Daniel came out of the bathroom wearing a robe, inadvertantly breaking the staring contest Sam and Jack had embarked upon. Janet was still giggling, Sam was still smiling impishly and Jack was still too dumbfounded to do anything but stare. Picking up his suitcase, Daniel sighed and dug around for a clean outfit. "I have to head into town, see if I can find someone who can replace prescription glasses on short notice." He groaned and carried his change of clothes into the bathroom with him, slamming the door behind himself.
"Uh," Jack sputtered.
Janet leaned against the back of the couch, turning to face him. "Boy, not even a sarcastic remark..."
His eyes spun back to her and he blinked. "Fraiser... Janet... you guys are talking about..."
"Well, what did you think?" Janet asked. "That I'd just screw you the first time my lover's back was turned?" She reached over and patted his cheek. "It was all planned, sweety."
Sam leaned forward. "Well, to be fair, the plan was a little different. But it all works out, just the same. That is, if you're interested."
Jack licked his lips and looked at the door, where Teal'c was still examining the lake. He smoothed his hands over his jeans, biding his time as he contemplated the proposal before him. Obviously, it was flattering. Hell, any man would jump at the chance. But should he? These were two women he respected, who he worked with... he was their commanding officer, for crying out loud! If he did this, took the plunge, let them do what they suggested, how could he ever face them at the base?
The bathroom door opened and Daniel stepped out, dressed and squinting at the three people still sitting in the living room of the cabin. "I'm headed to town... anyone wanna come with?"
"I think," Sam said, "that Teal'c wanted to have a look around the gift shops. Maybe buy a new... hat."
Daniel headed for the door, motioning to Teal'c as he headed down the stairs. Teal'c followed obediently, glancing over his shoulder at the rest of the team as he walked across the lawn. Jack looked longingly at the retreating backs of his friends, then turned back to the two women he was left with. "It's, uh... about two hours back to town," he said.
Janet's eyes widened. "Two hours there, two hours back... why, we have about five hours to kill."
"At least," Sam said, shaking her head.
Janet pressed her lips together. "Hmm."
"Hmm," Sam agreed.
They sat in silence for a moment before Janet shifted and rose off the couch. She straightened her clothes, looked at Sam, then smiled at Jack. He looked up at her, looking as if he expected her to launch herself at him. She simply widened her smile and walked to the guest bedroom. Sam slapped her hands against her thighs and scooted forward in her chair, leaning over the table and scanning the puzzle. She placed a piece, smiled at Jack, then stood and followed her lover to the bedroom.
They left the door open.
Jack stared across the living room, then checked his watch. He looked over his shoulder, craning his neck to get a peek at the open guest room door. Sam chuckled inside. Jack exhaled, checked his watch, then rubbed his neck. The pros and cons ran rampant through his brain, countering each other, building up one pro only to have another con crush it. Finally, one final voice roared louder than the others. It screamed, "When will you get this chance again?"
Finding no fault with that comment, he stood and slowly walked through the cabin. He paused in the hallway, just for a second, before continuing into the guest room and closing the door behind himself.
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He stood with his back against the door, staring at the two women with a mixture of disbelief and apprehension. He looked at Janet, remembering their tryst earlier, and then at Sam. Both were absolutely beautiful. Both were willing. Both were... under his command. "If we do this... if we take this step... there's no goin' back."
Janet stepped forward, resting her hands on his chest. "Jack, we've already crossed the point of no return. Remember? The bed? You and me...?" She snickered. "I'm not that forgettable, am I?"
"God, no," Jack rasped. He brought her hands up, kissing her knuckles as he raised his eyes to Sam. "Carter."
"I'm not going to call you 'sir,' so you can forget that kink right now."
He grinned. "I would ask nothing of the kind, Sam. All I wanted to ask was... kiss your lover."
Janet looked over her shoulder at Sam and sighed heavily. "Typical guy."
"Just wants to watch lesbians."
"Pathetic, really."
"Pitiful," Sam agreed.
Jack turned Janet and swatted her on the ass. "Go on, now... give her a kiss."
