My Journey Into A Loving Female Led Relationship: Chapter 39

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 39: Anna Brings Home Her Lover

Things progressed smoothly between Anna, her lover Michael, and me for several months. Every Friday evening, like clockwork, Anna would leave to meet him at their usual hotel suite. She never left me completely in the dark and made sure to keep me informed, sending texts to let me know when she arrived, when they got to the room, when they had finished in bed and what had happened in between.

Those messages were always explicit, detailing every intimate act in a way that left no room for imagination. Each word made my poor, caged penis throb and drip with frustration and excitement. As torturous as it was, I loved her for including me, even if it only deepened my ache.

Many times, she would return home with fresh hickeys on her neck, bold and undeniable marks of her night with him. Without fail, she would tilt her head, presenting them to me, instructing me to kiss them in respect. I obeyed, my lips brushing over the reminders of another man’s passion.

For days afterward, she would tease me relentlessly, letting them show, casually touching them in front of me, making offhanded comments about what they had been doing when he left those marks on her skin.

“This one here,” pointing to one high on her neck, “was done while he was fucking me. His cock was deep inside me and suddenly he was climaxing. Instead of moaning, he sucked my neck harder. Its going to be there for a few days for sure, and every time you see it, you will know that he was emptying his seed deep inside me.”

Those words sent another jolt through me… a mix of jealousy, submission, and a desire so deep it left me trembling. Sometimes she would even tease me by rubbing her key against the dark marks on her neck… pointing them out as if I couldn’t already see them. It drove me wild.

One time she even took the key off as she laid down on the bed. I was surprised, thinking she was going to take my cage off… but she wasn’t. Instead she rubbed the key up and down her sperm soaked pussy, coating it in Michael’s seed. Then she presented it for me to clean with my mouth.

Through all of this, I never doubted Anna’s love for me, but, like any husband I felt every emotion imaginable during those months, but the overwhelming majority were positive. Anna was blossoming, becoming more radiant, confident, and self-assured than I had ever seen her.

Still, there were lingering concerns that I am sure every cuckold husband in this situation would have. What if she outgrew me? What if the excitement of having a submissive husband to guide, discipline, and mold eventually wore thin? And the biggest concern of all, what if she fell in love with Michael? Fortunately, Anna never gave me a reason to believe that. On the contrary, she seemed to adore me more deeply with every passing week. She devoted more time to teasing me, which in turn inspired me to work harder at pleasing her.

Each Friday Anna would have a quick dinner with me before meeting Michael at the hotel, where he would ravage her body for hours before she returned home. And every time, she brought back what she called her surprise, which was a playful euphemism for a ritual we both knew intimately… it was my job to clean her pussy… a job I truly loved now. I think we both felt it brought us closer together. I know I have said it before, and sounds weird to some people, but it was true.

Once I cleaned her up, we would fall asleep together. I loved that I got to sleep in her bed, but I only got to do it on those nights. However, it made me feel a part of the process… included.

One Saturday morning, Anna asked me to sit down with her. Her expression was serious but calm.

“Jason,” she began, her voice steady. “You know Michael and I have been meeting at a hotel every week since this started. But recently, something happened that made me realize we need to change how we’re doing things.”

I felt a twinge of anxiety as I leaned forward. “What happened?”

“Last evening, as I was walking into the hotel, I ran into one of the lower level attorneys from my firm. I don’t know if he knew Michael, but it is a relatively small community, so he could have. Thankfully, Michael and I always arrive separately, so we weren’t seen together. But it was far too close for comfort. I told him I was meeting a client in the bar, and I think he believed me. But Jason, it was a wake-up call. Neither Michael nor I can afford any kind of scandal. Even if he isn’t working for the firm, it would ruin my chances for partnership.”

My stomach tightened as I considered the implications. “Wow… that could have been a disaster.”

“Exactly,” she said firmly. “So, I proposed a solution to Michael, and while he was reluctant at first, he agreed.”

