It was a dream come true. The opportunity of a lifetime for a biochemist and quite literally the coolest job in existence.
She stopped for a second to catch her breath and let her gaze sweep back in the direction of the elevated main section of the Amundsen-Scott Antarctica Research Station – her home for three awesome months so far. A two-story research complex offering a comfortable living space for over two hundred people less than hundred meters from the geographic South Pole – a set of buildings constructed to withstand the harshest climatic conditions on the planet.
The outline was clearly visible against the polar night and despite being in winter lock-down the few remaining lights still made it stand out like The Sunset Strip. But that could change in a matter of minutes if the ferocious and unpredictable Antarctic weather decided to show it's teeth.
Yes everything about this place was extreme - the landscape, the temperature, the winds and the isolation – but at that very moment, at that specific point in time, there was nowhere else Marsha Robson PhD would rather be. Well, technically that wasn't entirely true. Right now she would really like to be about seventy meters further along safety rope five where Frank was waiting for her in the vehicle hangar.
Offset from the rest of the complex for safety reasons – the fire brigade would be at least four months away in case of an accident – it was the perfect place for their regular bouts of risky sex in public places. Risky, yes, but not TOO risky. Apart from the daily security check nobody was likely to visit the hangar during winter lock-down. It was unsafe to drive or fly anywhere at this time of year.
Marsha felt an excited tingle between her legs. Oh shit, she needed it. She needed it REAL bad. It had been almost a week since Frank and her had had some private husband/wife time, and that was way too long in her book. She smiled behind her facemask. Yes six years of marriage had done little to slow down their lovemaking. They were still going at it like rabbits almost every day.
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Security Chief Frank Robson was right inside the door and grabbed his wife in his strong arms as soon as she entered the hangar. Eagerly she ripped off her protective facemask and they melted together in a hungry kiss.
"Too much clothing," Marsha moaned as she emerged for air. With Frank's help she got out of her gear in record time and soon they were simply two nude passionate lovers on a sleeping bag.
Marsha wondered briefly how many people had had sex in Antarctica through the years. It couldn't be many; especially not during the polar winter when everybody except for the most stubborn left. But then Frank started squeezing and biting her nipples and she soon forgot all about her surroundings and what others may or may not have done.
He kissed his way down her stomach over her freshly shaved pubic area, but stopped right before reaching the entrance to her cave of joy. He looked up at her with a naughty smile. Oh she knew that look. The bastard was going to tease her, make her beg for it and drive her crazy with desire before he granted her release. But to her relief it didn't take long before he was busy licking and sucking her love button while stimulating her g-spot with a finger. Oh yes – while six years of marriage hadn't tempered their desire it certainly had honed their skills in pleasing each other. Frank could play Marsha like a fiddle and it didn't take long before she convulsed in a scream as her orgasm boiled up inside her and permeated her entire body.
It felt wonderful to be able to abandon all inhibitions and let loose. Inside the main base others might have heard them but outside in the polar night sounds didn't carry far before being absorbed by the always rushing wind. After her second orgasm she stopped him...
"No more Frank. Time for the real thing, and I'm not talking about a soda. I need you inside me," she demanded with a hoarse whisper.
Yet Frank wasn't quite done teasing his horny wife. He got between her legs and began moving his cock up and down along her hungry slit, occasionally parting it just enough to get the tip wet with her gushing juices. After a minute Marsha was almost going crazy with lust. She begged and pleaded; even tried grabbing his ass and pull him down into her. However Frank was relentless and proceeded to circle her engorged clitoris with his iron hard tool.
Just as she was about to start crying from utter frustration he plunged all the way inside her without warning and the sudden intensity pushed her over the edge in a raging orgasm.
For the next half hour an entire weeks worth of pent-up sexual energy was released as her husband pounded her pussy relentlessly in a variety of positions until he finally shot his hot seed deep inside her with a groan of pleasure. She sat on top grinding him slowly through his orgasm and until she could feel his cock shrinking and slipping out of her.
