Not Waiting Anymore – Part 1 (L)
(L) – This story contains strong language.
Note from the author: this is my first attempt at writing a story from the male point of view. I hope it comes across as believable. Critique is welcomed!
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I got off the conference call feeling extremely drained. For about two months, I’d been pushing myself to the limit. Up early, working out in my home gym, showering and grabbing a quick breakfast, going to work, and staying late, all to accomplish big things in my business.
Well, that’s what I told myself.
Today, as a fine spring rain pattered against my office windows and twilight settled in, I acknowledged that it was a big fat lie.
I was staying away.
From Lisa.
The woman I married.
It had come about so fast and so crazily. We hardly knew each other. The brief version is that she had to marry someone fast, or lose her inheritance to a ruthless younger brother. One of those wild situations where a rich girl has family obligations to keep money in the family. Anyhow, her attorney was a colleague of mine, and he suggested I meet his client.
She walked into my office for the first time and I fell hard. She was so feminine and sweet and had such grace. How did a beautiful woman like this NOT have men lining up to offer her marriage? Why was she even considering me? I’m a decent-looking guy, on the taller side, in my early 40s, single, clean-cut, but I’m just a hardworking businessman. I’m not in her league.
Well, she seemed reserved, even shy, I thought. Her lawyer did most of the talking. I kept catching her looking at me. Her eyes . . . they captivated me. A bright, clear green, which is pretty rare, with the sexiest long eyelashes. The way she looked at me was more curious, not suspicious—like she was gauging whether or not I was a man who could take care of her, protect her.
I decided then and there that I would be that man. My thoughts kept straying into dangerous territory. I imagined marrying her and taking her to my room, to my bed. What would those beautiful curves look like when the clothes came off? How would she feel in my arms, pressed against my body? Her skin looked so silky. Her mouth must be so warm and sweet. What would it be like to kiss those lips? Or to taste her other lips?
Shocked, I had jerked back to the present. Lisa peered over at me and I felt myself flush. She must be able to read my thoughts.
She had some prepared conditions for our marriage. The main one was that we would “act” romantic and in love when in public, or around her family. In private? Housemates. Colleagues. Nothing more. I expected that, but it still disappointed me. And perplexed me. How on earth could I hold myself back from absolutely ravishing this woman whose very presence made me simmer with desire? I had to stay behind my desk during each meeting because my dick was hard as rock.
But I determined: I’d be a gentleman. In time, hopefully, I’d earn her respect and trust.
Days later, we were married at the local courthouse. Her family and friends were there, looking very suspicious. I didn’t care. Though I had no idea how this was all going to turn out, I felt a sense of protective responsibility to this woman. She seemed so alone while surrounded with people. I could tell that she had given up a lot of personal dreams and hopes in order to please her upper-crust family. It wasn’t exactly a dream-come-true for a woman to get a husband because she was under an ultimatum.
I took her to my house, where all her luggage and some of her belongings and furniture had been moved beforehand. I’d given her the master bedroom, since it seemed appropriate for my bride. And that was that. From then on, we passed like ships in the night, friendly, polite, but not personal.
Going to social gatherings or visiting her family was a kind of delicious torture to me. For one, I would be crazily aroused because Lisa would hang on my arm and press her body against me. I learned to carry a jacket with me to drape over my obvious bulge. Two, she would kiss me on the cheek, sometimes on the lips, and it sent electricity through me. How dare she taunt me with little tastes of herself like that! I felt like a walking time-bomb of boiling testosterone, aching to grab her and pull her into a quiet nook and fuck her senseless.
Now here I was, in my office, feeling both exhausted and extremely tense and high-strung. All I could think about was Lisa.
The beautiful woman who slept in the bed I used to occupy every night, who washed her hot, sexy body in my shower, who left her womanly scent in every room. I was feral from that knowledge.
How many nights as I tried to go to sleep in my spare bedroom had I found myself stroking my cock, imagining my off-limits wife? About every night since the wedding, I admitted with a grunt. Except I’d been too tired the last week or so to jack off.
Well I was tired now, but too pent-up to not take this opportunity. The office building was deserted; it was way after 6 by now. I had to cum or my balls would explode.