“What’s the solution?” I asked, trying to steady my voice.

Anna took a deep breath and looked directly into my eyes. “He’s going to start coming here.”

Although it wasn’t entirely a surprise, it shocked me nonetheless. For a moment, no words came out. Finally, I managed to stammer, “He’s… coming here?”

“Yes,” she said, her voice soft but resolute. “It’s the safest option. It eliminates the risk of being seen at a hotel, and it doesn’t cost anything so he won’t have to explain the expense should his wife notice it. If anyone asks about him coming here, we can simply say he’s your friend and the two of you watch sports together or something equally plausible.”

I felt my pulse quicken. “But… what about me? What am I supposed to do when he’s here? Do I leave? Lock myself in the bedroom?”

Anna smiled gently, her tone reassuring. “That’s something we can figure out together, Jason. I want you to be comfortable, or as comfortable as you can be in this situation. But this is going to happen. It’s the best choice for all of us.”

She was right.

The thought of Michael and Anna, their intimacy happening in our home was a bit overwhelming. “So… Michael’s okay with this?” I asked cautiously.

“As I said, he was reluctant, but he understands the risks, and he knows there aren’t many other options… unless we drove a long way to get away from the city… and I don’t think you would want that either. Plus, there are benefits for us, Jason. Think about it, no more late nights wondering when I’ll be home, no more worrying about whether I’m safe driving back. And…” She paused, a mischievous smile tugging at the corner of her lips. “I won’t have to bring anything home to you. It’ll all happens right here.”

She wasn’t wrong. There were practical advantages to this plan. But the emotional weight of it felt immense. It was one thing for them to be at a hotel, and quite another for him and her to be right here in Anna’s bed.

“Okay,” I said softly. “If your decision and I respect that.” I knew I didn’t have any choice anyway.

Anna’s face lit up with warmth, and she reached out to take my hand. “Thank you, Jason. I promise, this isn’t going to change how I feel about you. If anything, it’s going to bring us even closer.”

I nodded, still processing everything, but her sincerity calmed me.

I felt like a cat on a hot tin roof the night Michael was scheduled to arrive. My nerves buzzed with anticipation, uncertainty, and if I was being honest, a strange excitement. We had obviously never met… except for that Christmas party. Anna and I had agreed to keep our usual routine intact: I would help her with her bath, carefully attending to her needs, shaving her legs and her pussy, and tending to her nails if necessary. These quiet moments together had become an intimate ritual, and tonight, they felt even more significant.

Afterward, I laid out her outfit for the evening, one we had picked out together on a recent shopping trip. Anna had let me help choose pieces designed to make her feel confident and irresistible. It would no longer be a blouse, skirt, or even a dress. Now it would be sexy lingerie.

Tonight’s selection was a sheer black camisole top, delicate enough that her breasts were subtly visible beneath the fabric… her hard nipples would be apparent. It was paired with a matching garter belt and black stockings that would cling to her thighs. Completing the outfit were sheer black panties, so sheer that they couldn’t possibly hide her amazing pussy, and a pair of her tallest six-inch heels. I hadn’t seen her in the outfit as she made me leave before she dressed.

I had prepared the bedroom for her and her lover: her favorite silk sheets, dimmed lighting, flickering candles and an ice bucket with her favorite champagne chilling beside the bed. A playlist of soft, sultry music played in the background. I even got some roses and placed them in vases around the room to complete the ambiance. The room felt warm, comfortable, and safe.

One thing we had discussed, and something Anna had been very firm about, was that I would would be home, and not hiding away in my room. I felt my stomach doing flip flops when she informed me. She wanted me to be present, to interact with Michael, to properly welcome him into our home. Avoidance wasn’t an option. I was to face this reality head-on, just as I had agreed to when I submitted to her authority.

However, Anna had made one significant concession: I didn’t have to be naked. She decided that, for both Michael’s comfort and mine, it would be best if I remained clothed… within limits. I was permitted to wear one of my jogging suits, but underneath, I was to remain bare. No underwear. No barrier between my skin and the fabric. And, of course, I would be locked in my smallest cage, the unforgiving steel serving as a silent but constant reminder of my place.

