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From: Leowulf <leowulf@softhome.nospam.net>
Subject: {ASSM} Sleep Over (FMM, femdom, oral, anal, rom)
Date: Mon, 23 Dec 2002 10:10:03 -0500
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{ASSM} Sleep Over (FMM, femdom, oral, anal, rom)

by Leowulf

Warning:  This story may offend small minded bigots.
Don't repost this story except on usenet for free.

*** 

Sleep Over

"That's a great idea!"

"'Course it is."  Sol Goldman high-fived his friend.  "Face it, Mikey, 
we're geniuses!"

The doorbell rang upstairs.  The two men ignored it, intent instead on 
the blueprint spread out on the table in front of them.  They made notes 
on the blueprint and congratulated each other, until the door to the 
basement opened.

Mike and Sol looked up to see Gloria, Mike's wife, fill the doorway.  
"Time to come home, Mikey," she said.

"But Gloria," the disappointed man replied.  "We've just started to make 
some real progress here!"

"Now, young man!"  Gloria giggled as she stepped away from the doorway.

The two men plodded up the stairs, into the living room.  Their wives 
stood in front of the big picture window, half silouetted, the snowy 
afternoon framing the two shapely women like a halo.  The men stopped, 
admiring the beauty of the two women.

"Put our eyes back in your heads, boys,"smiled Esther, Sol's wife.  
"We've got to leave now if we're gonna get to the PTA meeting on time.  
Damn beaurocrats here won't reschedule for a natural disaster."

"It's just some snow, dear," Sol offered.  "Besides, they're used to 
driving in it."

"Well I'm not, sweetheart, so lets get going."

"Actually ladies," Mike broke in.  "We'd like to stay in tonight, knock 
out some more work."

Gloria strode over to him.  She reached up and took his face in her 
hands.  "Now, Mikey, is this just your way of saying you'd rather not 
listen to us hens cluck all night long?"

That was part of it.  Mike didn't relish the thought of sitting there 
while a crowd of ladies came up with ideas on how to spend an outrageous 
amount of tax revenue and still ask for more.  But he and Sol had just 
had a major breakthrough and he wanted to exploit it.  "I just want us to 
impress the boss on Monday.  Just three or four more hours and I think we 
can make some real progress."

Gloria let go of Mike.  He could tell she was disappointed not to have 
him along, but she'd never interfere with his work.  "Well, if it's 
important to you..."

"I'll stay with them, Gloria," offered Esther with a smile.  "Make sure 
everything's all right."

"That's ok, Esther."  Mike said, sharply.  He was a bit offended.  To 
lighten things up he added with a laugh, "we don't need a babysitter."

"That's good, because the twins are out tonight."  Esther's eyes bored 
into Mike.  "I'm just here to fetch and carry for you he-men, while you 
do your important work."

"Where are B and D?" asked Gloria.

"At Sandy's house."  She finally looked away from Mike.  "She's got them 
double-teaming little Pete, while they're out."

"Good," said Gloria.  She wryly added.  "They've been needing "out" since 
we all moved in."

"Well, it's not quite like that."  Esther waved her hand dismissively.  
"But we can gossip later.  You'd better get the kids in the car and get 
to school."

"Ok, sister."  Gloria gently pried Esther's baby Henry from her own six-
year-old daughter, and picked up her little Sammy.  "I won't be able go 
get back after the meeting in this snow, can he just sleep over tonight?"

"Cool - a sleep over!"  Sol beamed.  "Let's break out the booze and party 
hardy!"

"No booze, no floozies, no staying up late."  Gloria smiled wryly as she 
looked up into Mike's brown eyes.  She took his hand in one of hers.  
"And please listen to Esther, ok my love?  She is in charge tonight."  
She kissed his hand.  "You're much too mature to speak sharply to my 
friends, Mr Slovenic, and too good a guest to disregard their rules."  
She stood closer to Mike, and he could smell her sweet perfume.  She 
licked his fingertips, her eyes smoldering.  "I'm glad I can trust my 
relationship with my friends to your capable hands.  I love you so 
much!"  When her lips met his, Gloria's kiss was part show of love, part 
benediction.

Being told how important it was to his wife that he get along with her 
best friend made Mike feel put on the spot.  He laughed it off.  "Don't 
worry, Gloria.  We're all friends here and still will be in the morning."

Gloria gave Sam to Mike to kiss goodnight and asked Esther, "what time 
should I pick him up?"

"Why don't I just call you?" Mike butted in.  Both women ignored him.

