My Journey Into A Loving Female Led Relationship: Chapter 40 & Addendum

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.

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Chapter 40: Anna Takes Michael To Her Bed

Anna walked into the room, and everything stopped. She was radiant… draped in the sheer black camisole I had carefully selected, paired with a matching garter belt and stockings, and those oh so sexy sheer black panties. Her heels clicked softly against the floor as she moved toward us with confidence. You could see her beautiful breasts swaying with each stride.

Both Michael and I instinctively and silently stood up.

“What were you boys laughing about?” Anna asked with a glowing smile, her voice carrying a playful warmth. She was clearly pleased.

Michael cleared his throat, looked at me and back at her before he said, “Oh, nothing you’d be interested in.”

Anna raised an eyebrow but smiled, amused. She walked straight to Michael, her eyes locked with his as she reached out and pulled him close. Without hesitation, she leaned in and kissed him deeply. And to my great surprise, his hand came up and slipped under her camisole to caress her breast as if by instinct.

I froze, my beer nearly slipping from my hand. Of all the things I’d tried to prepare myself for, this moment… the sight of my wife kissing another man in front of me… wasn’t one of them. I expected a greeting, a few casual words, maybe a laugh, and then for them to vanish into the bedroom. I already knew what happened behind closed doors. I knew they fucked. I knew she sucked him, and he went down on her. I even knew they kissed.

But seeing it… watching her press her lips to his, their tongues slowly intertwining—it hit different. It wasn’t raw or mechanical like sex can be. It was tender. Intimate. Personal in a way I hadn’t prepared for.

I remembered hearing once that prostitutes often avoid kissing their clients. They say it’s too personal, too close to love. And suddenly, I understood exactly what they meant.

Anna kissing Michael… it was more than sex. It was connection. And it shook me to my core.

Whatever my initial feelings, they were quickly eclipsed by something else. Excitement. Curiosity. My body reacted on instinct, my penis growing impossibly in my tight cage. I swear watching them kiss, their bodies pressed tightly together, his hand under her top made my penis pulse more than if I had been watching her suck him.

The kiss went on like they hadn’t seen each other in months… I could see their tongues working in each others mouth. It was like I wasn’t even there. Yet I knew Anna was doing this for me… to tease me, to test me. It did both.

When they finally parted, Anna stepped away and turned to me. Her smile softened as she pulled me into her embrace. Then, she kissed me, deeply, passionately… her lips still wet with Michael’s taste.

I moaned softly into her mouth, surrendering completely to the moment. Anna was completely in charge. There was no longer any confusion or hesitation on anyone’s part. We were here at her pleasure, to give her pleasure, and there was no doubt about it.

When she pulled back, her gaze moved between Michael and me, her smile filled with both confidence and affection.

“Well,” she said, her voice light but commanding, “shall we continue our evening?”

Those words held a much different meaning for me than they did for either of them. Neither Michael nor I spoke. We just nodded… two men orbiting the same sun, caught in the gravitational pull of Anna’s presence.

The night was only just beginning… and it would be a long one.

For me: straining in my cage, burning with desire I could do nothing about.

For them: no limits, no restraints. Just flesh, heat, and freedom.

With the comfort of her own bed beneath her, Anna would become something untamed—a wildcat, unleashed. She was in her element now: safe, yet lit from within by a fire I could no longer touch. She existed in her own world, and at this moment, this night, I was only allowed to witness its glow from the shadows.

I could only imagine what Michael would feel—what it would be like to be him tonight. To be inside her again, feeling her body respond to his long cock thrusting into her. To see and feel her react. To see that side of her. To feel her legs wrap around him the way they used to wrap around me.

And God help me, I almost wanted to cry. Not from regret, but from a swirl of emotions I couldn’t quite untangle. There was joy, genuine joy, at the thought of her happiness… the pleasure she would take… the satisfaction she would give and receive. And yes, there was sadness too. A quiet ache at knowing I would never feel her like that again. Not in that way.

But this was the life I chosen, the path I asked for. And I was still sure I wanted it… maybe more than ever.