In the living room, I set out two bottles of beer on the coffee table, one for me and one for Michael. I figured he was probably just as nervous as I was, though for entirely different reasons. Yet, despite the swirling emotions inside me, I reminded myself that we both wanted the same thing: for Anna to be happy… and safe. This worked best for everyone involved.

The sound of the doorbell broke the moment, and Anna’s eyes met mine one last time.

And so, the evening began. Anna disappeared into the bedroom, promising to return in about thirty minutes. Her smile was confident, but I could see the spark of anticipation in her eyes and a tiny bit of nervousness.

I was left alone in the living room, my heart racing as I approached the door. As I said, I had met Michael once before, briefly, a polite exchange of greetings and little else. But tonight was different. Tonight, he wasn’t just a casual acquaintance; he was Anna’s lover. He had had his cock inside her many times in the past few months, and as I was acutely aware, deposited his copious cum inside her… something I hadn’t done with her in a long, long time and never would again.

Anna had assured me that she’d prepared Michael for the meeting. She told me she’d described our relationship in detail some time ago, explaining the nuances of our FLR. According to her, Michael was not only understanding but also intrigued. He’d said that as long as Anna was happy with the arrangement, he wasn’t going to question it or interfere.

I took a deep breath and opened the door. Michael stood there, tall and composed, dressed smartly but casually. We stared at each other for a long moment, both of us processing the strangeness of the situation. Neither of us had a choice, it was Anna’s decision and we both knew that she generally gets her way.

Then he extended his hand. “I’m Michael.”

I reached out and shook it firmly. “Jason. Come on in.”

I led him into the living room, feeling uncomfortable, but resigned. The silence hung heavy as we both sat down, each trying to navigate the awkwardness of this uncharted territory.

“So… how are those Yankees doing?” I asked facetiously, attempting to break the ice. I had no interest in the Yankees.

Michael chuckled and shook his head. “I’m not a Yankees fan.”

“Neither am I,” I replied with a smile.

The tension eased slightly, and we both laughed. At the same moment, we each opened our mouths to say something and then stopped. That broke the ice further, and we shared another laugh.

Finally, I took a deep breath and said, “Michael, I want to thank you.”

His eyebrows rose in surprise. “Me? Why?”

“For what you do for Anna,” I said firmly, holding up a hand to stop him from interrupting. “Please, let me finish. I have to say this. You know we have a very unique relationship.”

“Yes, a female-led relationship,” he said, nodding. “Anna explained it to me. Honestly, it seems to work beautifully for you two.”

“It does. And you’d be surprised how common it actually is, even if most people don’t talk about it openly. But even knowing this, I always understood that Anna might eventually want, or need, a lover. Out of all the possible people she could have chosen, you are, without a doubt, the best option. Not just because of your situation at home, but because of the way she speaks about you, the respect she has for you. You’ve made her happy in ways I can’t, and I’m grateful for that. So, thank you.”

I felt a weight lift off my chest as I finished speaking. It wasn’t easy to say, but it was honest, and I knew it needed to be said.

Michael let out a breath, I could see his tension lessen immediately.

“You know, Jason, it is I that should be thanking you. Without the bond and trust you’ve built with Anna, this arrangement wouldn’t exist. You’re right, it’s unconventional, but it works because of the trust between you two. And honestly? Being able to share those moments with Anna, here, in this space… in your own bed, it’s more than I could have ever hoped for.”

I said with a small smile, “Technically, it’s not my bed. It’s Anna’s. Mostly, I sleep in the other room.”

Michael chuckled. “Right. I knew that. But regardless, it’s perfect for all of us, I think.”

“Yes, for all of us,” I added sincerely.

The tension in the room eased further, replaced by an unspoken understanding. We both cared deeply about Anna, and, in our own ways, we both wanted to ensure her happiness.