She walked to the blonde, draping her arms over Sam's shoulder. "Well, Samantha... what do you say we give the boy what he wants?" She brushed her right cheek against Sam's left. "You wanna kiss me?" She asked, nudging Sam's bottom lip with the tip of her nose. "I've been wanting to kiss you all night."
"Same here," Sam whispered, rubbing her nose across Janet's in what younger kids called an 'eskimo kiss.'
Jack stepped forward as their lips finally met, Janet tilting her entire body up against Sam. The blonde hooked her hands under Janet's arms, supporting the smaller woman and bending her back. Janet moaned and sagged against Sam's hands, letting the other woman support her weight. Janet parted her lips and Jack saw a fluttering of tongues between them. Sam moaned, opened her eyes, and looked up at Jack. He looked like he was fighting the urge to run over and jump them both. She giggled against Janet's mouth and straightened, standing Janet up again.
"Was that what you had in mind?" Sam smiled.
"And how," Jack whistled. He walked to the bed and looked at Janet. "So... are we just going to, uh..."
Sam reached out and began to unbutton his shirt. "Just going to what, Jack?"
"I guess we are," he said, his voice hoarse.
Janet stroked Sam's shoulder and stepped back, letting her lover undress Jack. He tried to watch where she went, but Sam kept his attention riveted to her. "Don't ruin the surprise, Jack... just let Janet get what she needs while I do this."
"Yes, ma'am," Jack managed.
His shirt was completely undone, his chest bare. Sam spread her hands over his pecs, smoothing the palms against the hairy flesh and finding the nipples with her fingertips. "Mmm," she cooed. "Those crunches work wonders." She winked at him and he sighed heavily. Behind him, Janet rummaged through a suitcase.
Sam put her hands on Jack's belt buckle, resting her fingertips there. "Moment of truth, Jack."
He nodded. "Yeah."
"Would you feel more comfortable if I took off my shirt first?"
He swallowed and instinctively looked down at her plaid shirt. "Yeah. I think th-that would be best."
Sam smirked at him and stepped back, keeping her eyes locked on his as she undid each button of her shirt. He stared at her bare shoulders as the heavy material fell away, revealing one smooth white shoulder. She grinned, resting a hand over the clasp of her bra, resting between her breasts. "A little better?"
He nodded.
"Good."
Janet's arms wrapped around his waist from behind and he jumped, looking back in surprise. Janet smiled up at him from his shoulder. "Hi," she said. She kissed his throat and deftly worked his belt, undoing the buckle and tugging it until it threaded loose. He swallowed and watched Sam as she traced a finger around her bra clasp, watching her lover's hands work. "I can see him through his jeans," Janet marveled, looking down his body.
"Mm-hmm," Sam agreed.
The button came undone and Janet took a deep breath. "Get ready, Sam."
Sam dropped to her knees and tugged his jeans down, quickly adding his boxers to the loosened clothing around his knees. Sam's eyes widened at the first glance of his cock; big, throbbing and ready for her. Sam licked her lips and looked up Jack's body, finding Janet's eyes over his shoulder. "Did you, uh..."
"No," Janet said. "We just went for it."
"May I?"
"Yes," Jack and Janet said in unison, unsure whose permission she was asking. Sam straightened, getting herself eye-level with his cock, and gently curled her fingers around the base. She lifted it, squeezed the warm flesh, and very very slowly closed her lips around the head.
Jack groaned and pressed back against Janet, resisting the urge to thrust into Sam's mouth. She took her time, rolling her tongue along the bottom of the shaft as her teeth lightly scraped the top. She pillowed her tongue beneath the throbbing shaft, working her jaw to get more in as she pressed on toward Jack's hips. Janet ran her hands over his bare chest, kissing his earlobe and throat and cheek as Sam swallowed him alive. Jack groaned and Janet turned his head, finding his lips in a searing kiss.
Their tongues dueled as Sam fulfilled a fantasy she'd kept festering for years, rolling Jack O'Neill's cockhead with her tongue, tasting the salty precursor to his eruption, feeling the fuzz of his balls against her chin... She reached up, clasping his thigh with her free hand and backing off a bit. He thrust forward involuntarily, then sagged back to give her room to work. He was panting, sweat pouring down the middle of his chest with the strain of holding back.