Anna pulled me close again, kiss me and whispered, “Thank you, sweetheart. I love you more than words can say.”

Then she took Michael’s hand, looked at me with a smile, and said as if her lover was here to play poker, “It’s time for some fun.” With a gentle tug, she guided him toward the bedroom. Michael followed without hesitation, his gaze fixed on her, his eyes on her clearly visible ass. I had a moment of jealously or insecurity, but it quickly passed.

When the door closed behind them and I heard the lock click, a shiver ran through me. The lock wasn’t necessary… it was symbolic, a definitive line drawn in the sand. Anna had made her choice for the night, and I was on the other side of that door.

I turned and walked to my office… my so-called bedroom… hoping to distract myself with anything. Emails, paperwork, mindless scrolling on my computer. Anything to fill the space, to silence the noise in my head.

But nothing held my focus.

My thoughts kept drifting, pulled inexorably toward the bedroom next door. There would be no updates, no texts. Just silence—and my imagination, which was far too vivid.

I pictured them naked, tangled in each other, locked in an intimate embrace. Their bodies pressed tight, her legs around his waist, her lips parting beneath his. The heat, the moans, the raw chemistry between them… the kind of passion I would never share with her again.

And yet, strangely, I didn’t feel regret.

Only hunger. A deep, unrelenting ache that twisted in my chest and settled between my legs. Desire without outlet. Want without end. It would stay with me through the night—unyielding, merciless, and mine alone. It was what I needed now… it was what I had bargained for in this FLR and was strangely satisfying.

Minutes passed, though they felt like hours.

I left my room to use the bathroom, hoping the brief distraction would clear my head—when I heard it. A soft, unmistakable moan floated through the silence of the hallway. My stomach tightened. My breath caught in my throat.

Then came another—louder, fuller. Anna’s voice. She was climaxing.

I knew that sound. I knew it. It was the same moan she made when I had my mouth on her, when her hips trembled beneath my tongue. For a fleeting second, I wondered how good Michael was at eating her. She once told me I was better. I clung to that.

Still, I turned back and retreated to my room, chasing some illusion of reprieve—but it was useless.

My bedroom shared a wall with hers. Every sound, every rhythm, every tremor carried through the drywall like a cruel reminder. A few moments later there was a faint creak of springs, the steady pulse of the headboard tapping the wall. There was no mistaking it.

They were fucking now.

Then came the sighs. Her voice, rising. Not polite, not restrained, but raw. Real. Unguarded. The sound of a woman losing herself in pleasure. Anna’s moans grew louder, rising and falling, punctuated by gasps and cries I had no part in.

I couldn’t make out the words, but I didn’t need to.

She was calling to him.

She was climaxing—hard. And not just once.

It felt surreal. To be in my own home, sitting behind a closed door, hearing my wife come under the weight of another man. His cock stretching her in ways I never could. Taking her to places I would never reach.

And still, I listened.

Because that, too, was part of my place.

Anna was loud—almost deliberately so, as if she wanted me to hear. Wanted me to know just how much she was enjoying herself. Later, she would confirm it: every sigh, every cry that pierced the thin walls had been intentional.

But it wasn’t cruelty. It was honesty. A wordless invitation to witness her joy from the other side of the door. A shared truth, even if it hurt.

And if I listened closely, really listened, I could hear it all. The low, rhythmic slapping of skin against skin. The unmistakable cadence of fucking. He was deep inside her. There was no doubt.

I closed my eyes and lay back on my bed, letting the sounds roll over me like waves. I could have gone to another room, further down the hall, where their passion might not reach me. But I didn’t. I stayed.

Because this was my reality now.

And I accepted it.

Some time later, Anna appeared in the doorway of my room—poised like a feline, sleek and utterly in control. She moved toward me with a quiet, effortless grace, her hips swaying, her breath still ragged from exertion. The only thing she wore was a garter belt and sheer nylons, the straps hugging her thighs, drawing my eyes down the soft, smooth lines of her body.

The faint hallway light cast her in silhouette, but it was the glistening sheen between her thighs that made my breath hitch.

I knew exactly what it was.

Michael’s cum.

