My Journey Into A Loving Female Led Relationship: Chapter 49

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 49: Anna Visits Jason After Sucking Michael, Michael Returns the Following Week and Anna Has Jason Suck Him Again, Jason Throats Michael

I lay quietly in bed for a long time, waiting for Anna. The stillness gave me time to reflect on everything that had happened. I was undeniably confused. While I had been reluctant to take Michael in my mouth, I now felt an odd sense of satisfaction, or perhaps, accomplishment. Strangely enough, I didn’t feel humiliated or ashamed.

I knew I wasn’t gay. And as they say, “not that there’s anything wrong with being gay”, but nothing about me had fundamentally changed. I was still the same submissive, caged, and disciplined man I had been before the evening began, except now, I could still taste Michael’s cum on my tongue. It wasn’t unpleasant. I was no stranger to the taste of cum, but this was different. This was a lingering reminder of what I had done… I could taste his cock too.

The dull ache in my ass reminded me of how thoroughly Anna had disciplined me. I would be sitting gingerly for some time, but even that wasn’t unwelcome. As always, the soreness tethered me to her, a physical affirmation that I was hers.

What surprised me most was my body’s reaction. My caged cock had strained against its confinement the entire time, desperate and throbbing, leaking steadily like I do when teased to the edge of a ruined orgasm. Even now, the evidence of my arousal clung to the insides of my cage. The thought unsettled me, and yet, I couldn’t deny the quiet thrill curling in my stomach as I waited for Anna to return. It seem to take an extra long time for her to arrive.

When the door opened, Anna stood there, the back light of the moon silhouetting her. As always, she was breathtaking… a stunning beauty, effortlessly commanding. I could almost make out the curve of a smile on her lips, a silent acknowledgment, as if to say, “I knew you’d enjoy it.”

She strode toward me, and my breath hitched as I caught sight of the evidence of her coupling with Michael… his seed glistening as it trailed down her thighs. As always, the sight sent a pulse of desperate arousal through my caged cock.

Anna paused beside the bed, exuding regal dominance, her presence alone making me shiver. Then, with deliberate grace, she lifted her leg and straddled my face.

She whispered, “I don’t think I have as much for you tonight. You really took it out of Michael.”

I wasn’t sure whether to feel pride or embarrassment. I had performed what most would consider a homosexual act, and now she was telling me I had done it so well that Michael had spent most of himself in my mouth, leaving little behind for her.

But I had no time to dwell on it… Anna pressed her pussy to my lips, silencing any lingering thoughts. Maybe it was her words, or maybe it was simply the truth, but there wasn’t as much cum as usual.

I cleaned her with my tongue, savoring her, drawing soft moans from her until she shuddered through several strong climaxes. Only then did she settle beside me, curling into the bed, satisfied.

Anna smiled down at me. “I am so proud of you. You exceeded even my high expectations.” She giggled, then added, “I guess I should be a little jealous that you pleased him as well as I can… maybe even better.”

My face burned with embarrassment. “I’m sure it was just the unique situation,” I mumbled.

“Maybe,” she mused, “but you do have a very talented mouth and tongue.”

I cleared my throat, eager to change the subject. “How’s Michael doing with it?”

“He’s fine. We spent a lot of time talking. He said you two had a great conversation, and everything should be fine between you.”

“Good. I’m fine too. We both agreed that we’d do anything for you.”

“Thank you,” Anna murmured, kissing me softly. Then she pulled back and admitted, “I have to tell you, I loved watching you suck him. You probably didn’t notice, but I had a little climax when Michael came in your mouth.”

I blinked. “Really?”

“Yes. Without even being touched.” Her voice was thick with satisfaction. “There’s just something about watching two non-homosexual men do something like that.”

I let out a breath and joked. “So… does this make us bisexual?”

Anna laughed. “Maybe, but I don’t really know what that means. It is just words. It is how you look at yourself and how I Iook at you that is important. And I love you with all my heart.”