Lisa, my lovely, green-eyed, dark-haired wife, with her lithe curves and tantalizing cleavage and a pert sculpted ass that drew my eyes like a magnet . . . she filled my head as I unzipped my slacks. My fingers closed around my cock and I groaned. I immediately thought of her hands, with their elegant long fingers and beautiful well-kept nails, wrapped around my shaft. In my mind’s eye, she raised a sensual gaze to my face, then bent and licked the head of my dick. The thought made me growl. Her mouth on my cock . . . oh God, how incredible that would be! Maybe she would make little humming sounds while she sucked, the vibrations even more stimulating to my manhood.
I stroked leisurely at first, enjoying how hard I was. My brain took off, all those sex-charged thoughts that I tried to suppress when around Lisa deluging me like Niagara Falls. I thought about how our wedding night should have been. Not me saying a courteous goodnight and leaving her respectfully alone in the master bedroom. No, I should have clenched her in my arms and kissed her with all the passion and lust raging in my veins. I should have peeled her wedding dress off her gorgeous body while she feverishly pulled off my tie and unbuttoned my shirt and helped me get naked, and then—oh, fuck, what a hot image!—I should have pushed her onto the bed so I could bury my face between her thighs.
Her pussy must have been crazy wet. Surely she had been turned on too. I could see in her eyes the questions, the uncertainty, the desire to go further. But she was proper; there was a protocol to follow since we had signed a contract. Even if I knew without a doubt that she wanted to make an advance, I knew she wouldn’t. She was a lady and she kept her word.
For now though, reality was not going to win the day. I was going to enjoy this fantasy and milk it—and my dick—for everything it was worth.
Back to the wedding night scene in my vivid imagination . . . I pictured Lisa gently pushing me away, whispering, “I want us to masturbate together to get warmed up. Watch me, and let me watch you.” Her voice was soft, alluring, irresistible.
I stood before her, lost in the beauty of her nude form splayed on the bed, her legs open, her tongue wetting her lips provocatively. My hand automatically found my solid shaft. Her tits were amazing, plump and round and pert, rolling upward with each breath she took. I wanted to taste those beautiful melons with their cute little nipples. When her fingers delicately began playing with her clit and her glistening pussy lips, I began to stroke myself faster, thinking myself the luckiest husband ever. It was a sensual feast to watch her pleasure herself, to see her shaved folds swell with arousal, to smell her unique womanly scent.
“You like watching your wife rub her pussy?” she asked me coyly.
“Fuck, yes!” I burst out, my other hand kneading my balls. “You’re so hot, so sexy! Play with yourself for me, sweetheart!”
“Yes, sir!” she answered, smiling. She dipped a finger inside herself, a little squelching sound signifying how soaked her cunt was. Then she raised the finger and licked it, and I almost lost it. I had to let my cock go so I could calm down.
“Oh my God, baby! You’re going to make me cum too soon!” I reprimanded her.
“Sorry! You just get me so wet and eager! I love having you watch me!” she rejoined.
I resumed stroking my dick, feeling how it throbbed in my palm. My eyes darted from my wife’s flushed face to her drooling pussy.
“Play with your nipples,” I commanded huskily.
She took her wet fingers and leisurely massaged each breast, making the nipples as hard as pencil erasers. Each one was teased and pinched, then rubbed. I grunted, moving closer to put one knee on the bed. I kept jerking my dick, feeling the slickness of precum coating the shaft.
Lisa slid a finger inside her again, massaging a sweet spot that I knew must make her feel incredible. The other hand took up rubbing her clit.
“I love having my husband’s eyes on me,” she murmured seductively. “You’re so handsome, so strong! Mmm, look at that thick hard cock! Are you going to slide it inside me?”
I swallowed, delighted with her spicy talk. “You want me to? You want this fat cock filling your pussy?”
She nodded, her mouth dropping open as she rubbed her clit more excitedly. “Yes! Oh fuck, yes! I want you to rail this slick, needy pussy with your sexy dick!”
“That is exactly what I intend to do!” I growled. “But first I want to see you cum!”
“Oh God . . .” she moaned.
We pleasured ourselves together, both lost in a haze of desire. She would watch me through eyes that would shut in a spasm of delight. I couldn’t tear my eyes off her for one second as she toyed with her pussy and clit. I could see wetness leaking down her crack, staining the comforter.