No panties tonight. No discreet cleanup. No effort to hide it like when they met at a hotel. She let it stay right where he had left it. Bold. Unashamed. Still warm, still fresh, the scent of sex clinging to her skin.

A living, breathing reminder of what she had just done.

And who she belonged to in that moment.

And now, she was bringing it to me as if I needed evidence of what they had done.

She leaned down, her face just inches from mine, and whispered, “I told Michael I needed to check on you. He doesn’t know what you do for me yet… but I’ll have to tell him soon. For now, here’s your reward.”

Before I could fully process her words, Anna climbed onto the bed and straddled me with a calm, commanding grace. It was a deliberate act, part dominance, part dark intimacy, and I could feel the heat of her body radiating down toward me.

She hovered just above my face, close enough that the scent of sex filled my senses. I looked up.

Her pussy was raw. Glowing. Open. Slick and thoroughly used.

I could see everything… her swollen lips, visibly stretched, glistening with the unmistakable sheen of satisfaction. My mind flooded with images: Michael’s thick cock driving into her, stretching her wide, over and over, the way I once had. No, better than I ever could. That part of her no longer belonged to me. Not like this. Not ever again… not with my own cock, caged and denied.

And then I saw it.

Michael’s cum.

Thick. White. Unmistakable.

It was starting to ooze from her, slow and viscous, a vivid, living proof of what had happened between them. Of what she had chosen. Of what I had asked for.

Without a word, I opened my mouth, positioning myself beneath her. Waiting. Offering. Obedient.

A long strand stretched from her opening toward me, hanging in the space between us like a silk thread. It swayed, glistened, and then dropped, warm and deliberate, onto my tongue. I swallowed instinctively, feeling it slide down my throat, the taste and texture embedding themselves into memory.

If there had been any doubt in my mind that this was actually happening, it was gone. My wife had fucked her lover in what used to be our bed. Now it was hers and his… christened by their love making.

Then it came in a sudden gush, and for a moment, I was overwhelmed. The taste, the volume, the sheer force of it took me by surprise. But I refocused quickly, knowing what was expected of me… and knowing it was what I wanted too.

I had been here before… cleaning Anna. But tonight was different.

The volume of his cum far exceeded anything I’d experienced. I realized now that when Anna had come home after being with him in the past, I had only ever received the remnants… the second or third release. This time, I got it all. The full load.

I swallowed as quickly as I could, doing my best to keep up, to prove my devotion in the most intimate way possible. This was my duty. But more than that, it was an honor, to clean her, to serve her, to consume the vivid evidence of her pleasure. I didn’t want to lose a single drop.

Anna giggled, the sound light and playful, cutting through the thick haze of submission like a tease. “You are quite the eager beaver,” she said.

Then she pressed herself fully to my mouth, her pussy still soaked. “Hurry,” she murmured, voice lilting and full of mischief. “Get it all. Clean me up. I have to get back to him.”

And so I did.

I worked with care and reverence, my tongue moving in slow, practiced strokes as I tasted everything that remained of him… of them. I made sure she felt clean. Cherished. Worshipped. Her soft moans filled the room, her fingers occasionally sliding through my hair as I served her. She climaxed three times before she finally pulled back, breathless and glowing.

“Thank you,” she said softly, her voice warm and rich with satisfaction.

Then she leaned down and kissed me—slow, lingering, intimate.

“I should rinse my mouth before I go back to him,” she whispered with a sly smile. “He might taste something on my lips.”

“There is some mouthwash in my bathroom,” I said.

“Perfect,” she replied with a giggle, slipping away toward the bathroom. Again, I saw her beautify naked body silhouetted by the light from outside the room. Her ass was the most perfect I had ever seen… I adored it.

Before leaving the room, Anna paused at the doorway, turning back and said, “I’ll be back later. If you’re asleep, I’ll wake you.”

And just like that, she was gone, floating out of the room, back to her lover, leaving me in the dark, drenched in the echoes of her pleasure and the ache of my own devotion.

