"Jack, I'm home!" she called, even though she suspected her husband of twelve weeks was not at home. Most likely he was still at work, and though she was disappointed, she was not surprised. These days he often worked more than eight hours a day. Urgent things were always happening at Homeworld Security. Besides he wasn't expecting her. She never knew when she could take time away from her job at Area 51, so she came to DC whenever she could.
This was her third trip since they got married, and she'd been there half a dozen times before that. She was really racking up the frequent flyer miles, but nothing could make up for the time they had to spend apart. Neither one liked their frequent separations, but still it was better than the previous eight years, when they'd had little hope of ever being together as a couple. Jack had been her CO, and the military hadn't allowed them to fraternize. So now they were able to fraternize till they dropped, which they did each time they saw each other, unless it was at some social function of course.
Lt. Col. Samantha Carter, as she chose to be called at work, went upstairs to the bedroom of the townhouse the government had arranged for him when he first came to work at the Pentagon seven months ago. It was a very nice townhouse in a very nice neighborhood, but at first she'd thought it was too small. She had wanted to have a family, at least two children. She knew getting pregnant at her age was a long shot, but she hoped they could beat the odds. But then one day she had brought up the subject of children, and Jack had shot her down.
Sam thought back to that day, as she changed from her uniform into something more comfortable. It had been the same day he'd proposed to her, and they were sitting on the little dock by his cabin in Minnesota. He had asked her to go there with him for years, and she had gone once…with Daniel and Teal'c along. But this time they were there alone. He had taken a leave of absence while he sold his house in Colorado Springs. He was no longer her CO or the second-in-command of the SGC, so she had accepted his invitation.
"It's not that I don't like kids. Hell, you know me, Carter; I love kids! But…well, I had a son once, and I wasn't a very good father. You know what happened to him?" he asked, and Sam just nodded. She had heard about the accident from Daniel. Jack had never talked to her about Charlie…not one word in all the years she'd know him, so now she didn't know what to say to him.
"Losing him was… It almost killed me. I could never go through anything like that again. Besides, I don't think it would be fair to a kid to have a father as old as me."
Jack was fifty-five, while she was only forty, a fact which he often mentioned. She thought he worried too much about their age difference, but she never thought he would let it affect their lives this much. "So I hope you don't mind if it's just the two of us," he said finally, and Sam's hope of ever having a family had been crushed.
It had been a shock to her. She hadn't really agreed with his reasoning, but she respected his feelings and his wishes, and besides, she was very busy with her job. So it would be just the two of them, at least until he retired, which he planned to do in a few more years. Then he wanted to get a dog, or at least that's what he said.
Sam was seated sideways, her feet up on the sofa and her laptop on her thighs, when she heard the lock turning on the front door. She quickly got up, leaving her computer sitting open on the sofa. Then she padded to the foyer in her house shoes. Jack was just hanging his hat on a peg behind the door when she reached him.
Tackling him, her arms around his neck, she clung to him and kissed his cold cheek.
"Sam, this is a surprise! When did you get in?" he asked after giving her a quick peck on the mouth. She released him so he could take off his overcoat. The dark blue wool was sprinkled with snowflakes, and the foyer was filled with cold, winter air. Sam shivered.
"I got here this afternoon. Hurry up, it's cold in here," she said, as she began helping him out of his coats, first the heavy overcoat and then the uniform coat. She hung both on the peg hooks next to his hat, remembering to remove the protective plastic covering so that the hat wouldn't get wrinkled. Winters in DC could be brutal, and this one was turning into a doozie, to use one of Jack's Minnesota-isms.
Jack quickly removed his tie and unbuttoned his collar, and then he held onto Sam's shoulders while she got down on her knees in front of him. She had his house shoes there waiting for him, and once she had taken off his shoes and socks, he slipped his feet into them. "Awww, that feels good," he purred.
Now they shuffled into the living room and over to the fireplace, where a fire was burning brightly. Sam had made a bed on the floor, using comforters and blankets to pad the hard wood, and now she pulled Jack down. Both of them laughed as he grabbed her around the waist, the two falling in a heap onto the makeshift bed.
"Ow! I'm too old for this stuff," he complained, as she landed on top of him, her left knee striking his right one.
"Sorry! Let me kiss it and make it better," she said as she quickly unfastened his belt and his trousers. She'd had a lot of experience making her husband feel better, and it wasn't long before she had his clothes off, and she was going down on him.
Jack was enjoying having his cock in his wife's mouth, but he wanted to play too, so he sat up and pulled her Air Force sweatshirt over her head. He was happy to find that she was naked underneath. But he wasn't satisfied, so he pulled off her matching sweat pants too.