“Fuck . . . I’m . . . I’m cumming . . . oh God . . . oh baby!” she moaned, her hips jerking.
I stroked my cock faster. “Cum for me, baby! You’re so damn hot like that!”
And she came. All over my bed, my comforter. Her juices splashed and she wailed in orgasmic bliss.
In my office, in reality, I slouched in my chair with my eyes shut and pumped my cock. All I could see was Lisa, rubbing her delicious-looking pussy and convulsing with pleasure, tempting me beyond all control with her ripe body. I thought about grabbing her by the ankles, pulling her to the edge of the bed, and slamming into her up to my balls.
Oh damn, what would that wet, pulsing, tight, hot pussy feel like encasing my cock like a soaked silk glove?
I was on the verge of cumming.
Then I stopped.
No. Not here. Not by myself in a lonely office.
I was going home right now and I was going to make insane hot love to my bride.
Multi parts, I am looking forward to more.
Very hot, I frigged myself along with Lisa.
Feminine and sweet, graceful, proper and masturbates, that is a good Christian wife – even if the masturbation part is currently only in his imagination – it is a good start.
The premise though, being forced to marry because of conditions of a will, I'm sure that would be illegal here in NZ, and I would guess in the USA as well. However, it provides a background for your story. Carry on.
@LovelyLonelyLady
As I listened to the narration of this, I could honestly say that most of it (80%+) is very close to how I, as a male, would think. I can only speak for myself, though, and there are a few places where my own experience is different.
For me, when desire really takes hold, it becomes very narrow.
At that moment I am not noticing pretty nails, beautiful eyelashes or elegant long fingers.
For me, it is scent.
When I smell Mistress Vixen, even just walking past her in the house, I can feel my heartbeat change.
And for a moment, time seems to slow.
She walks past, but my mind doesn't move on with her. My head turns. Everything else in the room seems to fade a little, as though my senses have suddenly decided that none of it matters.
Her shampoo.
The soap on her skin.
That faint trace of sweat underneath it.
Her own scent beneath all of those things.
Her.
One second seems to stretch into several.
I hear her breathing. I see the pulse in her neck. The slight rise of her chest. The movement of her skin with every heartbeat. My eyes find hers, watching for that tiny change in her pupils, the change in her breathing, the moment she realises exactly what is happening inside my head.
The rest of the world hasn't actually stopped.
It just feels like it has.
Because right then my attention has narrowed to one woman, one body, one scent.
I notice whether she slows as I approach. Whether she turns toward me. Whether she leans into my hand. Whether her body presses back against mine.
It becomes almost predatory in focus.
Not predatory in the sense of ignoring her response, but in that ancient, hunter-like way where every sense seems to lock onto the woman you want.
You don't think, "She is beautiful." There isn't enough room left in your head for something that elaborate.
There is just: Her.
I want her.
Carnally.
And for those few stretched-out seconds, knowing her as a man knows a woman can feel like the only important thing left in existence.
Then orgasm happens.
Prolactin rises, the sex engine suddenly loses a lot of its fuel, and the change can be almost ridiculous.
Thirty seconds ago:
I need this woman or I may actually die.
Afterwards:
Oh. That's a ceiling fan.
Which is also a very good argument for making sure you get every bit of pleasure you want before letting him fall over that particular cliff.
But then something else happens.
Oxytocin and vasopressin are both involved in bonding and attachment, and this is where I recognise a very different kind of male focus.
Before orgasm:
She has a headache? Don't care.
She strained leg? Don't care.
There is the woman I want, and some prehistoric part of my brain has decided that every other item on today's agenda can go to hell.
Afterwards?
Now I want her close.
Now I notice her face. Her mouth. Her fingers. Her eyelashes.
Now I want to hold her, protect her, talk to her, laugh with her and simply have her beside me.
So strangely enough, your beautiful nails, long fingers and eyelashes feel more like after-orgasm brain than before-orgasm brain.
Before orgasm, Mistress Vixen is scent, heat, movement, skin, breath and hunger.
Afterwards, she becomes companionship again.
And finally, there may be one practical lesson hidden in all this male biology:
If you want the bed made, the washing done, tea made and dinner cooked, ride your man like a mighty stallion, give him fifteen minutes to recover and shower, and then put him to work on the tasks of your desire.