I knew I wouldn’t be sleeping, not tonight. The scent of her and Michael lingered on me, a slick stickiness covered my face and I wasn’t going to wash it. I lay there with my penis struggling to get erect, the pulse of my heart matched the dull ache of my restrained arousal. My mind raced with images of her night with Michael, their naked bodies pressed hotly together, slick with sweat from their vigorous copulation.

True to her word, Anna returned later in the night. The clock read just past midnight when she slipped back into my room. She brought a finger to her lips, signaling silence, and gracefully straddled me again. She whispered, “He dozed off.”

She straddled me again. I leaned in, giving her my full attention, as she allowed me to once more lick her beautiful, cum filled pussy. When she was taken care of and gone, I still didn’t clean my face. It was my reminder of her… and my role.

Two hours passed, and it was nearly 2 AM when Anna returned a third and final time. This time, instead of straddling me, she knelt beside the bed. Her expression was softer now, a mix of exhaustion and contentment. A moment later I knew why she was on her knees when she kissed me and my mouth filled with her lover’s sperm. I was shocked to say the least.

I moaned into the kiss, our tongues intertwining as we pushed Michael’s essence back and forth between us. The realization hit me… this was something deeply intimate, something beyond mere passion. She wasn’t just kissing me; she was sharing her lover with me.

She could have swallowed it, ended the moment there. But instead, she had chosen to bring it to me. Cleaning her up had always felt like a privilege… both a treat and a practical service, sparing her the inconvenience of going to the bathroom. But this… this was something far more personal.

When she finally pulled back, her lips glistened, and she smiled playfully, her eyes alight with amusement and intent.

“I sucked him off just for you,” she whispered.

“I figured that,” I said with a smile. “Thank you.”

She pressed another kiss to my forehead and murmured, “I’m glad you liked it. Maybe one day, I can convince Michael to let you take it from the source.”

The words didn’t register at first. But then my eyes widened in shock. Had I misheard her? Was she really saying what I thought she was?

Before I could fully process it, she continued with a playful smile. “Once he leaves, you can come into my bed. I need someone to snuggle with. But wash your face, and mouth… you’re a mess.” She giggled, her laughter light and teasing, as if she hadn’t just turned my world upside down.

She couldn’t see my face color with embarrassment. However, my heart swelled with emotion. What she had done was very personal, and now going to her bed, especially in this situation, was a rare invitation, one I cherished more than words could express.

“I’d love that,” I said softly, my voice catching with emotion.

“I love you,” she returned.

Anna smiled and brushed her fingers across my cheek before slipping away, leaving behind the lingering scent of the incredible sex she had engaged in tonight. I had smelled that many times over the past several months, but it wasn’t fresh like it was now. I realized that I probably smelled the same way even though I hadn’t really had any sex.

A while later I heard Michael leave and the front door close. I didn’t wait for an invitation, I jumped up and quickly went to Anna’s bedroom. When I opened the door, I could again smell the sexual aroma that permeated the air. I saw Anna lying on the bed, looking like a well taken care of woman. Her legs were spread wide as if in invitation, but I knew it wasn’t for my penis. She held her arms open to me and I hurried into her embrace. Her body was hot from the activity of the evening. A moment later we were kissing passionately again.

“Thank you, Jason,” she whispered when we parted.

“Thank you,” I returned. Then I moved down and used my mouth to bring her to several more climaxes.

I held her in my arms until she fell asleep. It took longer for me to fall asleep as I couldn’t get out of my mind what had happened in this very bed just a few minutes earlier, it was still warm from the activity. Beyond that, I kept wondering if I had heard her correctly about taking cum from the source. Could she actually want me to do that? If she did, I would do it… for her. With that thought the excitement of the evening and all that happened finally overcame me and I dozed off. I loved this woman so much.

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Chapter 40: Addendum, Maddie (Michael’s Wife) and Anna Meet For Lunch

Author’s Note: This is a supplemental chapter that I chose not to include in the original postings until now; as it isn’t sexual in nature—but I believe it still adds something meaningful to the overall story. What follows is my interpretation of a conversation described indirectly in Jason’s journal, told from his wife Anna’s perspective.

