My Journey Into A Loving Female Led Relationship: Chapter 37

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 37: Jason Learns His Role In Aftercare

Carefully, I lifted her legs onto the bed, adjusting her until she lay comfortably. Her blouse hung open, exposing her bare breasts, the skin still flushed from her night of passion… and those ever present hickies that would be there for days. Her nipples were hard and swollen, and my eyes drifted again to one dark hickie on her neck… too high to hide.

I stood there for a moment, taking in the sight of her. She looked utterly content, her body relaxed and glowing. She was a well fucked… no, a ravaged woman. A part of me felt an overwhelming sense of pride that I could help her achieve this level of happiness, even if it meant surrendering my own desires… and my wife to another man.

Quietly, I gently took off her blouse, setting it aside. She moaned in her sleep as I pulled her skirt off, realizing that there were cum stains on the inside and that it would need laundering. 

I turned off the lights and climbed into bed next to her, hoping she wouldn’t mind me sleeping with her, my cage still throbbing with unfulfilled arousal. I placed a soft kiss in the nape of her neck on top of one of the hickies. It was my weak attempt to reclaim her… she was still my wife after all.

As I lay there listening to her steady breathing, I realized that this was only the beginning. This would be an every Friday night ritual… if not more often. I felt an incredible angst come over me. I suppose all cuckolds feel like this the first time their wife takes a lover… yet it was foreign to me. I knew I had to deal with it, it was my new reality. I finally drifted off into an exhausted sleep.

I woke up and it was still dark outside. I realized there was something I had forgotten. I saw the panties on the floor… proof of what she had done. A silent declaration. A visual symbol of my place.

Anna had ordered me to take them, to press my tongue against the fabric, to taste the evidence of her and Michael’s pleasure. And I would.

The truth was, I could lie. I could simply say I had done it, and she may never know. But I couldn’t. That would be a betrayal… not just of her command, but of the trust between us. I never lied to Anna. Not because I feared punishment, though I did, but because there is a strong possibility that she would know. She always seemed to know when I lied. The moment she looked into my eyes, she would see the truth, or worse, the lie.

So yes, I would humble myself. I would lower my head, press my lips to the stained silk, and lick. I would taste the mingled essence of their pleasure and accept it. Not out of duty, but because it was what she wanted.

And when it was done, I would not cast them aside. If Anna allowed it, I would keep them… not like a souvenir, but as a reminder of this night… a night that would change everything for us.

I quietly got out of bed and picked them up. Lying back down next to her I brought the panties to my nose. I could smell both of them. I forced myself not to lick them, but instead put them onto the nightstand. Then I dozed off.

The sun was higher and shining through the window when Anna stirred beside me, a satisfied smile spreading across her face as she stretched. There was an unmistakable glow about her… a radiant energy that spoke volumes about the night she’d had.

I lay still, watching her, my emotions swirling in my head. I could imagine Michael, his hands, his lips, the way he must have made her feel. I knew it had been everything she’d wanted, maybe even more than she had expected. The fulfillment was written all over her face, her body still carrying the signs of their night together. As her eyes found mine, I saw no guilt in them, only warmth and a deep connection that anchored me. She was a well satisfied woman… something I could never do with my small penis.

When she smiled at me, it was as if everything fell into place. There was no hesitation in her gaze, no shadow of regret.

I cleared my throat softly. “Good morning.”

“Good morning,” she replied, her voice soft but vibrant with emotion as she stretched her well used body. “What a wonderful night.”

I nodded toward the faint marks on her neck… the bold hickeys Michael had left behind. “From the looks of things, it really was.”

Anna let out a small laugh, her hand absently brushing against one of the marks. “It was more than wonderful, Jason. It was… freeing. I felt so desired, so alive.”

Her words should have hurt, but they didn’t. Instead, they filled me with a strange sense of pride. “I’m happy for you, Anna. You deserve every moment of it.”

She leaned in and kissed me tenderly, her lips lingering against mine. I could still taste her night of love.

