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 42: Talking to Michael About Fathering Their Baby, Making A Baby With Michael
Anna and I knew this was a momentous decision—one not to be taken lightly. We were fully aware that we were stepping outside the bounds of convention, perhaps even propriety. We’d read the statistics on how many women give birth to children who aren’t biologically related to their husbands. Some reports suggest that as many as 30% of those who take paternity tests discover such surprises. In most cases, we believed, it wasn’t intentional. Accidents happen. But what we were considering wasn’t an accident… it was deliberate. And though we had no way of knowing how many couples had chosen the same path, for us, it felt right. It felt practical.
Even after agreeing to move forward, we continued to have long, thoughtful conversations. We explored everything from legal implications to emotional risks—the potential for jealousy, the possibility of damaging our relationship, or creating tension between us and Michael. But in the end, we set most of those concerns aside. We would proceed with care. There would be no pressure on Michael. If he declined, that would be the end of it. We would find another way.
Still, we hoped. Quietly, fervently. I knew how much this meant to Anna. She would be heartbroken if he said no. But I remained optimistic. Michael wouldn’t jeopardize the unique and fulfilling connection he had with Anna over this. And really, what man wouldn’t want to father a child with someone like her? Their bond was rare, and we both felt that a child would only deepen it.
And I was okay with that.
More than okay.
I trusted Anna completely. I knew she loved me, and I loved her. We were a team—unconventional, maybe, but strong. Michael was an essential part of that team. This next step, as bold as it was, felt like a natural evolution of what we had built together.
We decided to talk to Michael the following Friday night. I’m not sure who was more nervous, Anna or me. We both felt confident he would agree, but there is always that bit of uncertainty. There was always the chance that something could go wrong, that the delicate balance we had cultivated might tip.
That night, Anna, in her usual effortless confidence, chose to wear a thin pink camisole paired with matching string bikini panties. The outfit was simple yet undeniably alluring, clinging to her curves in a way that made her look both elegant and seductive. It accentuated everything about her… the smooth lines of her body, the graceful arch of her back, and the way her toned legs seemed endless. She was breathtaking, and even though I couldn’t fully respond thanks to my cage, the ache of longing was undeniable.
When Michael arrived, I greeted him at the door with our customary handshake followed by a brief hug. Over time, our relationship had deepened in ways I never would have imagined. We weren’t just friends anymore, we were more like brothers. We played golf together, attended ball games, and even bonded over a shared love for chess.
Anna and I had even joined Michael and his wife for dinner on a few occasions. His wife was a kind, intelligent woman who carried herself with quiet grace, despite the health challenges she faced. Both Anna and I had been reluctant to meet her at first, but Michael insisted. Naturally, we felt a degree of guilt about what we were doing—but when we finally sat down with them, much of that guilt softened.
Seeing the connection Michael shared with his wife changed things. It became clear that he loved her deeply, and we knew he would never leave her. Nor would Anna ever want that. She had no desire to disrupt a marriage or take something that wasn’t freely offered. What she wanted was a lover who could give her something I couldn’t. And while it wasn’t quite that simple, it wasn’t much more complicated either. We knew that many would judge us harshly, but we didn’t care. Our relationship had been unusual from the start and this was just another twist.
While Michael suspected his wife might have an inkling about a extra-martial relationship, she never asked, and he never told. He remained a devoted husband and an exceptional father, qualities that only deepened my respect for him.
But the most significant thing Michael and I shared was Anna. We each held a unique piece of her heart, mind, and body. Our relationships with her were different, but they were both meaningful, both necessary in their own ways. Yet, Anna navigated it with the same poise and determination she applied to everything in her life. She made it look effortless, even when I knew it couldn’t possibly be.
As always, Anna greeted Michael with a passionate kiss, their connection evident in the way they melted into each other’s embrace. There was no hesitation anymore, no shyness, we all knew why he was here and there was no reason to hide it. His hands instinctively found their way to
her hips, then down to her perfectly sculpted ass, lingering just long enough to make her smile… and to remind me of the cage’s unforgiving grip. It was their ritual, an unspoken exchange of energy that set the tone for the evening. He had her body and I had her mind… or a large portion of her mind.
Tonight, however, there was a subtle tension in the air, a hint of anticipation. The bottle of wine I had set out earlier, accompanied by three glasses instead of two, was an obvious clue.
As Anna led Michael over to the sofa and sat next to her with her thigh touching his.
“Well,” Anna said, her voice warm and inviting, “it looks like we’re all sharing a drink tonight.”
Michael chuckled, his gaze flicking between the two of us.
“What’s the occasion?” he asked.
I cleared my throat, my hands fidgeting slightly as I was unable to get out the words I had rehearsed.
Anna stepped in, her confidence radiating as she reached for the bottle and began pouring the wine into each glass. She handed one to Michael, one to me, and then took her own.
“To open conversations and new beginnings,” she said, raising her glass.
We clinked glasses, the crystal ringing softly in the quiet room before we each took a sip. The weight of what was about to be discussed hung heavy, yet there was a shared trust between the three of us.