While I don’t know the exact details of their exchange, I do know the outcome, which becomes clear in this chapter. The dialogue is a reconstruction—fictionalized based on what Jason wrote in his journal entries—but I believe it stays true to the spirit of their relationship and the journey they were on.

Anna received a phone call from Maddie—Michael’s wife. It wasn’t entirely unexpected, as they had met for lunch once before, but that had been a long time ago. Still, Anna felt a flicker of concern. After all this time, why was Maddie reaching out now?

The relationship between Anna and Jason and Maddie and Michael had always been cordial, even friendly, though never particularly close. They had gone to dinner together a few times and saw each other at company functions… at least until Michael left the firm.

Maddie was a few years older than Anna, but still a strikingly attractive woman. She had soft, shoulder-length blonde hair, a creamy complexion, and piercing blue eyes—much like Michael’s. Her figure was lean, perhaps a little too thin, likely a result of her medical history. Still, she and Michael made a picture-perfect couple: beautiful, well-matched, and clearly devoted to each other.

Anna carried a quiet sense of guilt about her involvement with Michael, but over time she had come to see it as something that, in its own strange way, benefited both families. She wasn’t leaving Jason for Michael, and Michael certainly wasn’t going to leave Maddie for her. Anna told herself… perhaps somewhat selfishly… that if she hadn’t been in the picture, Michael might have eventually sought out a more conventional sexual relationship elsewhere, which could have ended up far more complicated.

Though Michael rarely spoke about it, Anna was aware of Maddie’s medical history. Maddie had survived ovarian cancer and undergone multiple surgeries and other treatments to correct the complications that followed. She had been cancer-free for some time, in remission, but the aftermath of her treatments… radiation and chemo… left her unable to have penetrative sex. Maddie had taken a pragmatic view of it, even suggesting, perhaps half-joking, that Michael see a sex worker now and then if he needed to. But that wasn’t something Michael would ever do.

So, Maddie and Michael had found themselves in a quiet, unspoken bind with no easy resolution.

Right or wrong, Anna consoled herself with the idea that she was the solution to a problem neither couple could otherwise solve, and Michael had agreed. Anna never doubted that Michael loved his wife and children deeply, and he would never intentionally hurt them. In fact, he claimed that his relationship with Maddie had improved since he and Anna had started seeing each other. The missing piece of his sex life… what he couldn’t have with Maddie… he found with Anna. At home, his and Maddie’s intimacy centered around oral and manual stimulation. And while that worked, Michael had always been highly sexual, and between Anna and his wife, his desires were fully met.

It all seemed to be working until Anna got the call from Maddie.

And with it came a wave of unease.

Maddie had arranged the lunch at a downtown restaurant. When Anna arrived, she spotted Maddie sitting alone in a private booth by the window. A wave of relief washed over her when she saw Maddie smile and wave. As Anna approached, Maddie stood and gave her a warm hug—just like they always had. The gesture eased some of Anna’s nerves.

They sat down and ordered drinks. Beyond wine in the evening or with dinner, Anna didn’t usually drink during the day, especially at lunch, but today she felt like she needed something to settle her nerves. They made small talk for a few minutes, covering the usual mundane topics, until their drinks arrived.

Anna took a large swallow of her rum and Coke, feeling the alcohol burn all the way down to her stomach. She followed it with a second, just as quick.

Across the table, Maddie smiled softly, barely sipping from her own glass.

It was a gentle, disarming smile, but Anna feared it might be masking the seriousness of what was coming.

Finally, Maddie broke the silence. “Thanks for coming, Anna. I wasn’t sure you would. So… let me just get the elephant in the room out on the table.”

Anna felt her face flush and not just from the alcohol.

Here it comes, she thought.

“Anna, I know you and Michael are having… well, an affair.”

Anna gasped. For a moment, she thought about bolting from the restaurant. She might have, if Maddie hadn’t reached across the table and placed her hand gently over Anna’s.

“It’s okay,” Maddie said softly. “I’ve known for a long time. I have never said anything to Michael, and don’t intend to. I’m doing much better now, but the damage from my cancer… it’s permanent. I’ve made peace with that and, this in important for you to know, with your relationship with Michael.”