I really liked how you explained this! I wonder if arousal and attraction vary from person to person. Being single, I can't say for sure how it will go if/when I'm married, but in my fantasies I think about my future husband and so many different things turn me on and make me want to ravish him: his veiny arms and hands, his jawline, his hair, his pecs, the scent of his aftershave or cologne, his V-line, his ass…whew, just picturing him has me squirming now! 😋 It is sometimes just so feral and desperate. But often after I masturbate and cum, it's his tenderness and presence and warmth that I'm daydreaming about. So, I think I get you!
LLL, wondering if you’re a good (no great) writer from a man’s POV? Wonder no longer! My hard dick is in my hand!!!!!!!
Thank you! That is high praise!
@LovelyLonelyLady I had trouble with the back story. I guess I don’t live in that world of marrying for financial reasons, or just money being no object in general.
The way you described him thinking of, and desiring a physical relationship with his wife was spot on though. Little things spark desirous thoughts and we become obsessive over them, one thought leads to the next and in short order we’re grabbing our hard cocks through our pants. Happens to me religiously. Fortunately, I work from home Monday and Friday and can explore those fantasies to their natural end if my wife isn’t home. If she is, then we can explore together. Thanks for getting my fire started this morning!
LLL, you perfectly captured the male perspective! Congrats!
Every time i see you have a new story, I get the same sense of urgent anticipation and need to stroke my cock. I find a quiet place (sometimes my office!) to fully focus on your words. Whenever you write about your masturbation, you bring us along visually as if we are really watching you and masturbating along with you. The descriptions of your body make our cocks swell. Your dripping pussy and squirting make our balls fill with cum. Your writing proves that you understand and can hack into male desire. Your husband will be a lucky man. Until then, we will gratefully pump our dicks and shoot our loads for your words.
It is an honor to me to inspire arousal and release on my readers! Thank you!
Does it bring you extra pleasure when you masturbate knowing men will cum to your actions and words?
Well LLL, I think you nailed the male perspective! I am hoping in part two he gets to nail his wife 😉…. If ya get my drift. If she is a willing active participant then they will be nailing each other. And, of course, she needs to be willing. I imagine that she’d be having similarly pent up sexual feelings for this obviously kind n unselfish man she married.
@LovelyLonelyLady an hour or so from my first post. Mind racing. Mentally horny. Desperate for wet needy pussy!
I reread your story, one of your last few lines stands out “I thought about grabbing her by the ankles, pulling her to the edge of the bed, and slamming into her up to my balls.”
I did just that last night. Started with a full body massage. Flipped her over and traced her outer lips until she was aroused. Moved onto her inter lips and circling around her clit. Her swollen mound and dripping pussy told me she was ready. I grabbed the womanizer and let it massage her clit while I inserted two fingers and teased her g-spot. She didn’t last long before the sound of her wetness was louder than the fan, her hips thrusting, she rolled her head back and called out “I’m cumming!” I barely let her come down before turning her to the edge of the bed, lifting her feet to my shoulders and pressing my hard cock into her wet pussy. I made it half way in before feeling resistance. I slowly eased the rest of the way, allowing her cervix to lift and I felt her get really wet. I went balls deep for a few hard thrusts. She exclaimed “oh my God!”. I alternative between fast shallow thrusts and a slow deep thrust. Counted 9 to 1, then 8 to 2 all the way to 10 hard thrusts. “Cum for me daddy” she says in the last set. “You first” I respond. Another 10 deep thrusts. My thickness and depth overwhelms her with pleasure. Her breathing is short and she whimpers trying to remain in control. Another 10 a little faster. She’s full on workout breathing now but still desperately trying to keep it together. I look down and she’s creamy! Another 10 and another 10 each faster than the last. I feel close to the point of no return and I have to decide whether to pace myself or give her the full fucking she wants. I look down and my penis is covered in white cream. I grab her hips and hold her in place. No bouncing away from me from now on. I give her all of the fast, deep pounding that I can. I overwhelm her and she can’t keep her composure. She has her eyes rolling back orgasm and I lose my composure watching her and I cum in her pussy. Our sex is love and war at the same time, and last night I strategically outmaneuvered her and forced her orgasmic surrender.
