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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 43: I Watch Michael Make A Baby, Anna Throats Michael, I Climax Unexpectedly, I Find Out Anna Is Pregnant
I had thought about seeing Michael’s cock going into my wife’s pussy since her affair began, and now it was moments away. I could imagine him emptying his balls into my beautiful wife… no pill, no protection, and ovulating. It was almost to much to bear.
However, this night wasn’t just about me watching my wife impregnated. It was about Anna, about fulfilling a shared dream, and about all of us playing our part in something so much larger than ourselves, something so beautiful… creating life.
Anna deserved this. She deserved to experience passion, connection, and fulfillment in every sense of the word. She so deserved to have a baby… to be a mother. I knew she would be a great, loving, nurturing, and caring mother.
Anna pulled her lips from Michael’s cock and stood up. Then their lips met, and as their bodies intertwined, I felt my chest tighten with a mix of emotions I could barely untangle… longing, excitement, pride, and love, and as always, a tinge of jealously.
Michael’s hands glided over Anna’s body with experience… he had done it many times, but this time was special. His lips trailing kisses along her collarbone. Anna’s soft moans filled the air, and when their eyes met, I could see the genuine affection they shared. It was a beautiful intimacy.
Anna glanced at me briefly, her expression warm and reassuring. It was as if she wanted to remind me that I was still part of this moment, even if I was merely a witness.
The room filled with the sounds of love. I couldn’t believe that I was watching another man make love to my wife. It was so practiced and intimate and incredibly beautiful. It was as if I was watching a movie with two gorgeous actors making love for the camera.
They moved to the bed, Michael helping Anna to lie down on her back. He crawled between her legs and lifted them to his shoulders. He bent his head and I watched as his mouth claimed the place that my mouth had been so many times… and apparently so had his.
I saw Anna look at me again. Her eyes were bright and loving. She smiled knowingly, almost saying, “You’re better.” At least that is what I hoped she was thinking. Michael worked on her for a long time, making her climax several times.
Afterward, Anna knelt beside Michael and, with a knowing glance in my direction, leaned forward, her lips parting in anticipation. She turned to smile at me—calm, confident, radiant—then lowered her head and slowly took him into her mouth. To my utter amazement, she didn’t stop. Inch by inch, she went deeper and deeper, until he had disappeared completely. Every bit of him was buried in her throat.
I gasped, overwhelmed. I had never seen anything so stunning. My own cock pulsed with aching arousal, and I feared I might climax right then… before Michael had even entered her. I had no idea she could do that, especially considering his size. Yet there it was, her mouth and throat enveloping him with practiced ease, like she was welcoming him home. It was obvious that this was a routine act between them.
She began to move, up and down, smooth and unhurried. There was no hesitation… this was something she knew how to do, something she had clearly done before. When she finally pulled back, gasping for breath. His cock was slick and glistening, shining with her saliva. It hovered near her smiling lips, strings of her saliva still attached to his cock, catching the flicker of the room’s soft amber light. Another breathtaking image etched into my memory.
The preliminaries were over. Anna was ready, and so was Michael. My head swam. My caged cock throbbed uncontrollably, dripping like never before. A part of me wished she’d kept the cage on. I didn’t think I could survive this without losing control—though I wasn’t even sure I wouldn’t climax inside the cage. I knew it would be intense. I knew it would challenge me. But nothing could have prepared me for what I was witnessing.
And yet, beneath the erotic intensity, there was something deeper. This moment wasn’t just about the act… it was about love. My love for Anna, her love for me, and yes, the love between her and Michael. It was all here, tangled together in one impossible, beautiful moment.
I realized I had been holding my breath as Anna moved to her back, resting her head on the pillow. Her face was serene, yet rich with emotion. As she opened her legs in a silent invitation, her expression radiated trust… and surrender. Michael moved between them, and I watched, spellbound as my wife reached for his cock. With ease and familiarity, she guided him to her entrance.
His heavy balls swayed beneath him, full and ready. I could almost feel the heat of them. I imagined the flood of fertile seed inside, waiting to be released into Anna’s welcoming body. Each little sperm capable of making a baby inside my wife… each one genetically different and could create a unique human life.
“Oh yes, Michael, fuck me,” she gasped. “Give me everything. Give me your baby-making cum.”
I knew those words were for me too.
Michael let out a low grunt of pleasure as he slid deep inside her. I watched, helpless and aroused beyond belief, as her body stretched around him in a way I never could manage. The sight only worsened my predicament. They paused, unmoving for a few heartbeats, savoring the moment. Their mouths met in a long, passionate kiss… his big cock buried fully inside her, his body pressed against hers, their connection as intimate as it could be.