Anna was speechless. She sat frozen, hyper-aware of Maddie’s hand still resting over hers, almost as if to keep her from running.

Finally, she found her voice. “I don’t understand… how could you be okay with…”

“With the affair,” Maddie finished for her, gently squeezing her hand.

“That’s easy to answer. Because Michael and I are stronger now than we’ve ever been. He’s loving, attentive, and above all, an incredible father. During my illness, he took on so much of what I used to do. He became my rock, and he still is. But he didn’t start out that way. At first, he was angry… not at me, but at the situation. At the hand life had dealt us. It was tearing him apart, and there was nothing I could do to fix it. I was too sick to be of any help.”

“I’m so sorry,” Anna said, her eyes filling with tears. “I never wanted to cause you more pain.”

“You didn’t, sweetie.” Maddie gave her hand another squeeze. “I know how hard this conversation is… for both of us. I’ve held it in for a long time, but I felt like it was finally time to talk about it. And I’m doing this because I see something in you, Anna. When Michael mentions you, well… he thinks you are a special woman.”

Anna blinked, stunned by the kindness in Maddie’s words. “How… how can you feel that way? After what I’ve done?” Anna’s tears flowing. She wiped her eyes with her napkin.

Maddie sighed and took another small sip of her drink to let Anna recover. Just then, the waitress returned. They both declined to order food but asked for another round.

When the waitress was gone, Maddie continued.

“Let me be honest. When I first realized Michael was seeing someone, I was furious. I didn’t know who it was… but a woman always knows when her husband is… uh… cheating. He had changed. He was still loving and attentive… maybe more so… but something in him had shifted. And it wasn’t a bad thing. It was like… like something had lifted. The anger, the bitterness was gone. Slowly, I saw the sparkle return to his eyes. The sparkle I hadn’t seen since this whole ordeal began.”

“Early on, I hoped he’d just found a prostitute—someone to take care of his carnal needs,” Maddie said, her voice calm but reflective. “But then I realized… no hooker could cause that kind of change. It had to be something deeper. Something real. It naturally scared me. I wondered if his new attitude toward us was because he felt guilty, and maybe some of it was.”

However, the more I thought about it, the more I realized the answer had been right in front of me the whole time. Do you remember the first time we met? It was at your office Christmas party. The moment I saw you, and the way Michael looked at you, I knew there was an attraction. I was starting my treatments at the time and things were very stressful. I don’t think anything had happened between you two yet, but there was a spark. And you know what they say… where there’s a spark, there’s usually a fire.”

Anna remembered that party all too well. She and Michael had been flirting, almost unconsciously. Jason had noticed right away. And now, it seemed, Maddie had too.

“That was when I first noticed a change in Michael. It was subtle then, but over the next few months, it grew. Around the time he left for the new law firm…”

Anna felt her stomach twist. That was when the affair had truly begun.

“After that,” Maddie continued, “he started talking about you all the time, like you were a superstar. He told me you helped him land the job at the new firm.”

Anna’s cheeks burned. She hadn’t known Michael realized she had helped behind the scenes, making quiet suggestions, nudging the right people. And she certainly hadn’t done it selflessly. At the time, she’d known their growing attraction was dangerous, especially while working together. She’d thought helping him move on professionally might make their situation easier to manage, or justify, or even end it before it really began. But now, hearing it from Maddie’s perspective, she felt embarrassed.

“Anyway,” Maddie said, “he always spoke so highly of you. And of your marriage. He said you and Jason had a very… unusual and special relationship. I still don’t know exactly what that means, but Michael seemed to admire it. That’s when I noticed even more changes in him.”

She leaned back slightly, as if rewinding her memory. “During my illness, he was always there, but it felt like duty. Obligation. And for a long time, there was no sex at all. For a year, nothing. I could barely lift my hand… let alone use it on him… which I had no desire to do. But then things shifted as I got better. We started doing stuff… you know sexually, again. He started bringing me flowers. Little gifts. Massaging my feet and shoulders. Making me coffee in the mornings. Cooking dinner when I wasn’t up to it. There were lots of other little things. I didn’t know what had gotten into him, but I loved it.

