My Journey Into A Loving Female Led Relationship: Chapter 48

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 48: Jason and Michael Talk, Jason Sucks Michael’s Cock

I took a deep breath. “Uh… Michael, I don’t even know what to say. This wasn’t my idea.”

He gave a knowing smile. “Mine either. But we both know, what Anna wants, Anna gets.”

I nodded, exhaling. “I just… I want you to know that I’m submissive, but I’m not… you know… gay.”

Michael chuckled. “Don’t you think I know that already?”

“Yeah, I guess you do. It’s just… I’ve never done anything like this. Never even considered it.”

“I know,” he said. “Neither have I.”

I hesitated, searching for the right words. “I do what Anna tells me because I’m hers. That’s the foundation of our FLR. But… why are you doing this?”

Michael sighed, leaning back. “Listen, Jason. We both love Anna. We both want to please her. She’s an incredible woman, and saying no to her isn’t exactly easy.”

I was surprised by his choice of words… love. But I shouldn’t have been. How could he not love her?

He must have seen the flicker of realization on my face because he added, “Jason, you have Anna. She has you. That’s not going to change. I’m not trying to take her from you… you know that. I’m just lucky to play a small part in her life.”

I shook my head. “You play more than a small part, and you know that too. We both owe you a debt we could never repay.”

Michael smiled. “I see it as a privilege to help you two. And if you ever want more children… well, I’m here.”

I laughed. “We might take you up on that.” Then, more seriously, I added, “But you know you’ll always be a part of our lives, no matter what.”

Michael nodded. “I hope so. I don’t want this to change anything between us. I still want to play cards with you, golf with you, hang out like we always do. And yeah, I want to be part of your child’s life too… at least in some way. I’d never do anything to jeopardize that, and I don’t want this to either.”

I swallowed the lump in my throat. “I appreciate that. More than you know.”

Michael raised his glass slightly. “So, what happens behind that bedroom door… stays behind that door. It’s between you, Anna, and me. No one else.”

I thought of Sally but didn’t say anything.

Michael said, “Besides, let’s be real, we’ve already seen everything there is to see… well almost. We’ve been naked in front of each other, you’ve watched me with Anna, I’ve seen you clean her… so really, what’s left to be embarrassed about?”

I laughed. “That’s true. Except, you do have a much bigger cock than I do. That’s a bit intimidating.”

Michael snorted. “Yeah? Well, you don’t need one, big or small, anyway.”

We both laughed. “Touché,” I said, tapping my glass against his and started to take a sip.

We were definitely feeling the whiskey now… our words were getting more direct, more comfortable.

Michael said, “Besides, if I’m not mistaken, you’ve swallowed more of my cum than Anna has.”

I nearly spit out my drink, breaking into laughter. I cleaned the whiskey off my chin and said, “You know what? That’s is definitely true.” I clinked his glass again before taking another sip.

I said, “But don’t expect me to throat you.”

Michael laughed again and nodded, then paused, looking pensive. After a moment, he hesitated. “Uh… Anna… uh … mentioned something… a while ago. Does she still… uh… bu—”

I cut him off with a smirk. “Peg me?”

He let out a short laugh. “I was going to say ‘butt fuck you.’”

We both burst into laughter again.

“Yeah,” I said, still chuckling. “About once a week. It substitutes for teasing and denial. It’s actually quite pleasant, and since I don’t… climax anymore, it helps keep my prostate and everything else in working order. You should try it.”

Michael raised an eyebrow. “I’ll take your word for it.”

We both laughed.

 Michael set his glass down. “So… we’re really doing this, huh?”

I exhaled and nodded. “Yeah.”

He lifted his glass one last time. “To Anna, and to our friendship. May it last forever. And may I continue to beat you like a drum on the golf course.”

I chuckled, appreciating his use of our favorite word… forever. My eyes drifted to the plaque on the wall above the chair.

“Yes. Forever,” I echoed.

Michael set down his empty glass and clapped his hands together. “Alright. Let’s do this.”

I stood. “Anna wants to see you first. She’ll text me when she’s ready for me to join.”

Michael nodded, his expression serious now. He stood as well, adjusting his shirt nervously.

I watched him walk toward the bedroom, feeling a mix of nerves, acceptance, and the weight of inevitability.

Tonight was going to change everything. And yet, somehow, I knew… we would all walk away from it stronger and maybe closer.

About half an hour later, my phone buzzed.

Come on in.

Anna hadn’t given me any specific instructions, but instinct took over. I stripped off my clothes and headed toward her bedroom. As I walked, I became aware of something shocking… I was dripping. I swallowed hard, chalking it up to the knowledge that Anna was inside, alone with her lover, probably naked, their bodies tangled together.

I opened the door and stopped dead in my tracks.

