsunami, drowning his pride and dignity. The only sounds in the room were Kyle's grunts and the slap of flesh against flesh as he claimed Sarah on their marital bed.

Days turned into weeks, and the weekly visits from Kyle became a twisted routine. Tom found himself retreating into the role of a house maid, cooking, cleaning, and serving them both while they enjoyed each other's bodies. Sarah had convinced herself that it was for the best, that it was all in the name of her career. But deep down, she couldn't ignore the thrill it gave her to see Tom's pain, to watch him serve her and her lover without question.

One evening, as Tom served them dinner, his eyes kept flickering to Sarah's swollen belly. She was three months pregnant with Kyle's child, and Tom felt like a shadow in his own home. "What's the matter, Tom?" Kyle asked, his voice laced with amusement. "Can't handle seeing your wife carry my baby?"

Sarah smirked, taking a sip of wine. "Don't worry," she said, her eyes on Tom. "He's used to it by now. Aren't you, sweetie?"

Tom clenched his jaw, focusing on not dropping the platter of food. "Yes," he murmured. "I'm used to it."

After dinner, Kyle would often send Tom to clean the kitchen, giving him the opportunity to fuck Sarah on the very table he had just eaten at. Tom would scrub the dishes, his thoughts a tumultuous mix of anger, sadness, and a strange, perverse arousal. He had become a servant in his own house.