I hoped it wasn’t just a guilt thing… some phase. But know now that it wasn’t. It wasn’t fake, it wasn’t a facade.

And as I started feeling better and better… more like myself, he started… well, to put it delicately… pleasing me with his mouth more often. Whenever I wanted it. I didn’t even have to ask. And he never expected anything in return, though of course, I wanted to give back. It was amazing. Our sex life, even without penetration, had became better than it was prior to my illness. And he’s still like that today.”

She paused, then added with a small smile, “That’s when it hit me. He was mimicking you and Jason’s relationship… as he had described it to me.”

Anna’s nerves had all but vanished. Suddenly, everything made sense. Michael had been watching her and Jason… seeing how they interacted, how they loved, how they interacted, gave of themselves, and had tried to bring that energy home. No, he wasn’t caged like Jason, but in his own way, he’d adopted the same devotion, the same attentiveness.

Anna’s heart swelled. Her eyes brimmed again with tears… not of guilt, but of something like awe.

Maddie went on. “When we have gone out to dinner, I see the way Jason looks at you with excitement… and yes, with love. Michael looks at me that way now too.

Although,” she added with a laugh, “when the four of us are together, I can tell poor Michael is more than a little confused and tense.”

It was the first time Maddie had laughed, and it was infectious. Anna smiled, even through her tears.

Then Maddie said something Anna least expected… something that brought tears to both of their eyes.

“So Anna, here’s the bottom line, and the real reason I wanted to have this lunch,” Maddie said, her voice catching as tears welled up.

Anna braced herself. Here comes the other shoe, she thought. This is where it all falls apart.

But she was wrong.

“Anna, this may seem crazy, but I want to thank you. I know this probably isn’t what you envisioned when you chose Michael for your affair, but… it’s changed him. He’s become a better husband, a better father, a better man. And, maybe just as importantly, it’s made me a better wife. Whatever you’ve discovered about the relationship between a man and a woman… you should be selling it.”

Anna sat frozen. Nothing could have prepared her for that. And then, the emotion hit her like a wave… tears surged from deep within, and she burst into full, uncontrollable sobbing.

Maddie stood up, came around the table, and sat beside her. She pulled Anna into a hug, and Anna buried her face in Maddie’s neck, shaking with sobs. She knew she must look ridiculous, and felt that way. She could sense the staff glancing over, but she couldn’t stop.

“It’s okay, it’s okay,” Maddie whispered through her own tears. “You’ve made everything better.”

Those words… so close to the mantra she and Jason lived by, only made Anna cry harder.

It was a long time before the sobbing subsided. Eventually, Maddie eased back into her seat, and after a pile of tissues had been used between them, she gave Anna a soft smile.

“So… how in the world did you do it? How did you make your marriage so good, and how did it transfer to Michael? I want to learn from you. I want to use that and make our relationship even better.”

Anna took a breath, wiped her eyes one more time, and said, “First of all, thank you for saying all that. But, honestly, it wasn’t something Jason and I set out to create. It just kind of… grew. It was organic. There’s a lot to tell, and we can talk more another time. It is kind of personal and a little embarrassing to discuss, but strangely enough, it started with Jason’s masturbation habit. It was chronic… so bad that it was hurting our marriage. We almost separated.”

Maddie nodded slowly. “I am glad you survived it. But, you’re not alone. A lot of my friends have said the same about their husbands or boyfriends. How did you stop it?”

“Well, actually, it was Jason who came up with the idea. Have you ever heard of chastity cages?”

Maddie blinked. “No. That sounds… medieval.”

“It kind of is,” Anna said with a small laugh. “It’s a cage worn on the penis that prevents erections. There’s a lock, and the woman keeps the key.”

She reached beneath her blouse and pulled out a chain with her small diamond studded key on it.

“Oh my God,” Maddie said, her eyes wide. “You lock up his cock?”

“Well, Jason doesn’t have a cock,” Anna said with a smile. “He has a penis. There is a difference. His is much, much smaller than… well, you know. Michael’s, is quite a bit larger.” A flush came to Anna’s face at describing Maddie’s husband’s cock.