Then Anna’s eyes landed on the panties resting on the nightstand, and a slow smile spread across her lips.

I smiled back and picked them up, feeling the delicate fabric between my fingers. I had intended to clean them in my own bed, in private, but I realized this was better. This would show her my approval. It would prove, without words, that I supported her… not just in what she had done, but in everything she would do to, for, or with me.

This was love, true, unconditional love. And though it was a small act, it carried great meaning.

Holding her gaze, I brought the panties to my mouth and let my tongue drag across the fabric… tasting him and her. I licked up and down, back and forth, finding and consuming ever morsel, until they were clean.

For a brief moment, I saw something flicker in her expression… she remembered that she had told me to do this. I could hear her breath catch in her throat.

She understood why I was doing it in her presence.

I wasn’t just obeying. I wasn’t just doing as I was told. I was offering her something deeper. I was humbling myself not only for her, and for him. If anything, this was even more symbolic than when I had cleaned her earlier. This act wasn’t about necessity… it was about devotion.

Anna knew I could have done this in private, that I could have hidden my submission in the shadows of my bed. But instead, I wanted her to see. To witness my surrender. To know, without question, that I embraced her desires as my own.

When I finished, Anna leaned in and kissed me, her lips soft, lingering. She had to taste Michael on my lips, faint but unmistakable.

“I love you so much, Jason. More than you’ll ever know,” she whispered against my lips.

I smiled, my heart swelling, and asked, “May I keep them?”

Her smile widened, warm and knowing. “Of course.”

I carefully folded the panties, setting them back on the nightstand, a silent keepsake of the night we had just shared. Whenever I looked at them, I would remember this, and think about it with fondness. I was now truly committed.

Then, Anna’s voice broke the quiet.

“Do you want to hear about it?”

I hesitated for only a moment before nodding. “Yes, I do.”

Anna’s eyes sparkled as she leaned back against the pillows and spread her legs again. “Eat me while I tell you.”

It seemed that Anna was just as excited now as when she had arrived home. Fucking Michael was quite a turn on for her, and excitement didn’t stop when she left him. It made my heart swell with pride to know that I was part of what contributed to her excitement.

I quickly moved between her legs finding, surprisingly, that there was still some residue of Michael’s cum waiting there.

“My body is still humming with the remnants of last night. He was… relentless. He made me climax again and again, pushing me to the edge until I was nothing but a trembling mess. It was amazing.”

Her phone buzzed on the nightstand, interrupting the moment. As she picked up the phone I went back to eating her.

She smiled softly as she read the message aloud. “Last night was unforgettable. You were amazing. Can’t wait to see you again. Michael.”

Anna set the phone back down and turned her attention to me, her fingers brushing gently through my hair, lifting my head from between her legs. “How are you feeling about all of this, Jason? Please, be honest with me.”

I took a deep breath, letting the emotions settle before speaking. “I’m happy because you’re happy. Yes, it was… hard. The thought of you with him, knowing what you were doing… it’s not easy. But it also turned me on. I felt proud, in a way, knowing our FLR gave you that freedom… and knowing that you were my wife, which another man had ravaged like I never could. Yet even though he had you for a few hours, I have you now… and forever.”

Anna’s eyes shimmered with emotion as she cupped my cheek. “You amaze me. Last night was everything I dreamed it would be, and it’s all because of you.”

She paused, letting the weight of her words sink in. “But Jason, you’re not just on the sidelines here. You’re a part of this. This isn’t just my journey, it’s ours. I never want you to feel like you’re not part of it all.”

Her words hit me deep, and I felt my eyes mist over. “Thank you, Anna. That means everything to me.”

Anna’s smile turned playful as she traced a finger along one of the marks on her neck. “So… about these hickeys…”

I laughed softly. “Aren’t you worried about work?”

She shrugged casually. “Let them gossip. Honestly, I’m proud of every mark. And besides, they’ll all just assume it was you.”

I hesitated before speaking, my voice softer this time. “I have mixed feelings about them, but not in a bad way. Every time I see the marks, or your panties, I’ll think of you and him together.”