I wasn’t sure what I had expected, but the sight before me was still a shock. Michael lay back against the pillows, completely naked, his body relaxed, eyes closed, his cock hard and glistening. Anna was stretched across the bed, her head resting on his stomach, holding his thick shaft in her hand. Her lips were wet, as was his cock… clear evidence of what she had been doing before I arrived.

Just the sight of it sent another pulse of arousal through me, and I felt another drop leak from my caged cock.

Anna smiled, her eyes gleaming as she motioned me forward.

I hesitated only for a moment, then moved toward the bed, stiff from both nerves and the lingering ache in my punished backside. Slowly, I crawled onto the mattress, settling between Michael’s legs, trying not to touch him… which was ridiculous, considering what I was about to do.

“Lie on your belly and get close,” Anna instructed, her voice soft yet firm.

I swallowed hard and did as she said, moving so close that his cock was just inches from my lips… I could smell his scent. From this angle, Michael’s length looked even bigger, more intimidating than I had realized.

“Now, watch me,” Anna said.

I watched as she leaned down, pressing a slow, lingering kiss to the swollen tip of Michael’s cock before taking him into her mouth. A soft moan escaped her lips, mirrored by a deep sigh from Michael. She closed her eyes, savoring the moment as she sucked gently on the head, her tongue teasing the sensitive ridge.

Then, she pulled away, tilting his cock toward my mouth.

My heart pounded against my ribs.

Anna smiled at me reassuringly.

I parted my lips and took the head inside, my tongue instinctively circling the crown.

“That’s it,” Anna encouraged. “Suck gently, use your tongue around the edge… you know how good that feels… or at least, you used to.”

Her words stung in a way I couldn’t define, but I focused on what I was doing. I heard a low moan from Michael, and it startled me. I hadn’t expected that.

Anna let me continue for a few moments before gently pulling his cock from my mouth.

“Now, follow me,” she said, lowering her mouth to the side of his shaft, dragging her tongue slowly up the length of it.

I hesitated for only a moment before mirroring her movement on the other side. Our tongues brushed against each other several times, mingling with the slickness of our saliva.

When his cock was completely wet, Anna suddenly pulled away and kissed me, her lips soft but insistent.

“He tastes so good, doesn’t he?” she murmured against my mouth.

I had no idea what a cock was supposed to taste like, so I just nodded and muttered, “Uh-huh.”

Anna’s lips curled in amusement before she shifted lower, lifting Michael’s balls with her fingertips and dragging her tongue across them.

“Now you,” she instructed when they were thoroughly wet.

I followed her lead, trailing my tongue over the delicate skin, tasting him fully. We took turns until his balls were soaked with both our spit.

Then, Anna returned to his cock.

“You won’t be able to do this yet,” she said, glancing at me with a knowing smirk, “but watch me.”

I picked up on the word “yet” and shivered. I resolved in that moment to lean to throat him… if that is what she really wanted. Then I obeyed, watching closely as she lowered her mouth over him once more. Inch by inch, she moved downward, her lips stretching to accommodate his girth. I could see her throat opening, her muscles relaxing as she took him deeper and deeper until her lips were flush against his balls.

I had seen her do it before. But never from this close.

It was mesmerizing. I had no idea where it had all gone.

She held him there for several long moments before finally pulling back, gasping for air, his cock glistening and slick with her saliva. Thin strings of it still connected her lips to him.

“Fuck,” Michael groaned, his voice rough with pleasure.

Then she did it several more times before she paused and pulled away.

“I’ll do it for real this time. Watch how my throat expands… you can see how far down it goes,” she whispered.

I moaned, my poor little penis throbbing and dripping as I watched.

She lowered herself onto him again… slowly, deliberately. His cock was so thick and long, I couldn’t fathom how she could take it all. It took my breath away. I could almost make out the shape of the crown pressing beneath her skin.

A muffled gag escaped her, but she didn’t stop. She had him all over again, her lips flush against his balls. Drool leaked from the corners of her mouth, slick and glistening, pooling against his balls. Her face was red from lack of oxygen and the effort to take him fully.

Anna pulled back, then took him again, each time only halfway before plunging back down. I watched, spellbound. And then, with a flush of heat creeping up my face, I realized that my little guy wouldn’t even make a dent in her throat. She could take me with ease.

Anna wiped her mouth with the back of her hand and grinned. “I love doing that.”

Then, she turned to me.

“Now, you take it as far as you can.”

I exhaled sharply, my body tensing, knowing this was the moment.

And I lowered my mouth.

I took him as deeply as I could. My throat tightened, and I gagged, instinctively pulling back. I had barely taken a few inches. There was still so much left. I realized that keeping my promise to learn to throat was going to be a lot harder than I imagined.

