author: Uther Pendragon 
title: McMurdo Sound 
keywords: MF wl 

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This material is Copyright, 1999, Uther Pendragon.  All 
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All persons here depicted, except public figures depicted as 
public figures in the background, are figments of my imagination 
and any resemblance to persons living or dead is strictly 
coincidental. 

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                          McMurdo Sound
                       by Uther Pendragon
                    nogardneprethu@gmail.com


McMurdo Sound can't compete. 


    Fully asleep, or so nearly asleep that my motions are 
    merely thermotropic, I roll against her softness. 


         Friday, it had been softer yet.  Friday, while 
         the kids were at a friend's party, we had 
         cuddled and petted in the living room.  We had 
         kissed in the kitchen while preparing a snack.  
         By the time the kids got back, stuffed with 
         sweets, they were ready for bed for once -- 
         but not nearly so ready as we were. 

         Once they were tucked in, however, ours was a 
         time of calm.  Winding down, separately to the 
         bathroom, each slipping into our own side, 
         talking quietly about the day, we removed the 
         cares with our clothes before we kissed good 
         night. 

         Adolescent desire crashes in like a wave.  
         Married lust rises like the tide, quietly, 
         inevitably; but it reaches as far up the 
         beach.  Kisses and cuddles and strokes on the 
         back and neck and ears.  In a pause between 
         kissing her breasts, I rubbed my cheeks 
         against them. 

         "You shaved again!" she said, as if this were 
         a surprise. 

         "The better to eat you with, my dear," I 
         replied again.  And, in due time, I did. 


    For a minute, I have the familiar warm body against me, 
    only  a robe and a nightgown away. 


         Her thighs, freshly bathed, had no savor.  The 
         same complaint could not be made about their 
         junction, however.  I tasted, and teased, and 
         lapped her juice while she could bear it.  
         When she pushed me off and slid away, it was 
         not rejection.  Instead, once fully on her 
         side of the bed, she threw the sheet towards 
         the middle and spread her legs.  When I had 
         climbed across one, she raised her knees and 
         held me in both hands. 

         "You seem ready," she whispered. 

         "Definitely.  I want you." 

         "I want you, too.  Let me." 

         She guided me inside her and sighed as I slid 
         home.  Soon she was meeting my thrusts with 
         her own.  I could watch her face tighten in 
         the faint light.  When she clutched my butt, 
         though, my own orgasm took all my attention.  
         She panted in my ear for a minute before I 
         rolled off her; probably I panted in hers, 
         too. 

         My moving away was no more a rejection than 
         hers had been earlier.  When I got the sheet 
         straightened out, I lifted it in invitation.  
         She slid over, and I tucked us in.  Then we 
         snuggled together. 

         "Good for you?" I asked. 

         "Mmhm hm.  You?" 

         "Great."  And it had been. 

         "Good for you," she said.  It hadn't been that 
         funny the first time, but we both giggled like 
         schoolgirls.  When you feel that good, 
         everything is funny. 


    She burrows back against me.  My hand moves to cup her 
    breast. But those motions wake us. 


         The loving mood lasted through breakfast and 
         while I drove her out to the mall.  She 
         shopped for groceries while I looked in at the 
         hardware store.  I asked some questions about 
         the project I was planning, and several 
         customers commented on the clerk's 
         suggestions. 

         When I got back to where we had parked the 
         car, it was no longer there.  It's place was 
         marked by two soggy half-gallon containers of 
         melted ice cream.  The walk home was long and 
         hot, but my reception at the end was chilly. 


    And now, as I sleepily hug her form against me, a sharp 
    elbow reminds me of that.  Another jab catches me before 
    I scurry  back to the edge. 


The coldest, loneliest, place on earth is your own side of the 
bed. 



The End
McMurdo Sound
Uther Pendragon
nogardneprethu@gmail.com
1999/05/19
1999/06/20
2002/05/24
2004/05/14


For another story about another aspect of marriage,
see:
http://www.asstr.org/~Uther_Pendragon/Gjt/fos_06m.htm
"Northern Sunset"  

This story is indexed in the subdirectory: 
wl.txt
Wedded Lust 


This story is coded (MF wl).

The code, wl, means: Sex within the marital relationship.

For more on the story codes and how to use them to 
find the sorts of stories to interest you:
http://www.asstr.org/~Uther_Pendragon/code/scfr.htm
"Story codes for readers"


The directory to all my stories can be found at:
http://www.asstr.org/~Uther_Pendragon/index.htm