“Tell me about it,” Maddie said with a wry smile. “That’s part of the problem with our sex life. Even before the surgery and treatments, when Michael tries to be gentle, he’s so thick and long it hurts. I guess it is just the way I am built.”

Anna blushed again at her candidness. She couldn’t believe she was talking about this with Michael’s wife, but went on.

“Anyway, Jason’s been locked for years now.”

“You let him out for sex, right?” Maddie asked.

“No. Never. Like you, we don’t do penetrative sex anymore. Even when we did, Jason couldn’t pleasure me. He was too small and couldn’t last long enough. So now, all of our sex is oral, but only him pleasuring me.”

“But don’t you suck him?” Maddie asked.

“No,” Anna said simply. “Never.”

“But how does he get pleasure?” Maddie asked, looking genuinely puzzled.

“By pleasuring me,” Anna replied.

Maddie looked skeptical.

“I get it… it sounds strange. But we have a Female-Led Relationship, or FLR. I control just about everything that matters. In this kind of relationship, a lot of men are kept in chastity. When you control a man’s sexual outlet, you control the part of him that matters most to him. Jason is a submissive man—not weak, not spineless—but truly submissive. Most men aren’t. Probably very few are. Jason didn’t even realize he was submissive until we found ourselves in this dynamic.”

“This is fascinating,” Maddie said. “I’ve never heard of this.”

“Most women haven’t,” Anna said. “But if they had, and if they had the right kind of man, I think many would embrace it. The problem is, it doesn’t work with dominant men like Michael. Sometimes you can train a man into it, but not someone like him.

Jason treats me like a queen, and he has come to love how I take care of him. It relieves him of a lot of responsibilities, and he gets great satisfaction from pleasuring me. He has seen how his attentiveness to me gets returned, and he loves that. It has really enhanced our marriage.”

“Then that must be why is Michael doing some of the things Jason does for you,” Maddie said. “I mean, he’s changed. A lot.”

“Well, I didn’t know he was doing any of that,” Anna said. “My guess is that he has seen how well it works for us. He’s took a page from our book and began to use it. It sounds like you responded well and it went from there.”

“Okay… that kind of makes sense,” Maddie said. “So he cherry-picked the parts he could handle, you know, the ones short of being locked in a cage, and started using them with me. Like oral sex on demand. And he seems to love it… and he is really good.”

Anna wanted to say that Jason is better, but that might have been too much information. A smile crept across her lips.

“That’s what I think is happening,” Anna said. “He tried some things, you responded well, and now he’s learning from that. It builds on itself.”

“Well, I have to admit—I like it a lot,” Maddie said, her cheeks coloring slightly. “And he definitely likes that I give him plenty of blowjobs. In fact… I can’t believe I’m even saying this… I’ve learned to love sucking him off.”

She gave a proud little smile.

Anna raised her eyebrows but kept her surprise to herself.

Maddie glanced at her watch. “Oh wow—I’ve got a teacher’s meeting. I hate to run, but thank you, Anna. This turned out way better than I ever hoped.”

“Same here,” Anna said, exhaling with genuine relief. “As unconventional as this whole situation is, I’m really glad we talked. Let’s stay in touch. I might have a few ideas—things you could encourage Michael to try for you.”

“I’d love that,” Maddie said, standing and laying some cash on the table. “And I definitely want to know more about your relationship with Jason.”

They embraced warmly.

“Oh,” Maddie added with a mischievous grin, “Let’s keep all of this just between us girls. The boys don’t need to know anything about it.”

“The lunch never happened,” Anna said, smiling wide as they hugged again, sealing their little pact.

As Anna walked out of the restaurant, she felt transformed. She had walked in carrying the weight of guilt, uncertainty, and the risk of everything unraveling. So many things could have gone wrong. But now, everything felt lighter, even brighter. Her guilt over the affair had all but vanished. Not only had she found understanding, but she’d also gained a new, unexpected friend in Maddie.

And best of all, she knew her relationship with Michael wasn’t just intact… it would be stronger. He was becoming an even better man than she’d imagined. She was more than a little proud to be a part of all that.

To be Continued