Janet broke the kiss and stepped back, leaving Jack alone to support himself. He almost fell, reaching down and bracing himself on Sam's shoulders to keep her right where she was. Janet walked to the bed and pulled back the covers, laying down and supporting herself on her shoulders. Jack turned his head, panting, watching her. As he watched, she undid her jeans and slipped them down her hips, eyes glued to Sam and her actions at Jack's hips.
Jack watched as Janet undid her blouse, watched her slide her right hand into her slacks and watched the bumps of her knuckles under the denim as she touched herself.
She started over her panties; simply brushing her fingertips over the material for the friction. She parted her legs, bent her knees, planting her feet firmly into the mattress and letting her thighs frame the live porno she had helped set up. As Sam pulled back, spitting on Jack's cockhead for lubrication, Janet's fingers slipped into her underwear and warm fingertips touched wet flesh directly. She moaned lightly, smiling when she saw Jack's head jerk back at the sound. "Mm, yes, suck him, Sam," she groaned.
He groaned a reply and she giggled.
"I can't wait for him to explode on you, Sam... all over your pretty face."
Jack was shuddering now.
"He wants to come. Is he leaking on your tongue right now, Samantha?" Sam mumbled a reply. Janet groaned and said, "I want you to come on her face, Jack... I want to taste you on her lips. Come on, baby. Come on, Jack. I remember you shooting all over my thighs. You were so full... are you that full now, Colonel?"
He reached down, gently cupping Sam's head in his hands. "I'm close, Sam."
"You hear that, Sam? He's so ready... give it to her, Jack."
Jack grunted, his eyes squeezed shut, his buttocks clenching. "Oooh, Sam, you should see his ass... ooh, so muscular..." Two fingers were employed inside of her now, as she taunted her lovers.
Jack pulled back, clenching his fist in Sam's hair as his other closed around his cock. "Give it to me," Sam said, her voice hoarse. Jack stroked twice, his face screwed tight with exertion, and he splattered his come on her lips and cheeks. Sam's tongue darted out, cleaning her lips and begging for more. Jack thrust forward, a few extra ropey strands attaching themselves to the blonde's extended tongue. As she closed her mouth, he sagged violently, panting.
Sam stood, careful not to lick her lips or whip her face as she climbed onto the bed. She perched between Janet's bent legs, pressing one thigh against her lover's center. "You want to taste him?"
"Oooh, yeah," Janet groaned.
"He tastes so good..."
"Let me taste," Janet begged.
The two women kissed, Janet's tongue lapping wildly at Sam's lips. Sam moaned and allowed Janet to clean her face, feeling the other woman's tongue lovingly lathing her flesh. They kissed again, sharing Jack's bitter taste, and Janet reached between them to unhook Sam's bra. As they re-explored each other, Jack moved to the armchair and dropped down, spreading his legs and letting his limp cock rest against his thigh as he watched the women. Sam broke the kiss and looked at him, giggling as Janet kissed down her throat. "What, you're turning this into a spectator sport?" she asked, as Janet freed her of her bra.
"I'm an old man, Carter. Gimme time to recuperate." He waved both hands at them. "Please... keep each other occupied."
"I think," Sam chuckled evilly as Janet's lips closed around her nipple, "I think we can manage that..."
---
Jack stretched out on the mattress, staring at the ceiling of the guest room. Sam joined him a few seconds later, curling against his side and playing with his nipples as Janet peeled the condom from his cock. He groaned at the touch of her fingers, curling his toes, and Sam giggled. "You were a great sport."
"Thanks," he said, his voice rough.
Sam kissed him, long, lingering and hard. He moaned into her mouth, touching her cheek and rolling onto his side to face her. "I'm a lot older than you two ladies," he reminded her. "I need time to recuperate."
"You take all the time you need, Jack," Janet said. He looked down in time to see part of his anatomy - his favorite part, in fact - disappear into her mouth.