Afterwards they held each other for a while enjoying the afterglow. Marsha felt like going to sleep, but that was out of the question. One thing was sneaking out for a short sex-break, but staying away for longer would constitute a serious safety violation. And in the unforgiving Antarctica you take safety seriously. Everybody does. Especially Security Chief Frank himself, who needed to set a good example.
Besides the wind was picking up, and getting caught outside the main complex in a polar hurricane would be unpleasant at best. They can trap you for days or even weeks, and the food ressources in the hangar were mainly MRE's. They're edible and will sustain you, but gourmet food they're most definitely not.
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It took a while to suit up in the extreme weather gear needed to survive the low temperature outside, but it was time well spent. At minus sixty degrees Celsius at wind speeds consistently higher than twenty knots an unprotected human would go into a life threatening hypothermic shock within a few minutes.
But as Marsha helped Frank adjust the front buckles she noticed a bulging hardness under the thick layers of thermal insulation. Maybe they weren't completely done yet.
"Sorry dear, but I suspect that you still have something of mine inside your pants. And I want it!"
He didn't protest when she undid the buckles, zippers and Velcro-seals and pulled down his pants. She hadn't been wrong; Frank's cock was ready for action again.
She closed her lips over the head and tickled it with her tongue. Frank groaned and she felt his heavy gloves on the back of her head pressing her into his groin. She had never liked that gesture; it somehow degraded a blowjob to a skull fucking. Nope - wouldn't happen this time. She interrupted the blowjob, got up and pulled a zip-cuff out of his pocket. She moved behind him...
"You are hereby under arrest for interfering with me sucking your cock in a proper manner. Surrender and give me your hands."
He smiled and obediently put his hands behind his back. Marsha zipped them together.
"You are now at my mercy, and I'm not stopping until I get my protein shot," she said smiling and commenced licking and sucking his cock in every way imaginable.
Frank was doing his best to prolong the enjoyment, but when Marsha suddenly deep-throated him, he finally gave up the fight and accepted the inevitable. His eyes rolled back with pleasure as his pulsating cock began shooting off in large spurts down Marsha's throat. In the moment of ejaculation she took him all the way inside her mouth and made sure that not a single drop was lost.
****
"What do you mean, there are no pliers?" Franks said angrily. "What about a fucking knife then?"
"I'm sorry Frank." Marsha said sheepishly. "The tool cabinets are locked and sealed after the winter inventory. I didn't think..."
Frank sighed, "... no you obviously didn't. It's ok though. Just hook me to the safety line. I can walk seventy meters with my hands cuffed behind my back. No problem."
"Or you can wait and I'll go get a knife?" she suggested.
"No. It's no biggie. But lets get going Marsh. As much as I love being out here with you I don't think I have the stamina to get caught out here for an extended period. Looks like we may have a full-blown whiteout coming soon."
Marsha giggled and opened the heavily insulated door and stepped out into the icy winds of the cold polar night. She hooked first herself and then Frank to the safety-line and they began the slow walk up to Entrance Alpha at the main complex. Marsha took point given that she had her hands free and could fend off flying debris, in case somebody had left a crate or something outside. After five minutes they had conquered half the distance and she decided to stop for a minute. She turned around and froze: Frank wasn't there.
Worried she strained her eyes and spotted a vague silhouette on the snow about twenty meters behind. She backtracked as fast as she could. He was still connected to the safety line, thank god. She couldn't see his expression behind the face protection, but he sounded desperate.
"There's something very wrong with me Marsh. My legs suddenly got weak and now I can't move them at all. I can't even sit up! Oh fuck! This is bad!"
"Oh, don't worry so much about that dear," she said with relief in her voice. "That's just the Bendriazolphine. You should be back to full strength in about forty-five minutes. I'll be back with the medics to pick you up long before then."
"Bendri-whatdafuck?" Frank enquired puzzled. "And how the hell did I get in contact with it?"
