My Journey Into A Loving Female Led Relationship: Chapter 34

My name is John, though I go by rgjohn, and I’ve written a few erotic books and some content for Literotica. When Emma read my work, she suggested I write about loving, female-led relationships—a genre she’s passionate about. It’s been a while since I’ve written, but a fan recently reignited my interest by asking me to turn his detailed journal into a story. Initially skeptical, I found myself captivated by his account of a Female-Led Relationship (FLR), a concept I hadn’t explored before. With a mix of curiosity and research, I’ve decided to craft a multi-part story spanning many chapters. If you are just starting, you should begin your journey back at chapter 1.

Chapter 34: Anna Tells Jason She Is Taking A Lover

Their camping trip was momentous, to say the least. The two women they met, Sandra and Molly… and whom Anna quickly befriended… proved to be life-altering, not just for us, but for them as well. Again, I’ll detail that in a separate set of chapters.

Pegging soon became a natural part of our lifestyle. As I said, it happened at least once a week and, often it replaced traditional tease and denial. I inevitably released prostate fluid almost every time Anna fucked me… or pegged me, as she preferred to call it.

I wasn’t sure which I enjoyed more… the hand teasing or the pegging. Anna tended to favor pegging, though the hand teasing was less strenuous on her, so she alternated. That arrangement suited me just fine.

It was a couple weeks later when Anna said she had something important to talk to me about. It was on an early Saturday morning when Anna led me into the living room. She wore a pair of skin-tight, short shorts that hugged her curves and revealed far more than they concealed. Her top was a snug tube top, stretched taut across her chest, emphasizing the delicate peaks of her nipples pressing against the fabric. The short shorts covered even less. I could plainly see her lower ass cheeks in back, and in front the indentation between her lips. I loved when she teased me wearing those type of shorts.

There was no mistaking Anna’s intention… she dressed like this to drive me mad, to keep me on edge. Around the house, she rarely wore more than the bare minimum, a constant display designed to test my restraint. My poor penis remained in a relentless state of tight constriction, swelling futilely against its cage. She knew exactly what it did to me. My body responded instinctively, but the unyielding restriction served as a constant reminder of my place. I never begged for release but there were times when I considered it. Still I knew it wouldn’t be a reward for me and I would lose the constant edge that kept me focused on her.

When we got to the living room, Anna took a seat in her Queen’s chair, or punishment chair to me. I immediately knew something was up. She was sitting gracefully in her chair, exuding both confidence and an air of playful authority.

For a fleeting moment, hope flickered in my chest. Maybe this was one of our teasing sessions… the ones I both craved and dreaded. They were always intense, enforcing her desire to keep me on the razor’s edge, the pleasure excruciatingly close yet never granted. She mostly denied me entirely, leaving me throbbing, desperate, and achingly confined. When she did allow the occasional ruined orgasm, it was either through a handjob or pegging. What I expelled was but a slow dribble of fluid, designed to keep my parts in working order. It was sweet torture, and she reveled in every second of my torment. Then she would cage me again and I would be on my knees pleasuring her with my mouth, adding to the strain of my penis in the cage.

I know most people couldn’t possibly understand this submission of mine. It was fed by the desire to please my amazing wife. Her smiles and giggles always made my heart swell with love and pride. I was hers and she was mine, forever.

But quickly the hope dimmed that this was one of those sessions when her hand casually gestured to the floor at her feet. That spot had become symbolic over time… a space where new rules were introduced, infractions addressed, or serious discussions took place. This wasn’t about teasing and denial, a pedicure or playful flirtation. It was something else. Something more serious. I wondered what I had done wrong.

I knelt before her, my eyes instinctively drawn to her toned thighs, and further up to that crease in her shorts that that represented the portal to her sweet pussy… something I would never enter again… it had been restricted to me using her strap-on. But I forced myself to meet her gaze. Her expression was composed, her brow slightly furrowed, but there was a faint twinkle in her eyes… one that hinted at amusement or perhaps anticipation. For a fleeting second, I thought maybe this wouldn’t be too serious.

I was wrong.

“Jason,” Anna began, her voice soft yet firm, her eyes locking onto mine. “I know you don’t know why you’re here.”

“Uh, no… not really,” I replied hesitantly, my voice barely above a whisper.

She exhaled slowly, her gaze steady. “This is about something that’s been lingering between us for a long time. Maybe even before we formally started our FLR. It’s about why you’re in that cage and, more importantly, why we no longer have traditional sex.”

I could feel my face flush and my stomach tighten. I had an idea where this was heading, but I wasn’t sure how I felt about it, or how I could feel about it.

Anna continued, her voice calm but deliberate. “I’m going to be completely honest with you, Jason. The truth is, and you already know this… your size was never enough to fully satisfy me. That’s why we started using the strap-on and one of the reasons we started our FLR. And while the strap-on serves a purpose, for both of us, it’s still a substitute, and not the real thing.”