“And I love you too.” I shook my head. “If I’m honest, I did enjoy it. And from what you said about Michael, I think he probably did too.”

She nodded. “I agree.” Then she hesitated, as if weighing her words. “So, next week, I want you to do it again.”

I blinked at her, startled. “Again? So soon?”

“Yes. You are not where I want you to be yet. This time, I want you to do it from start to finish… without help from me. I’ll be there, but you’ll take the lead.”

A slow, deep breath filled my lungs. “Okay,” I said, though I wasn’t entirely sure what else I could say.

The following Friday, Anna prepared my ass again with the cane and paddle, however, it wasn’t as lengthy or as harsh as the one last week, but I felt it.

When Michael arrived, we were nervous, but not nearly as much as last time. However, we both knew I was going to suck his cock again, and that was enough to keep us on edge. Anna gave us space once more, and this time, I didn’t even suggest beer and brought out the whisky.

There wasn’t much to say, but there was something we were both thinking… something neither of us wanted to ask. Finally, I broke the silence.

“I hope Anna’s not expecting… uh… us to do this every week… no offense.”

Michael let out a breath, clearly relieved that I’d said it first.

“Me too,” he admitted. Then, after a pause, he added with as shy grin, “You’re good, but Anna… well…”

“Is a woman,” I finished for him.

“Exactly,” he returned and we burst into laughter, and just like that, the ice was broken again.

Then it was time to do it all again. This time, Michael and I went in to see Anna together. I could feel the tension building between us. She lay on the bed like a queen, draped in another one of her effortlessly sexy outfits. The picture of beauty, she watched us with that amazing, knowing smile… the kind that told me she truly loved what we were about to do for her again. It also had a deeper meaning… she knew that we would do what she asked because we both loved her without reservation. It was absolutely true.

Anna had already told me what she wanted. I stripped first and sat in a chair for a moment, watching as Michael undressed. By now, I had seen him naked plenty of times, but until this moment, he had always been hard. This time, he wasn’t, and I found myself marveling at the sight. His cock hung heavy between his legs, slapping softly against his thighs as he moved. Even flaccid, he was longer than I was when fully hard. I wondered if he might exceed seven inches in length.

He crawled onto the bed with Anna. They kissed for a few minutes, and I watched as his cock began to swell. Before he was fully hard, Anna lifted her head from his chest and motioned for me to come over.

I took a deep breath and climbed onto the bed, kneeling between Michael’s legs. My heart pounded as I reached for him. Unlike last time, when I had taken him in my hand already erect, he was still mostly soft. The sensation was unfamiliar, entirely different from when I held my own cock. He was thicker, longer, and hot to the touch, yet so soft.

I felt an unwanted pulse in my cage.

I heard an unexpected moan escape from Michael as I bent my head and took his cock into my mouth. Just like when I had held him soft, it felt entirely different from when he was erect. As I started to suck him, I felt him begin to grow, thickening and hardening between my lips. I let out a small moan myself… there was something truly amazing about it, something I had never experienced before. It felt powerful that I could make that happen. I began to understand why Anna, and maybe most women, enjoyed sucking cock. I was in control of his pleasure. That realization was more than a little exciting.

I could hear Anna whispering to Michael, but her voice faded as I focused on his growing cock, pulsing in my hand and mouth. This time, I decided to take my time. I wanted to please Anna, but strangely, I also wanted to please Michael.

I spent a long time on the head, teasing the ridge with my tongue before sucking gently. When he twitched in my mouth, I traced my tongue down his length, mimicking the way Anna and I had worked on him before. I moved up and down, coating him with saliva the way Anna liked, letting my lips slide over him while my hand stroked the base. When I saw his precum glistening, I knew I had him excited… and that excited me.

I moved lower, licking his balls as I stroked him, hearing the change in his breathing, the quiet, uncontrolled sounds of pleasure escaping him. His cock pulsed harder, his hips starting to shift, but I was careful not to push him too far just yet. The power I held in that moment was intoxicating.