Djm0226, this comment is so good n so sexy you should expand it into a story! I’ve done that before.
While I enjoyed your description of his fantasy of the intimate physical interaction he experienced, as an old-er man, I couldn't believe that any man would agree that relationship, as described. it's too unrealistic.
What was HIS motivation for entering into this arrangement ? ( what's in it, for him) She gets family wealth,
he gets ? Was he marrying her for him to gain access to her money ? ( he's a gold digger ?)
To elevate his lifestyle, give him business opportunities he'd gain thru her family ? Again, unbelievable.
I can't imagine any man agreeing to the arrangement you described . Even if there was a financial windfall for the man, and / or increased social standing. Being married to her as you described would be like living at a strip club…you can see the goods, but can't touch or have any physical interaction. ( maybe not the best example, but easy to understand the comparison.
Nice for you to try writing from a different perspective, any future efforts I'd suggest thinking more about realistic motivations for the characters…using lust or physical attraction alone never works, & is not a basis for a marriage, ever.
I don’t think the story line is that implausible. This is only Part 1. We don’t know whether the next part(s) will reveal something more believable. LLL has written several stories that are or come close to marriages of convenience. Love’s Mask is one example. In the beginning, Max’s motivation for agreeing to an “arrangement” didn’t stray very far from his penis. “I felt a sense of protective responsibility to this woman.” Is that sufficient motivation? Apparently, the man in this story had nothing to lose agreeing to this arrangement. Perhaps we’ll see it become truly a marriage.
After your hinting about writing a story from the male POV, I was very excited to see this post.
I think you did very well with the male perspective, and you followed his thoughts in the right order – really good job. Your writing is wonderful as usual and I love this premise. I can’t wait for them to fall in love and have hot marriage sex – or to have hot marriage sex, and then fall in love! 😉
To those who found this plot a bit unbelievable, I totally see what you mean! My deeply feminine side was still on control here, as I love plots where I imagine I'm the main woman who finds herself in trouble and a noble selfless man sweeps in to save her. 🤪 I don't think marrying for any reason besides God-ordained love is a wise or good idea. It just makes for some spicy plots when I need to get my characters together but still have obstacles and suspense!
when the reader goes from being fully clothed
to fully naked, it leads to some….um…motivation
LLL, you are in good company with authors that write about ‘Marriages of Convenience’ and the relational and sexual tensions brought about by such arrangements. Looking forward to your next installments. Keep writing, my dear!!! You’re gifted and imaginative!
Here is a list books and authors in this genre:
1. A Convenient Marriage — Georgette Heyer
* Perhaps the definitive marriage-of-convenience novel.
* A practical marriage entered into for family reasons gradually becomes a true love match.
2. Devil in Winter — Lisa Kleypas
* A wealthy heiress proposes a marriage of convenience to protect her inheritance and escape manipulative relatives.
3. The Convenient Marriage — Margo Maguire
* A historical romance centered on a marriage formed for legal and financial necessity.
4. The Grand Sophy — Georgette Heyer
* While not itself a marriage of convenience, inheritance, family obligations, and advantageous marriages are central themes.
5. Sense and Sensibility — Jane Austen
* Explores how inheritance laws and limited financial opportunities make marriage an economic necessity.
6. Pride and Prejudice — Jane Austen
* The entailment of the Bennet estate creates intense pressure to marry well, even though Elizabeth and Darcy’s marriage is ultimately based on love.
7. Jane Eyre — Charlotte Brontë
* Features inheritance and financial dependence as important plot elements, though not a true marriage of convenience.
8. The Blue Castle — L. M. Montgomery
* A practical marriage entered into for personal freedom unexpectedly develops into a profound love story.
Other well-known examples worth adding
* Ravishing the Heiress — Sherry Thomas
* An arranged marriage for wealth and family interests that slowly matures into genuine love. Widely regarded as one of the finest modern treatments of the trope.
* The Temporary Wife — Mary Balogh
* A gentleman marries for practical reasons involving family and inheritance, expecting a temporary arrangement.
* Frederica — Georgette Heyer
* Although not a marriage of convenience, it explores the intersection of family duty, financial security, and romance in classic Regency fashion.