We sat back, took sips of our beers, and the room settled into a more comfortable silence. The evening, uncertain as it had started, was beginning to feel natural.

“Listen Michael, I don’t want you to think I am some kind of wimp,” I said. I saw Michael start to speak but I stopped him again and said, “You know we have a very different kind of relationship. It works for us, and I have come to love it.”

Michael said, “First of all, I don’t think you are a wimp. I heard about the bar fight.”

I got a look of surprise on my face. “How did you hear about that?”

“I still have friends at Anna’s firm. It was all over the office. Guys that saw it said you must have been some kind of Navy Seal or something.”

I laughed. “No, I couldn’t hold a candle to them. I’ve trained in Karate since I was seven and even won several championships in various age and weight categories. It wasn’t that hard to take those guys down. You learn where the weak points are, like the eyes, nose, neck, solar plexus, and of course balls. Then you have to understand leverage. At that point, it doesn’t matter how big the guy is, you can take him out, if you act quickly and decisively.

Michael nodded, my knowledge seeming to impress him.

“Michael, there’s something else I need to mention,” I said, my voice quieter now. “I’d appreciate it if you didn’t bring what I am about to say up to Anna—at least not yet. I’m pretty sure she’s planning to tell you herself, but I thought it might be better coming from me.”

I could see a flicker of concern cross his face, his brows drawing together. Before he could say anything, I added, “It’s nothing bad. Nothing serious. But it’s been on my mind, and I just want to get it off my chest.”

He nodded slowly, waiting.

“As you know, in an FLR, the woman makes the rules… especially at level four. Do you know what that means?”

Michael gave a small nod. “Yeah, I’ve read a little.”

“Okay,” I continued. “Well, one of Anna’s rules for me is that I… uh… since she’s been seeing you, I’m required to… clean her up afterward.”

Michael’s expression shifted, confusion at first. Then I saw the light go on in his eyes.

“You mean you… uh… after we have sex… you clean her?” he asked, his voice low.

“Yes,” I said plainly.

For a moment, he was quiet. Then, to my surprise, he nodded as if it made sense now. “That explains why Anna’s always in a hurry to leave after we’ve… you know, been together.” He gave me a faint smile. “She just says she has to get home to you.”

I chuckled softly. “You noticed that, huh?”

“Yeah.” He studied me for a moment, then asked, “Do you… uh… like doing that?”

I took a breath. “Well, it started back when Anna and I first began dating. She told me she’d never give blowjobs or swallow unless the guy was willing to… well… taste himself afterward. She said it was about fairness. And honestly, she had a point. I won’t lie, I hated it at first… especially right after I’d climaxed. But over time, I got used to it. Eventually, I even craved it, because it something personal I could do for her. It also meant she’d give me blowjobs.”

Michael smiled at that. “Anna mentioned something like that to me early on… but she never enforced it. In fact, she swallowed me the first time she sucked me off… in the stairwell.”

I gave a wry grin. “Yeah, I heard about that. But you two aren’t in an FLR, so you had the option to say no. With Anna and me… it’s different.”

“I’m glad I had that option,” Michael said with a chuckle. Then his expression turned curious again. “So now you do it for her… is that better or worse than when you used to do it after your own sex with her?”

“Oh, it’s much better now,” I said, without hesitation. “Mostly because I’m not dealing with the whole recovery thing we guys go through after climax. I don’t fully orgasm anymore, so I’m always in this state of… heightened arousal. And I’ve come to enjoy that arousal, and the aftercare I give Anna. It’s not just about the act… it’s about being close to Anna. Pleasing her. Feeling connected, even when she’s with you.” I smiled and added with a teasing tone, “If you ever get the chance, you should try it.”

Michael shook his head. “I’ll take your word for it.”

We both burst out laughing then. Whatever tension had been there was gone. The ice was well and truly broken. It had gone exactly how I had intended.

Then, the bedroom door opened.

To Be Continued