Then they began to move.
Together, they found a rhythm that was natural, practiced, and perfectly in sync. I felt like a silent witness to something sacred… something greater than lust. It wasn’t just sex. It was creation. They were trying to make a child. And I was watching from the outside.
The room filled with the wet, rhythmic sounds of their bodies joining, and I could feel my own trembling in response. I squeezed my eyes shut, forcing myself to breathe slowly, trying not to lose control. My poor penis throbbing hopelessly, drooling copious fluids down to my balls.
When I opened them again, I saw Anna wrap her legs around his waist and lift her hips into him, sealing their connection. There was no turning back. It was far to late for second guesses. Their movements became more urgent, yet still harmonious… a symphony of motion and breath, familiar and perfect.
The air was thick, charged with something I couldn’t quite name—lust, love, reverence, all mingling into one. My head was light. My heart raced. I was dizzy, nearly on the edge of fainting.
Then Michael began to take her harder, his hips moving faster.
Anna’s cries grew louder, echoing off the walls. Michael’s grunts came with each powerful thrust. He was close… I could hear it, feel it. So could she.
I closed my eyes and tried to speak to my cock, begging it to hold on, to not betray me, not now. Not like this.
But I was losing the battle. The sounds of their coupling echoed in my head. I thought for a brief moments that maybe I could put my fingers in my ears to dull the sounds that filled the room.
Michael moaned, loud, guttural, and I knew. He was climaxing. He was pumping his potent seed deep inside my wife… several hundred million little baby making sperm.
“Yes! Yes! Make a baby in me! Cum in me, please!” Anna screamed, her voice full of desperation and joy.
It was too much… I had lost the battle.
Without a single touch, without any stimulation beyond what I’d seen and heard, my little cock exploded. It was like a dam bursting—years of denial and control shattering in a glorious, helpless release. I came harder than I thought was possible. The first jet shot high, landing on my chest, followed by another, and then another, wild and uncontrolled, painting my belly and thighs. It was a mess—hot, sticky, humiliating, and beautiful.
When it was over, I sat there stunned. Dripping. Spent. Watching as the woman I loved held another man inside her, both of them wrapped in each other’s arms, both glowing with the intimacy of what they’d just shared.
And I had never loved her more.
I looked up to see Michael’s cock still buried deep inside Anna. Though he remained inside her, a milky trail had begun to leak from the edges—evidence of just how much he had released. The raw intimacy of what had just occurred seemed to hang in the air, energizing all of us in different ways.
For me, the disappointment arrived quickly. But surprisingly, it wasn’t as dark or crushing as I’d feared. The beauty of what I had witnessed softened the blow. I watched, breath held, as Michael slowly withdrew. His cock slid free, and Anna was left open, exposed, her body still trembling with the aftershocks of their union.
Before she could even glance down at me, I stood up and bolted from the room, shame burning through me. I cleaned myself up and lay on my bed, heart pounding, unsure if I would see her again that night. I didn’t feel worthy. I felt broken. Humiliated.
Some time later, just when I had convinced myself that I’d ruined everything, the door to my room creaked open. Anna stepped inside, her silhouette bathed in the soft glow from the hallway. Her expression was unreadable. She was naked.
Without a word, she slipped into bed beside me, her touch warm and comforting. I turned toward her, barely able to speak.
“I’m so sorry,” I whispered, voice trembling. “I let you down.”
She reached out, gently brushing her fingers across my cheek. “No, Jason,” she said softly. “You didn’t let me down. What you experienced was real, and powerful. You responded to something deeply emotional. And while yes, you know better than to climax without permission… I’m not angry. You will be punished. Harshly. But I’m not angry.”
“I understand. I deserve it,” I said. “I don’t know what happened.” A lie—but I felt too vulnerable to admit the truth.
I started to say more, but she silenced me with a tender kiss.
“I knew it might happen,” she said quietly. “In fact… I kind of hoped it would.”
My eyes widened. “You did? Why?”
Her voice was soft, almost wistful. “Because in that moment—when Michael was climaxing inside me… I imagined it was you. I imagined you were the one filling me, making me pregnant.”
Tears welled in my eyes again. “Really? I… I don’t know what to say.”
She touched my face again, holding me there. “This baby will be ours, Jason. Yours and mine. Not Michael’s. You will be the father, in every way that matters. If we’re lucky enough for this to work, we will owe him gratitude… but this child will be ours.”
I was stunned. Elated. I wanted to leap from the bed, scream my joy. But I just lay there, overwhelmed, tears slipping silently down my cheeks.