Concern flickered briefly across her face, but I quickly added, “It’s not jealousy, it’s… it’s just going to make my cage very uncomfortable.”

Anna’s laughter rang out, bright and genuine, as she reached down and patted my wet face. “Oh, Jason. You’re incredible… one in a million, you know that? I could just eat you up.”

Her expression softened again, a thoughtful look crossing her face. “And about the little surprise I brought home for you. I am so happy and proud that you didn’t hesitate… that you actually seemed to want it.”

I smiled shyly, the evidence of what she brought on my my lips and cheeks. “Honestly, I’m so happy you let me… be a part of that moment… like I was with you at that moment when he first climaxed inside you.”

Anna’s brows lifted in surprise. “Really? I was worried you might not be… you know, okay with it. I mean, I knew you would do it for me as I ordered, but you actually seemed to enjoy it.”

“I am more than okay with it, and did enjoy it,” I said earnestly. “Maybe there’s a better word for it than okay, but I’m not sure what it is. It felt intimate, like I was included. The texts, the way you thought about me when you came home… you included me. It was an act of love… that’s the word, love. That may sound strange, but it is how I feel.”

She smiled and touched my face again.

“It couldn’t have been comfortable to come home like that either,” I said.

Anna’s smile was radiant. “It ‘Was’ an act of love, Jason. And trust me, the little mess was a small price to pay. It made me think of you… like I was really bringing you a present. I broke a few speed limits to get home as quickly as possible. I wanted you to see it… to taste it, straight from me.”

I smiled.

Anna smiled back and said, “It seems that you really liked it so I want you to be my clean-up boy, whenever possible.

“I want that too,” I said softly. I knew instinctively that this would make us closer. More importantly, it would allow me to continue to feel part of it all.

Anna pulled me up for a moment, kissing me deeply once more before whispering, “You’re mine, Jason. Always and ‘Forever’, and not just because of this.” She squeezed my cage again. “All of you belongs to me, and I will never let you go. Now finish what you started.”

I went back between her legs and brought her to several strong climaxes before she pulled me back up to her.

She rested her head against my chest, her arms wrapped tightly around me. As the morning sun continued to warm the room, we snuggled close, our breaths falling into sync. No more words were needed.

As Anna dozed off again, I got up to get her “morning” coffee… it was actually afternoon. As I turned back toward the bed, I found myself pausing, staring at her for several long moments. She lay sprawled across the sheets, her legs carelessly spread, her body still carrying the marks of the night before. Even in her sexually ravaged state, she was breathtaking—radiant, utterly spent, yet still glowing with satisfaction.

The hickies on her neck had darkened overnight, more numerous than I had initially noticed. But they weren’t the only signs of her night with Michael. There was redness on her breasts, the faintest hint of bruising between her thighs. A shiver ran through me as I wondered… had Michael fucked her with such intensity that it left marks? It was possible. Likely, even.

And then, there was her pussy.

I had seen it from up close more times than I could count, but this morning… it looked different. Swollen, undeniably. But also… I was almost ashamed to even think it… it looked stretched. I swallowed hard. Maybe it was my imagination, or maybe that was simply the temporary aftermath of taking a much larger cock. Either way, it was beautiful. A raw, visual testament to her pleasure, to what she had experienced. I wondered if it would go back to the way it was or not.

For a brief moment, I considered using my mouth on her again, but I hesitated. She had been through alot last night… fucked hard, and I had already eaten her to multiple climaxes… she needed her rest.

I picked up the panties from the nightstand, and sucked in a quiet breath. Even though I had licked them, the remnants of Michael’s cum was still there, dried but unmistakable. I took them with me, bringing them to my bathroom sink, where I would wash them by hand, just as I always did when she wore panties. It was one of my responsibilities, a quiet act of service that bound me to her in the smallest but most intimate of way. I would keep these panties on my bathroom vanity. It would be a constant reminder of this momentous day.

To Be Continued