I worked him until his moans grew louder, his body restless beneath me. Anna had fallen silent, but I could hear her breathing heavily. Then I remembered something… Anna had told me that she had insisted that Michael avoid releasing all week. Normally, his wife pleasured him with her mouth or hand… since they couldn’t have traditional intercourse due to her medical issues. Without that release, I knew to expect a large load, so I braced myself.

Finally, I decided to let him climax. I prepared myself, determined not to disappoint Anna again. Even so, I wasn’t fully prepared for the force of it. His cock pulsed hard, and then the first hot spurt hit the roof of my mouth and then my throat. I suppressed a gag. It was more than last time, and I struggled to swallow quickly enough. Some trickled from the corners of my mouth. Panicking, I quickly licked it up, hoping Anna wouldn’t notice.

She had.

I finished him off, sucking the last drops from him, and then quietly left the room. I looked back to see Anna kissing Michael, his now soft cock in her hand possessively. She was taking possession of him again. Despite the small mistake, I felt a sense of pride in what I had accomplished. But there was one more thing I had to do. I promised myself that I was going to learn how to take him fully… deep down my throat.

Not long after that night, I began practicing with an artificial cock, training myself to take all seven inches. I didn’t tell Anna what I was doing… I wanted to surprise her, and Michael. Fortunately because Anna didn’t want me to suck him off for a couple weeks, I had time to practice. It took all of that time and more, but I would be ready.

I had probably sucked Michael three other times over the past weeks but had not tried or mentioning my desire to throat him. But, I felt I was ready. I was a little nervous… not because I was about to suck his cock, but because I was determined to take all of him… it was my little gift of submission to her, and yes him.

Everything went as usual at first. I got Michael ready, teasing him as I always did. He was close to climax when I looked up at Anna, her beautiful face glowing with excitement and pride. I held her gaze, then, in a moment of boldness, I winked at her.

I shifted position and got on my knees… steadying myself. Slowly, deliberately, I lowered my mouth over Michael’s cock and took more of him than I ever had. I heard Anna gasp. Then Michael.

I kept going, my heart pounding in my chest. I felt his cock at the breach of my throat and took a deep breath through my nose and pushed down. I suppressed the natural gag reflex and kept going.

When my lips met the base, I almost had a climax in my cage. I held him deep in my throat for several long moments. The silence in the room was deafening, still I could hear both of them breathing heavily. When I pulled back, I met Anna’s eyes… and what I saw sent a rush of pride through me. Her expression was one of pure awe, her lips parted in amazement. I licked the head and then took him again, swallowing him fully without pause, pressing my nose against his wet balls.

That drew more moans from all of us.

I worked up and down, building the moment, until I felt Michael getting close. Then, suddenly, his hands grasped my head, holding me down as his cock pulsed deep in my throat. There was no escaping it… I didn’t know if that was Michael’s intent, but as he spurted, I had to take every drop, deep down my throat. I swallowed instinctively, feeling the heat of his release, and when it was over, I slowly pulled back, leaving him spent and limp beneath me.

I had done it. I hadn’t lost a single drop… but it was kind of like cheating since he was all the way down my throat when he spurted.

Later that night, Anna didn’t call me back to the room again like she normally does. Instead, like the last time, she came to mine. She was flushed, her body nearly vibrating with excitement. I cleaned her up and she collapsed onto the bed beside me. Her climax seemed stronger than normal.

“I can’t believe you did that,” she whispered, her eyes shining. “It was amazing… maybe the most beautiful sexual thing I’ve ever seen. Even Michael was impressed.”

My heart nearly exploded… love, pride, excitement, and every other emotion tangled together in an overwhelming rush. I decided that as long as I was going to do it on a regular basis, I was going to enjoy sucking his cock. Why not?

After that evening, about once a month, I was called in to suck Michael. And every time, I throated him. But I never let him cum down my throat again. It felt like a waste. I liked the feeling of him finishing in my mouth. There was satisfaction in that.

The End