I suddenly knew for sure where this was headed. My heart pounded in my chest, my mouth went dry, and my hands trembled slightly.

“Beyond that, and the third reason, you’ve always struggled to stay hard long enough to keep me satisfied,” she said gently, though her words still stung. “That’s not really your fault, especially the size of your little guy, and I don’t blame you for it. But we both know it’s true, don’t we?”

Unable to speak, I nodded faintly, my throat tightening with emotion.

Anna took a deep breath, her expression softening slightly, but her resolve remained unshaken. “That’s why I’ve made a decision, Jason. One I’ve been thinking about for a long time.”

I braced myself as she said the words I’d secretly feared from the beginning.

“Jason, I’ve decided to take a lover.”

The air seemed to leave the room. My heart was pounding so hard I could hear it in my ears. I had always known, deep down, that this was a possibility, if not a probability. But hearing her say it aloud made it real in a way that nothing else could.

For a moment, I couldn’t find my voice. When I finally spoke, my words were shaky, fragile. “Do I… uh… have any say in this?” Of course I knew I didn’t, but I had to say it anyway.

Anna’s response was immediate and clear. “No, Jason. This isn’t something you get to decide. This is my choice, one that I’ve come to after a lot of thought and consideration. It is the best thing for us… and I do mean us.”

She leaned forward slightly, her voice softening. “At the FLR group meetings, I realized something. Many, if not most, of the experienced women there have lovers… they cuckold their husbands. They’ve embraced that side of their relationships without guilt or hesitation. I was the odd one out… one of the few holding back… for a variety of reasons. But not anymore. That’s going to change. Cuckolding might not be for every couple, but I think it will be good for both of us. You will have a very satisfied wife and I know that is important to both of us.”

She was right. Her satisfaction was the most important thing in the world to me. And as much as it hurt me to think it, her taking a lover would provide that satisfaction.

Anna’s gaze never wavered from mine, her confidence clearly on display. My emotions swirled, fear, sadness, confusion, but also, somewhere deep down, an odd sense of acceptance. I had expected this.

Anna reached out, placing her hand gently on my cheek. “This doesn’t change how I feel about you, Jason. You’re still my partner, and I still love you deeply. But this is something I need, for myself, for my happiness, and for us to continue growing together.”

The decision had been made, and now it was up to me to accept it. I had no choice; I loved this woman more than life itself. I was committed to doing anything to keep her and, more importantly, to please her.

I swallowed hard and said breathlessly, “Do you… do you know who it is?”

Deep down, I was already certain of the answer… Michael.

Anna’s lips curved into a small, knowing smile. “You know who it is, Jason. It’s Michael. I think you even met him at the Christmas party.”

Of course, I had been right. I remembered him well, tall, confident, and undeniably handsome. From the moment I had seen him interact with Anna, there was a quiet, unspoken understanding within me that if she ever chose someone, it would be him. Sally had even mentioned it. I sucked in a deep breath, letting it out slowly.

“He’s the perfect candidate,” Anna continued, her voice steady and calm. “He’s safe. He loves his wife dearly and would never leave her, especially with their children in the picture. But… she’s had some medical complications that have prevented them from being intimate for over a year, or at least PIV sex. Unfortunately, PIV sex is painful for her and she has tried surgery to fix it, with no luck. Because of this, he believes she’d turn a blind eye if he were to seek an outlet elsewhere. In fact, she even suggested he find a professional… a prostitute.”

I flinched slightly at the bluntness of her words but nodded. “What about your job, Anna? And the partnership? Isn’t this… dangerous?”

“The problem’s already been solved,” she said confidently. “He’s accepted a job offer at another firm. They’re offering him significantly more money and a higher position. My only regret is that we’re losing him. He’s brilliant, and our firm would have benefited so much from his talent. But who knows? Maybe one day, when I’m running the firm, I’ll hire him back… or maybe he will hire me.”

I nodded again, realizing that Michael working at the firm had been what was holding her back. My mind raced and I felt light headed. “Does he… does he know about this? About your decision?”

Anna smiled softly, a hint of mischief in her eyes. “Yes. We’ve talked about it. We’ve shared a kiss… and a little more.”

My eyes widened in shock. “A little more? What do you mean?”

Anna laughed lightly, her tone almost playful. “I gave him a blowjob, Jason… in the stairwell at work. That was before he left the firm, so it was foolish, and incredibly dangerous, but we got carried away after our talk at lunch. Besides, I wanted to be sure… that he was… how should I say this, uh… sufficient. And trust me, he’s more than adequate. He is not only long, but he is big around. I had difficulty getting him into my mouth at first. But I was determined, and it worked out.” She unconsciously licked her lips and then smiled naughtily.

I gasped at her revelation that she had sucked him off. In spite of my shock. For a brief moment I felt betrayed, but that quickly passed when I felt my little guy try to grow in my cage. I had this incredible image of her squatting in the stairwell, her mouth on his cock… I was pretty sure she swallowed his cum.