Of these, Georgette Heyer is generally considered the master of the marriage-of-convenience novel, while Jane Austen established many of the inheritance and social conventions that later authors built upon.
In plots where a wealthy woman must marry quickly to preserve an inheritance or family estate, Lisa Kleypas, Sherry Thomas, and Mary Balogh offer some of the closest modern parallels.
This was so well written. It was so well done. One would have thought a man would have written it. Got me so incredibly hard and horny. I am working from home naked today sitting here with a major hardon for my wife.
When I read a story written by a man or a woman that is mainly in the mindset of the opposite gender I read it as an imagination based on personal desires.
In other words the author is ready about the man or woman they would love to see in their own lives.
Which is education for those who have the opposite sex of the author.
This is why I often say you need to learn the art I'm just open communication from the start. If you cannot be open with one another about your wants and desires they will never be fulfilled.
In order to communicate our thoughts and desires we have the first know who we are. We need to be in touch with our own mind, heart and sexuality.
As always I love you writing my lovely one, largely because your writing is our representation of you !!
Lady L.💋❤️
That's such a good insight, Tutchh—that authors writing from the perspective of the opposite sex may sometimes be motivated by hopeful imagination. As I think back to a story I wrote from the opposite-sex perspective (as a man writing a story from a woman's perspective), that was definitely part of the motivation! I wanted to write about what I hope my future wife will think and feel and desire in her own heart, because those aren't things I can see directly. Hence the need for open, vulnerable communication as you mentioned, especially about sex!
Here's the first part of that 3-part story if anyone's interested in giving it a look. It's a long one, but hopefully worth the time!
https://marriageheat.com/2025/01/01/atta-girl-part-1/
@LovelyLonelyLady “came” back to this one to explore writing from the perspective of the other sex. I finally put my own story together, a husband’s fantasy based on our own life experience, but written from her perspective. With the backlog, I’m sure it will be a while before it gets posted. Thanks for the inspiration though.
Very sexy LLL! Nice work writing from the other sex's perspective!
As a man, I found the fantasy scene SCORCHING hot, so that shows you know exactly what turns a man on!
I have you and all the other MH members on my prayer list, and pray that God would provide all the singles with a fitting spouse, should they desire one. If/when God does brung you a husband, then whenever you want to drive him wild, just imagine yourself writing this story and thinking through what a man would fantasize about, then act out the woman's side of that fantasy. Talk just like Lisa. Act just like Lisa. Expose yourself and play with yourself just like Lisa did in the fantasy, both enjoying herself and performing for her husband. Doing that, you'll drive your man absolutely wild, and he will hopefully recognize that he is one of the most blessed men in the world!
@LLL: As for your plot, there are many marriages of convenience in this world. I have observed them over my 60-ish years. Are such marriages in keeping with God’s constitution for living? Well, was Adam in love with Eve? We assume so. She was given to him. Not specifically her choice! If a man and a woman enter into a covenant agreement and abide by God’s rules for living, then where is the specific Scripture, in its context, to cry foul? Mail order brides were a real thing in this country. A man wanted and needed a woman and a woman needed a home and a man. Their life needs were being met by the nuances of their arranged marital spouse. Was love in those homes? 🤷🏻♂️ Gender roles were being lived out and spouses were being blessings to each other. Sex was part of the picture as we know children were born within such marriages. Living life within the confines of God’s constitution? As much as yes as a no since we were not there. First an arrangement then a love affair?
Concerning your opposite gender authorship: you capture the essence of how men generally think about sexuality and sensuality. We are not complex creatures. Food, kind words, a feminine touch and a woman who expresses deep hunger for all things sex and we are 👍. Your descriptive words of the sexual tryst imagined by you through the make character was hot! Definitely words that paint pictures that bring about a hard cock! As others have mentioned, the balls deep part was delicious! I am not a fan of jamming my hard cock into my wife without caution but there are those times when she indicates that all things are situated such that she wants a hard deep fuck. And she loves feeling my balls slap against her ass cheeks, especially when they swing freely and are bumping her booty! Looking forward to how your married house guests will come or cum together in future episodes! Enough for now. Going to imagine my wife and I playing out your scenes…..especially the balls deep one as I stroke my aching cock!