"No underwear! Why do I get the feeling you've been planning this," he said, raising one eyebrow as he grinned at her.
"Do you mind?" she asked, and then she dived for his crotch, her mouth taking him in again as he lay on his back.
Now that she was head-down, Jack pulled her body on top of his, her legs on either side of his head. Then he grabbed hold of her hips and pushed his face into her pussy, smelling her distinctive feminine scent. She was already wet for him. He could smell her! And now he tasted her too, his tongue lapping at her pink flower center until she was rolling her hips and moaning. She was very excited, but she went on sucking his cock, for which he felt grateful. God, the woman could multitask!
Sam wrapped her arms around his hips and leaned to one side, indicating she wanted him to roll with her. He did, and now they were laying on their sides. This way he didn't have to hold her aloft, and now he could use his hands for other things. It was those things which she always looked forward to the most. He had such amazing hands with long dexterous fingers! And when he used them to do all sorts of things to her, she often thought she would die from the feelings he stirred in her.
Jack rested his head on her thigh, one arm around her hips, while he stroked her ass with his other hand. She lifted her outer leg even higher and he knew what that meant. She wanted him to stick his fingers inside her, and so he did, two in her pussy and one in her ass. Then, with expert precision, he moved them in and out, while he sucked on her clit.
It was impossible for her to do anything but try to breathe now, so she let his cock slip out of her mouth while she panted, grunted and squealed! What Jack did to her often felt so damned good that she thought she'd lose her mind, but she didn't. But she did come like a rocket on the Fourth of July!
"Ooooh, oh, oh, oh, fuck yes! Ahhhiiiiii!" she cried.
Once again Jack had turned his really smart wife into a blithering idiot, and he felt very proud of himself. But now he really needed to come. So he petted her ass and legs and crooned soothing words to her, while she recovered, hoping she would get back to what she'd been doing before. She did, and it wasn't long before he was shooting his cum down her throat and chanting her name over and over again, "Sam, Sam, Sam, oh God, Sam!"
For dinner that night they ate pizza, delivered from Jack's favorite pizza place, while they sat on the makeshift bed Sam had made on the floor. She had on his shirt, and he had on his boxers and undershirt, and they sat, shoulder to shoulder, with their backs against the sofa. While they ate they talked about many things, including his work and hers. And since they were on the subject, Sam decided to bring up something she'd been thinking about for months.
"I've been thinking…" she began, but Jack interrupted her.
"When aren't you?" he teased, smiling around a mouthful of sausage, mushrooms and cheese. Sam bumped his arm with hers, causing him to smear tomato sauce on his cheek, which she promptly wiped off with a paper napkin.
"Jack, I'm trying to be serious. I've been thinking about changing jobs. I could transfer to the Pentagon. They're looking for someone to head up their research department. We'd have more time together…and I'd have time for a baby," she added, hoping he wouldn't get upset. But he did.
"We are NOT having that discussion again," he said in a no nonsense tone of voice.
"But you wouldn't have to do much. We can afford a nanny."
"Sam, I don't want to talk about this," he said, and then he pushed himself to his feet. Sam rose up on her knees and grabbed his hand. She was determined not to let the evening end with an argument.
"Please, sit down. I won't mention it again, but I would like to see you more." Jack sat down, and Sam put her head on his shoulder. She hugged his arm to her chest and turned toward him, needing to get closer to him. His body felt stiff now, and it made her feel scared. She didn't want to lose him, so she kissed his smooth, tanned neck, just above the white undershirt and spoke gently to him. "I miss you," she said against his skin.
"I miss you too," he said, and then he bent his head down and kissed her on the mouth. Sam parted her lips, thankful that he wasn't going to brood all night about their disagreement.
When Jack ended the kiss, he said, "Put in for the transfer." He knew he had spoken harshly to her, so he wanted to make it up to her. But he had to be honest; he didn't think the folks at Area 51 would let her go. "Just don't expect General Murphy to be happy about it. He'll probably offer you more money to stay."
"Then I'll tell him that being with my husband is worth more to me," she replied, and then she slid her hand between the flaps of his shorts, where she found his limp penis. And as they kissed, and she massaged him, he became erect enough for her to mount him where he was seated. Then she rode him like a woman possessed, until both of them were lost in the throes of another climax.
Sam was able to stay in Washington, DC for only two nights this time, and it was harder than ever for her to leave. She was determined to ask for a transfer the minute she got back to Nevada, but her superiors had other plans for her.