A storm of emotions surged through me… jealousy, sadness, excitement, and, oddly enough, relief. I had always feared this moment, but now that it was here, it felt strangely comforting. It wasn’t like she was going to a bar and picking up some random guy. No, she knew him, he was safe, and that was a major consolation for me.

I started to say something but then hesitated. She knew what I was thinking.

She smiled and said, “Yes, I did swallow him… every drop. And it was lovely. He came like a racehorse… five times more than you ever did. I almost couldn’t contain it all in my mouth… some dribbled out.

I swear, when I walked into a meeting a few minutes later and could still taste him, I nearly climaxed. He was delicious. I couldn’t even look at him in the meeting. Later, I realized some of his cum had dripped onto my shoe. We both got a good laugh out of that… but also decided we couldn’t take that kind of risk again.

So, we had to pull back… and that’s what has brought us here. Because the truth is, I miss sucking cock… swallowing cum. I really missfucking. And I don’t want to go without it anymore.”

A jolt of electricity went through me at her revealing story and my little locked up penis almost went off in the cage. I could hardly process what she had said. She had to be exaggerating how much he had cum, and maybe how big he is, but she had still sucked him off… had another cock in her mouth… and at work of all things.

My voice trembled as I said, “Anna, you know how much I love you. All I’ve ever wanted is the best for you, to give you the world, to make you happy. But I know… I know I’m incapable of giving you everything you deserve. It pains my heart, but I understand. I just… I just hope you don’t…”

Anna didn’t let me finish. She got up from her ‘Queen’s’ chair and moved us both over to the sofa. Sitting on her chair was her way of telling me she was in control and the one making this decision. Now it was time to sooth my emotions. Her fingers brushed my cheek, as a little tear trickled out. Her gaze was steady, her voice soft yet unwavering.

“Jason, you are the love of my life. You are the only man I will ever truly love. Having said that, I do have a deep fondness for Michael, and I think that’s a good thing. From the beginning, I knew I would never do something like this with a man I couldn’t genuinely care about.”

Tears welled in her eyes too now.

“If I ever doubted you, Jason, if I ever thought you weren’t the man for me, we wouldn’t still be here. We would have ended this long ago when I first discovered your struggles with addiction. But we didn’t. We worked through it, and we came out stronger because of it. And do you know why? Because I love you. I love you so much. As the movie says, ‘You complete me.’”

She pulled me into her arms, her embrace warm and comforting. Our lips met in a tender kiss… our tears mingled on our lips. In that moment, despite the weight of what had just been said, I knew deep down that we would be okay. Incredibly, I suddenly imagined that same mouth with a big cock spurting in it… I almost climaxed for the second time… which would have been an embarrassing disaster.

Anna rose gracefully, taking my hand and guiding me back to the punishment chair where she had me kneel. Standing before me, she hooked her thumbs into her shorts and slid them down, stepping out before settling onto the chair. She lifted her legs onto the armrests, spreading herself open for me.

Her beautiful pussy was already glistening, soaked with arousal. I didn’t need to be told what to do.

I let my breath warm her skin as I began trailing slow, deliberate licks along her inner thighs. Her juices had trickled onto the tops, and I made sure to clean every drop before moving to her swollen lips. Gently, I spread them apart, pressing my tongue inside… feeling her juices bubbling around my tongue… waiting to be swallowed.

I paused, leaning back slightly to take in the sight of her gorgeous pussy. For a moment, I wondered how it might look after she had taken a cock as big as the one she’d described Michael having. Would it be different? Would it look stretched, used in a way that only a superior cock could leave its mark? The thought sent a shiver through me. I was certain that, over time, it would change, but only for the better. It would be a beautiful testament to the fact that she now had someone more to truly fill her. My caged cock pulsed at the thought, straining uselessly against its confines, and I lowered my head again, eager to taste her, to serve her.

She moaned as I licked upward, tracing a path until I reached her clit. It was huge… pulsing, throbbing with need.

Before I could even tease her, she grabbed my head, pulling me in. The moment my tongue flicked over her sensitive bud, her body tensed, and she came with a shuddering moan.

A moment later, my face was covered in her juices, but I didn’t stop. I dove back in, capturing her lips between my own, sucking them gently. Her moans deepened as I worshipped her, working my way lower, tasting every inch.

When I looked up, I found her gaze locked onto mine, dark with pleasure. She knew where I was headed.

I moved lower, tracing the path of her juices until I reached her tight rosebud. A gasp escaped her lips as I circled it with my tongue before slipping inside briefly gliding back up to her open pussy. The moment I reached her clit again, her body arched, and she climaxed a second time… then a third… each orgasm rolling over her in uncontrollable waves.

Finally, she gently pushed my head away, her breathing ragged.

“You are the best at eating my pussy,” she murmured, her voice thick with satisfaction. “No one will ever replace you there.”

I smiled, my lips and chin glistening with her essence, pride swelling in my chest. This was mine to give her. And I would never stop.

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