This one is purely for fun and totally out of character. I hope you enjoy it. Gregg.
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"Come on, Sam!" Janet Frasier dragged her best friend to the door of Colonel Jack O'Neill's home. "You promised, and we'll have a lot of fun!"
Major Sam Carter agreed with her that it would be a lot of fun if the Colonel agreed to go along with this, but what if he didn't? They'd be court martialed! She said as much to Janet.
"What sane man would turn this down, Sam?" Janet chuckled lustfully. "And I can assure you, the Colonel is all MAN."
Now Sam Carter was no shrinking violet by any means. In the last six years at the SGC she had had her fair share of casual lovers, usually a simple weekend fling when they had a few days of down time. That didn't mean she was some nymphomaniac who went trolling for guys every weekend. But a couple of times a year when the urge hit her, and her limit of being around the Colonel with no relief of the sexual tension between them in sight had been reached, she would go out and take care of that tension and her natural urges. It was fun, anonymous, and let her continue to work and have some hope for something with the Colonel at some point in the future. Janet's comment about Jack O'Neill being all MAN sent a shiver through her body and a rush of moisture between her legs.
"Okay," she agreed with a nod. She looked over at her best female friend and had to admit that Janet looked hot. Short black skirt, thigh his stockings, red blouse with the first few buttons undone showing off the nice cleavage that Janet had. Yeah, Jack was going to be aroused at that. She herself was dressed the same, but with a light blue blouse. Taking a deep breath she rang the doorbell.
Jack O'Neill was bored out of his skull. The hockey game was a bust as his team was playing horribly and getting blown out. Space Monkey and T were off world on some science BS that Danny Boy had been blabbing about for weeks. And to top it all off Carter had told him she had plans that weekend so even a little company for the game was out. He wasn't stupid. He knew that when Carter said she had plans it either meant she was giving a lecture at the Academy, or it was one of those once or twice a year occasions she thought he didn't know about. He hated those (and wanted to beat the crap out of the losers she spent those times with), but he wasn't willing to put her career on the line by suggesting that they fuck the regs and be together. It sucked being an honorable guy with some integrity. Just as he was thinking about possibly going to the shooting range the doorbell rang.
"Probably some whack jobs saying the world is going to Hell," he muttered. He didn't hate people like that, and respected groups like the Jehovah's Witnesses who stood by their beliefs and lived what they preached, but he just didn't want to be bothered with it all. If the world was fucked he already knew exactly who would be doing the fucking. He got to the door and opened it, staring in shock at the sight of the two beautiful women that were standing there. OH MY GOD!
"Carter?" he managed to squeak. "Doc?" He gulped, trying to catch his breath. They looked sexy as Hell!
"Can we come in?" Frasier took the bull by the horns. She had noticed that Sam was staring at the Colonel in appreciation of the man. O'Neill was wearing a sleeveless t-shirt that was practically molded to his firm torso and abs, and his black, low slung jeans were also pretty delicious looking.
"Uh...sure!" Jack said haltingly. He could feel a stirring downstairs and he willed himself a little self control. Getting slapped with a sexual harassment charge wouldn't be a good thing, even if it was in his own damn living room! "So, uh, evening out on the town?" he asked when he sat in his recliner and the ladies sat across from him on the couch. His more lecherous mind enjoyed the view of their long legs reaching up and into the short skirts.
"Actually, we have a question we want settled," Frasier told him. She was going to love seeing the reaction when she told him exactly what question they had.
Jack raised a brow. "Okay," he said slowly, and a bit uncertainly. He was thinking he was being set up for something, but this was Carter and Frasier.
"We were having a discussion and couldn't come to any real conclusion, and the fact is that a man is needed to give an honest opinion," Sam explained.
"Oh?" Jack's brow raised even higher. "And just what was that?"
"We were arguing over which of us gives the best blowjobs," Frasier said bluntly and without a hint of modesty.
Jack's jaw was about on the floor and he was pinching himself to see if this was real. He was also wondering if Space Monkey had snuck in on the sly before leaving on his mission and laced his Guinness with something. He raised the bottle to his nose and gave it a tentative sniff. Nope. It passed the old sniff test with flying colors. He was an expert on Guinness and could tell if even the slightest thing was off on his drink of choice. He gulped.
"It's a legitimate question," Carter said from where she was sitting. "Therefore we need a mans opinion."
"What Sam is trying to say is we want to suck your cock and after we've each had a turn you can tell us who is the best at giving blowjobs," Frasier explained in a blunt way, looking right at the growing bulge in O'Neill's pants. "You even get to see us naked while this is happening," she added a further incentive. As if having two women worshiping a guys cock with their hands, lips, and tongue wasn't enough incentive. She smirked at that thought. Men were so easy.
Jack was back to thinking he was hallucinating and it was all Space Monkey's fault. If this turned out to not be real he was going to so kick Daniel's ass. He couldn't take the chance that this was real, though, and miss out on the offer of a lifetime. He may have some scruples and integrity, but he was only human here!
"Any touching?" he asked, his voice still a couple of octaves too high.
"Well it wouldn't be fair if we could give you a blowjob and you couldn't touch us," Sam said, a smile on her face. This may be way out of character for her, but she wasn't going to pass up the chance to be intimate with the Colonel. As for Janet, she knew that her friend was much more of a sex fiend than she was, so Sam was sure that Janet would be more than alright with the Colonel touching them.
"While one is blowing you, the other will be right next to you talking dirty and letting you feel her up," Janet told him. "Thoroughly."
"I'm in!" Jack said instantly, Junior straining against the tight confines of his jeans. "Definitely kill Space Monkey if this isn't real," he muttered. Then he looked up at the ladies. "Uh, just when is this little contest?" he asked.
"Right now," Sam told him, a smoldering look in her eyes as she saw the bulging tent in his pants. Her nipples were almost painfully hard and erect with excitement.
Jack gulped. He shot up out of his chair. "Give me fifteen minutes!" he said and shot down the hall at breakneck speed.
Janet and Sam laughed when they heard the shower come on and heard Jack singing "Oh Happy Day!" at the top of his lungs. This would be an interesting contest.
A/N: I have the concluding chapter written, but wanted to break the story up into two parts. The final chapter will be posted tomorrow. As I said, this on is OOC, but I wanted to do something fun and kinky with these three characters. I hope you enjoyed the set up. Gregg.