Then she leaned closer, her voice dipping to a whisper. “Now I want you to imagine those little rascal sperm inside me, swimming, searching for a home.”
In spite of the fact that I had just climaxed with what was a huge climax for me with more sperm than I thought I could produce, I grew hard again.
She giggled and flicked my penis with her finger and it began to immediately wilt. Then the put the small cage back on me and the lock clicked loudly in the otherwise quiet room. In that instant, everything felt right again. I was back where I belonged.
I smiled through my tears. “I love you so much.”
Anna smiled and said, “I don’t know exactly when I’ll get pregnant, but when it happens, I want you there. When Michael comes over again, you can watch. At least the first time each evening. But you are not to climax again. Do you understand?”
“Yes, ma’am,” I said, heart swelling. This was why I loved her so much.
Her tone changed slightly, shifting back into something firm, familiar.
“Now… clean me up,” she said, moving to straddle me.
I hadn’t expected it. But of course, it was our ritual. The act that reminded me I was still part of it all. Still hers. And though it felt different this time—more meaningful, more sacred—it was also the same. Familiar. Special.
Anna came to my room twice more that night. Each time, I cleaned her.
It was four long months later when I woke at my usual time and made my way to the kitchen to prepare Anna’s morning coffee. The house was quiet. I carried the steaming mug down the hall to her bedroom, expecting to find her already awake, scrolling through her phone or getting ready for the day.
But she wasn’t.
She was still sleeping, her hair fanned out across the pillow like silk, her face peaceful and serene. It was unusual for her to sleep this late, and for a moment I considered backing quietly out of the room to let her rest. Instead, I tiptoed over to leave the coffee on the warmer on her nightstand.
As I leaned over, something caught my eye—a small, white plastic stick, faintly visible in the soft morning light. I froze. I knew what it was… a monthly ritual. Reaching out with trembling fingers, I picked it up.
There, on the pregnancy test, were two bold red lines.
My breath caught. My knees nearly gave out as I stared, stunned. Was this real? Was I misreading it? I turned the test over in my hand, as if seeing it from another angle might change the result. But it didn’t. Two clear lines. Positive.
A soft rustle broke the silence, and I looked down to see Anna turning toward me. Her eyes met mine, and she gave me a smile I’ll never forget. It was warm, knowing, and radiant with joy.
“Is this real?” I whispered.
Her smile deepened, her eyes misty. “It’s real,” she said softly.
Time stopped.
All the emotion we’d carried—the pain, the sacrifice, the hope—rushed in at once. I dropped to my knees beside the bed, holding the test in one hand, reaching for hers with the other. Our faces pressed together, tears falling freely, mixing on our cheeks. We stayed like that, silent and overwhelmed, knowing our lives had just changed forever… in a good way.
“We’re going to be parents,” Anna whispered, her voice trembling. “You’re going to be a father. I’m going to be a mother.”
The words hit me like a wave. I could hardly breathe. “I know,” I choked out. More tears came. I had never truly let myself believe this moment would happen. After the devastating doctor’s report, I thought my role as a father was something I would have to grieve and bury. And quietly, I had feared Anna might face a similar struggle. But now…
Now it was real.
It’s strange how something so natural—so seemingly simple as conceiving a child—can become an impossible dream when even one piece of the puzzle doesn’t fit. And yet, that very struggle had made the dream more sacred. The pain had sharpened our desire, refined it, until it became something pure and powerful. And now, that longing had given way to this moment. A miracle in the form of two red lines.
“I still can’t believe it,” I whispered, staring at the test like it might dissolve if I looked away.
“Come here,” Anna said gently, lifting the edge of the blanket to reveal the soft warmth of her bare body beneath. Her inviting smile told me everything.
Without a second thought, I slid into bed beside her, sinking into her warmth as she pulled me close. Her arms wrapped tightly around me, and our lips met in a long, tender kiss. The world beyond that room disappeared. There were no more doubts. No fears. Just the two of us, wrapped in love, floating in the stillness of something deeply profound.
We stayed like that for a long time, our bodies entwined, our hearts beating in rhythm, breathing each other in. It was more than love… it was a beginning.
And as I lay there, everything we’d gone through in the past few years came rushing back. All of it—the struggles, the surrender, the transformation. It had started with my failure to control my urges. And yet, that failure had brought me to Anna and eventually our FLR. All because of a woman strong enough to take the reins and redirect our entire marriage.
Her embrace of a Female-Led Relationship had changed everything. It gave us structure. Purpose. Love with clarity. Marrying her, surrendering to her strength, and walking this path together was the best decision I’d ever made.
And now, we were going to be parents.