Anna stroked my hair and smiled. “That’s good. Now, you take over. Do what we just did, don’t forget his balls and use as much saliva as you like.” Then she added with a teasing smirk, “I like it sloppy.”

I nodded and went to work, running my tongue over the head, down the shaft, and along the sensitive skin of his balls. I tried to remember what I had always enjoyed about receiving a blowjob, focusing on recreating that sensation for him.

Anna watched closely. “Use your hand on his shaft too,” she instructed. “Stroke him as you take him in and out of your mouth.”

I obeyed, wrapping my fingers around the base of his cock, noting that he was twice as thick as I am, as I continued sucking the head, swirling my tongue around the crown.

“That’s it,” Anna encouraged. “Keep at it.”

I felt her shift on the bed, moving toward Michael. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw her crawl up to him and press her lips against his, kissing him deeply as I continued working on his cock. I watched them, mesmerized by the way she kissed him, the way his hands roamed her body with familiarity, while I remained focused on pleasuring him.

A few minutes later, Michael let out a deep moan, and I knew I was doing something right.

Anna moved back down beside me. “He’s getting close,” she murmured. “Be ready, his first load is big, so don’t be caught off guard. Listen to his moans. You’ll feel his balls start to tighten when he’s seconds away. And Jason… I want you to swallow everything. All of it. The taste won’t be new to you… maybe just a little stronger since it’s not coming out of me.”

I swallowed hard, my heart pounding as I began to suck him in earnest. I heard him moan again, this time more urgently. I couldn’t suppress a little moan of my own.

Anna murmured, “Imagine that big, beautiful cock fucking me. Remember when you watched him fill me, when his thick cock got me pregnant? Now you’re sucking it. Now you’re trying to get him to release that wonderful sperm so you can swallow it. I love that you’re doing this for me. I love watching you suck cock.”

She ran her fingers through my hair, then whispered, “Take him deep again. Do your best. He loves that.”

With gentle but firm pressure, she guided my head down until I gagged. I still barely managed a couple of inches, but it was more than last time. I struggled to relax, to open my throat the way she wanted, but my body refused.

Michael’s moans grew louder, rough and needy, and so did mine. Anna’s words weren’t just fueling him, they were unraveling me, making me desperate, making me want more.

I felt his balls tighten beneath my fingers, just as Anna had said. My own body reacted involuntarily… my caged cock throbbed painfully, and I could feel myself dripping onto the sheets… almost like a ruined orgasm and it was running out of me.

I felt his cock throb in my hand, and I knew what was coming. The head had swollen to an even greater size. And then it happened.

Michael lifted his hips and grabbed the back of my head, holding me in place as he erupted into my mouth. I had known it was coming, but nothing could have prepared me for the sheer volume.

“Swallow quickly,” Anna hissed.

I obeyed, gulping down the thick liquid as fast as I could. Once. Twice. Three times. And still, it kept coming. Some of it leaked from the corners of my mouth, running down his shaft and pooling at his balls. I tried my best, but I couldn’t swallow quite fast enough.

I breathed a sigh of relief when the flow finally slowed.

“Keep stroking him,” Anna instructed. “Make sure you get every last drop.”

I heard Anna moan… that familiar moan of her climax.

I did as I was told, milking him until there was nothing left.

I had done it.

I had sucked a cock.

And incredibly, it wasn’t nearly as bad as I had feared. In fact… I kind of liked it. There was a strange sense of power in bringing someone to that level of pleasure, in completely surrendering to the moment.

When I finally pulled back, I felt something sticky on my chin and dripping from my lips. I reached up and realized that it wasn’t saliva this time. It was cum. Michael’s cum.

I looked at Anna, my eyes glassy, my mind still spinning. Then she kissed my lips passionately and her tongue entered my mouth as if she was looking for any morsel left from his balls.

When we parted, she smiled, clearly pleased. “Now clean up your mess. You let a lot puddle on his balls. I’ll forgive you this time, but not next time.”

I exhaled shakily and leaned back down, lapping up the remnants of his orgasm, making sure to leave him clean. Then without being told to I sucked the head of Michael’s softening cock into my mouth. He moaned and I felt another dribble of cum squeeze out of the head.

When I finished, Anna cupped my chin, tilting my face up to hers. “Good boy! You did well, Jason. I’m proud of you.”

I didn’t know what to say, so I stayed silent, still processing everything.

Anna leaned in and kissed me again, her lips pressing softly against mine, tasting the last remnants of Michael’s release.

“Mmm, you should be happy I am sharing that with you,” she murmured against my lips, giggling.

Then, she pulled back. “You can go to your room now. I’ll be there later for you to clean me up.

I nodded and stood, my legs slightly unsteady as I left the room, my body still tingling from the experience.

Tonight had changed something inside me, forever. I realized that Anna always knew what was best for me. She always challenged me and it always made things better.

To Be Continued