Anna set her glass down and looked at Michael with her signature calm and direct gaze. “Michael, there’s something important Jason and I want to talk to you about tonight. It’s… significant. And we want you to know that no matter what, there’s no pressure. We’re approaching this with love, trust, and respect.”
Michael nodded, his demeanor very curious, but steady, and attentive.
“You’ve got my full attention.”
Anna glanced at me, silently saying, “It’s your turn.”
We had agreed that the words had to come from me first, then from her—like the team we were. Anna would carry the baby, but I was the one giving permission for another man to father it. The responsibility had to begin with me.
I took a deep breath before speaking.
“This isn’t easy to bring up,” I began, my voice low but steady, “but it’s something we’ve been thinking about for a while now. You’ve become such an important part of our lives, and… well, we were hoping you might be open to helping us with something incredibly personal.”
The air in the room grew still, thick with anticipation. Michael’s expression shifted, not with alarm, but quiet curiosity. “Go on,” he said gently.
Now it was Anna’s turn.
She reached out, resting her hand lightly on Michael’s arm. “Jason and I want to start a family,” she said. “But medically, it’s impossible for us to conceive together. We’ve looked into other options—donors, clinics—but nothing felt right. Nothing felt personal. There were problems with every approach. We struggled for a long time… and then we realized the answer was right in front of us.”
Michael’s brow knit in thought, then slowly lifted as realization settled across his face. He looked back and forth between us, his expression shifting from surprise to something more contemplative.
“You’re asking me… to help?” he said slowly, as if weighing each word. He was unwilling or unable to actually mouth the words.
Anna turned to me, and I nodded. “Yes, Michael. I… we… want you to impregnate Anna. Not through a clinic, not in some cold, sterile setting… but naturally. If you’re willing.”
Michael actually gasped.
The room went utterly quiet. He set down his wine glass and leaned back in his chair, running a hand through his hair. You could almost feel the electricity in the stillness.
My heart pounded. My stomach was in knots. I felt the blood rush to my face as the silence stretched. I could hear the ticking of the clock on the wall, steady and indifferent to everything unfolding in front of it.
“You’re… you’re asking me to get you… pregnant?” he repeated, as if needing to hear it from his own mouth to believe it.
“Yes,” Anna and I said in unison.
We both let out a nervous laugh, and the tension in the room only thickened.
“That’s… that’s a lot to consider,” he said finally. “But it’s also an incredible honor that you’d ask me. You’re both so important to me. And Anna, you know you mean the world to me.”
Anna smiled softly, her eyes glistening. “We know this is a big ask, Michael. And we’re not pressuring you. But you’re already a part of our lives, a part of me. This just feels… right.”
I added, “You’re someone we trust completely, Michael. And if you say no, we’ll understand. But if you say yes… it would mean so much to both of us. We don’t want to pressure you. You can take your time and think about it. If you decide that the answer is no, everything will go on as it had between you, Anna, and me, I promise. You are too important to us to lose. You don’t even have to answer tonight. You can consider it and get back to us. ”
Michael took a deep breath, his gaze shifting between us as he seemed to measure the weight of his answer.
Finally, he smiled, a warm, genuine smile.
“If this is something you both truly want, if this is how you see your future, then I don’t need any time, the answer is yes. I’ll do it. I’d be honored to help you build your family. How many do you want,” he added jokingly.”
“One would be a good start,” Anna returned showing the tension had lessened. It was like the world had been lifted off our shoulders.
Relief washed over me, and I saw Anna’s shoulders relax as she let out a soft breath. The three of us exchanged looks. An understanding of the gravity, the permanence, of what we were saying.
Anna lifted her glass again, her smile radiant and filled with gratitude. “To trust, love, and new beginnings.”
I quickly added, “And to babies.”
“Baby,” Anna said, “let’s not get ahead of ourselves.”
We all laughed and clinked glasses once more, and this time, the toast carried a deeper meaning.
It was decided that we would begin immediately, or as soon as Anna’s ovulation cycle aligned, which happened to be the following week. The timing was perfect, and the anticipation consumed me. But what made it even more profound, and shocking to me, was when Anna said, “And I want Jason to be present for the conception.”
I could see the shock on Michael’s face, and it matched mine. My head was spinning with the implication. My poor little penis was ready to break out of the cage.
Anna sealed it when she said, “There is no negotiating on this. It is what I want. Although you will make the baby Michael, Jason will be the father and I feel he should be there.”
I felt my heart almost burst with pride and love of this wonderful woman.
I saw Michael look at me and nod. I let out the breath I had been holding.
Anna explained there would be special rules, boundaries to maintain respect and intimacy, but she wanted me there, to witness, to support, and to share in this deeply significant moment. I truly loved that she wanted me involved in such a personal and vulnerable experience. To be part of it… something I would cherish for all the days of my life.