"God," he rasped. "This wasn't a seduction plot, it was an assassination plot."
"Are you complaining?" Sam asked, kissing his chest.
"Nope. Uh-uh. Carry on, ladies, just make sure you find an acceptable casket for a man who died with an erection."
Sam shrugged. "At least the pallbearers will have a handle to carry you out with."
Janet had to stop her blow job to laugh.
---
Sam straddled Jack's hips, running her fingers over his lips and letting him suck her fingers as she got into position. She was trembling, her face red and beaded with sweat. Jack reached up, brushing Sam's hair out of her face, and let her suck on his thumb. Janet, seated on Jack's legs, guided Sam's hips down with one hand as she held Jack's cock with her free hand. Sam moaned at the touch of his cockhead to her pussy, jerked her hips a bit, and finally enveloped the tip. Janet whispered encouragement, leaning forward and kissing her lover's bare back. "He feels good, doesn't he, Sam? Yes, baby, you've wanted this for a long time..."
Sam moaned and let herself sink down onto him, letting Janet guide her descent. Jack licked his lips, squeezed his eyes shut and let his hands trail down Sam's body like a blind man exploring a Braille chart. He found her nipples, her bare stomach, the warm flesh beneath her arms... he touched her everywhere as he invaded her, filled her. Janet abandoned Sam's back, crawling up the bed and insinuating herself between the two lovers. She kissed Sam hard, thrusting her tongue into the blonde's mouth. Sam cupped her head, holding her tight.
Jack moaned and put on hand on Janet's hip, sliding down to cup her ass. Janet looked down at him, then lifted her leg and straddled his face. As Jack began to pump into Sam, rocking her entire body with his movements, Janet lowered her pussy to his face, letting his tongue do it's work. She and Sam fell into each other, kissing passionately as Jack pleasured them both. As Sam's breathing grew more and more ragged, Janet reached down and touched the blonde's clit. Sam cried out her orgasm into Janet's mouth, tensing around Jack and pulling Janet into a tight hug as she came.
Janet came on Jack's tongue a few seconds afterward and Jack spurted his final orgasm onto Sam's chest. Janet obediently licked the residue up and shared the taste with both Jack and Sam. When they finished, they took turns in the shower cleaning themselves before they got dressed and prepared for the aftermath.
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The deck door scraped open around nine that evening, with the last rays of the sun disappearing over the trees. Sam and Janet were on the couch, careful not to be cuddling, when the two men returned. Sam didn't look up from her book as she greeted them. "Hey, Daniel. Teal'c. Did you find a prescrip-- Daniel!" She dropped her book to the table after finally looking at the two men. "What the hell happened to you?"
"It's..." Daniel lifted his arms and looked down at himself. He was covered from head-to-toe with mud, his glasses still broken and held together by white tape. Teal'c stood behind him, also caked with mud and dripping on the floor. "It's a very long story."
He started towards the bathroom, but Teal'c slammed his hand into Daniel's chest, holding him back. With a glare that would have stopped Apophis, the Jaffa stopped Daniel in his tracks. He bowed to the women and went into the bathroom. Daniel cleared his throat. "I'll just let him take the first shower this time." He walked around to the couch, almost sat down, then remembered his muddy exterior. He stood next to the chair, crossing his arms over his chest and looking at the table. "Hey, you guys finished the puzzle!"
"Yep," Janet nodded. "Looks different with all the pieces in it," she noted. "You can finally see the big picture."
Daniel nodded, then looked around. "Where's Jack?"
"Napping," Sam said, hiding her smirk behind her book.
"Napping?" Daniel repeated. "What did he do today that he'd be tired by nine?"
Janet shrugged. "Well, Daniel, I guess he just doesn't have the stamina of us younger bucks."
Sam chuckled and Daniel looked at them curiously. Finally, he decided to go wait on the porch for Teal'c to finish his shower. Alone again, Sam reached out and touched Janet's hand. The brunette turned her hand over, cupping it against Sam's palm and squeezing. They glanced at each other, then pulled their hands away and went back to their books.