The following week felt like the longest of my life. I suspect Anna felt the same way. She carried herself with a lightness, a barely contained excitement, like a little girl eagerly counting down the days until Christmas morning. But this wasn’t about toys or holiday cheer… it was far more serious… it was about the promise of something far greater: the chance to create life.
As always, I helped Anna prepare for the evening. I drew her bath, made sure her skin was perfectly smooth with careful shaving, and set up the bedroom with meticulous care. Tonight felt different, though. There was an added weight to every detail, every movement. I was surprised when Anna pulled my mouth to her pussy before she even got out of the tub. Once my tongue found her, I knew she was very, very excited. She climaxed twice before I helped her out of the tub and dried her soft skin.
Anna had decided to allow a few soft lights to remain on alongside the scented candles, creating a warm and intimate glow. She explained that she wanted me to be able to fully witness everything… to see, to understand, to be present in every moment. To put it bluntly, she wanted me to see her fuck her lover with the intent of getting pregnant. I loved it… she was making me part of it, and I loved her for it.
Anna had also given me instructions for my role. I was to remain completely naked, sitting quietly in a chair at the foot of the bed or off to the side… my choice. I chose the foot of the bed… it felt closer, more connected to her. I was hoping that I would be able to see the actually penetration. Although, I didn’t know if I could stand it from a sexual overload perspective. But I also knew I couldn’t look away.
Before leaving the room to finish her preparations, Anna removed my cage. It was the first time in months, other than for maintenance/tease and denial care, and her voice was firm when she gave her final instruction.
“You are not to climax, Jason. Not under any circumstances. Keep your hands behind the chair, or sit on them if you have to.”
I said, “I’m not sure I can do that. Can I please keep the cage on?” I was almost begging now.
Anna said, “No. You need to have some self-control, Jason. Don’t touch yourself. I want to see you struggle. I want to see that little thing of yours pulsing with excitement—knowing I might be getting pregnant, but not by you. That contrast turns me on. Even if you can’t penetrate me, I want you to feel as close as possible to the act of conception. I want you right there, watching. It thrills me to know you’ll be part of something so intimate… your little guy twitching and dripping, overwhelmed by the moment.”
I agreed, but I wasn’t at all sure I could control myself. I wouldn’t touch myself, but that might not matter. Anna was challenging me like never before and I desperately didn’t want to disappoint her.
Anna’s attire for the night was nothing short of breathtaking. She wore a delicate white lace bra, paired with a matching garter belt and sheer white stockings that accentuated the smooth lines of her legs. Her bikini-style panties completed the ensemble, hugging her curves and hinting at her arousal in a way that was both seductive and elegant. A pair of high heels added a final touch of poise and allure. She was radiant, ethereal, even. In that moment, she was mesmerizing, stealing the breath from my lungs.
Michael and I were sitting living room when Anna walked in. We both stood up and stared. I actually felt light headed. She was glowing like I had never seen before. It was like she was an angel. Michael stared with a look that matched mine. I can’t even begin to describe it.
The energy in the air was electric as they came together in their ritual passionate kiss. I watched as he grabbed her sexy ass and fondled it as the kiss went on for a long time. I felt like a third wheel, staring, but that didn’t stop me. I had come to the conclusion that watching Anna kiss her lover was almost as sexy as kissing her myself.
Then, the three of us moved to the bedroom. I followed behind them, feeling the weight of the moment pressing down on me.
Once inside the bedroom, Anna turned to me briefly, her eyes locking onto mine as if to anchor me. Then she took Michael’s hand and led him to the bed.
I sat down on the chair at the foot of the bed, clasping my hands behind me as instructed. My heart was racing, my breath shallow. I couldn’t look away as Anna and Michael moved together with practiced ease and then kissed long and passionately, their bodies pressed together as one. Their connection was undeniable, their chemistry evident.
Once they broke the kiss, I watched as Michael took off Anna’s bra, releasing her gorgeous tits… tits I would soon watch grow, and now could imagine our baby feeding on. Then he took off her panties showing how wet she was. With a smile and a laugh, he tossed them over to me. They landed on my lap. I smiled and picked them up, lacing them across my hard penis. It made me throb so much I worried I would climax from the touch of her panties alone.
A moment later Anna began to take off Michael’s clothes. I knew he had a good body, but seeing his strong and muscular bare chest surprised me. Anna then proceeded to kneel and take his shoes and pants off. Then she ceremonial pulled his underwear down, exposing Michael’s already hard cock cock. It was magnificent and obvious why Anna love it.
Suddenly, Anna had Michael’s cock throbbing in front of her. She looked at me with a smile and then kissed the head before taking it into her mouth and sucking slowly, lovingly.
My penis throbbed as I saw my wife with a cock in her mouth, other than mine, for the first time. It was almost too much for me.
It was obvious that she was very familiar with it. Michael grabbed her head and held her as she sucked and licked him.
Of course, it was the first time I had seen Michael fully naked, and the difference between us was clear. He was confident, well-endowed, at least seven inches plus, and I knew why Anna had chosen him. He was far larger than me. I shivered at the thought of that beautiful cock sliding into my wife… the love of my life.