"B and D will be dropped off around 9.  I'll have breakfast ready about 
then; bring along some orange juice and we'll have breakfast together."

Sol looked up from the floor, where he was changing Henry's diaper.  
"Assuming you don't mind soy protien, instead of real sausage," he added.

Esther continued, "Just remember, sister:  push for the expanded music 
arts program.  Even if it means more taxes, it's worth it for the kids."

"Don't worry, hon."  Gloria took Sammy from Mike's arms.  "I can argue 
with the best of them."  She addressed her next words to both Mike and 
Esther, but Mike had a feeling they were meant more for him.  "Just take 
good care of my man.  As far as I'm oncerned, he's yours as much as Sol 
is tonight."

***

Mike and Sol returned to the sanctuary of the basement.  They examined 
the blueprints, completed their revisions, and were sailing right along 
until they crashed into the local planning ordinances.  By this time, it 
was becoming late, and the men were becoming tired and irritable.

"Why don't we just not worry about restrooms in the extension," said Sol.  
After all, how many people are in the new working group?"

"According to Ms Regina, about 30," Mike mused.  "That's too many to make 
them run back and forth to building 20."

"Why don't we just put in space for them, and file a petition for a 
variance?"

"The way the women here are afraid of hurting the climate, that will take 
months.  By then everything will be behind schedule, and our butts will 
be in a sling."

"This extension was just a bad idea," Sol groused.  "You should never 
have pushed for it."

"It was YOUR idea!"  Mike was aware that his tall form was a bit 
intimidating when he raised his voice, but at this point was past caring.  
"You just didn't think it through."

"But YOU pushed for it, trying to score brownie points with Ms Regina!"  
Sol pushed his friend away from him.  "And now we're screwed!"

"Hey, hands of the threads, shorty!"  Mike pushed back.

"Who are you calling short, you big lummox!"

"Pardon me, gentlemen."  The two men turned to see Esther standing 
between them.  Her long, black hair was glossy, and shone like a halo 
around her head and shoulders.  Her blouse was unbuttoned, her very large 
breasts pushing the fabric aside.  Her large, brown nipples were wet, 
shined in the basement's light.  

She smiled as the two friends were rendered speechless by the sight of 
her.  "Would you please help me?"

"Um, sure Esther."  Mike glanced at his friend, to confirm that he too 
saw his wife with her tits exposed.  "What, what can we do for you?"

"Well, as usual," Esther began, reaching up and brushing her hair back 
from her face, an action that Mike thought made her tits look even 
bigger.  "Henry's had his before-bedtime meal."  Mike was shocked to see 
her punctuate her sentence by caressing her weighty breasts.  "And now 
he's asleep."

Mike was thrilled and uncomfortable when Esther reached out to the two 
friends, taking their hands in hers.  "And he didn't finish his supper.  
She stepped forward, while pulling the men to her.  "My breasts are still 
so full of mother's milk that they are uncomfortable."  Mike was even 
more shocked when she brought her hands back to her tits, allowing both 
men to cup one of her breasts in one hand.  "Please may I share the rest 
of my milk with you?"

Mike and Sol looked at each other, their argument forgotten, the hard 
feelings vanished.  They were two friends who happened to be fondling a 
beautiful lady's breasts, being propositioned by her.  "Um, wow Esther.  
I don't know," said Sol.

"Esther, I don't think--" began Mike.

"Please, sirs."  She was still smiling, an inviting smile, still letting 
them fondle her breasts, soft, milk-heavy and lovely.  "I know you are 
both good men, and I know I can trust you to help me."  Leaving their 
hands on her breasts, Esther reached up and caressed both men's cheeks.  
"Besides, I can tell you both like the idea, and that's the right 
attitude."  She ran her fingers through the men's hair, Mike's thick and 
black, Sol's balding.  "Mother's milk is good for you, and nursing is 
always good."  This she punctuated by stepping so close and pulling the 
men even closer, so her breasts actually grazed both men's chests.  "You 
can make me feel better, and it'll make you both feel good, too!"

As Esther led her men up the stairs, their thwarted plans fought briefly 
for their attention, but the project was remote and unpleasant, while 
Esther was so close the friends could smell her perfume, and she was so 
lovely, and her ass swayed invitingly under her skirt as she climbed in 
front of them.  By the time they reached the living room, all thought of 
their project and their argument had vanished.  Esther was the center of 
the their attention.  She turned, her open blouse framing her large, full 
breasts, and she walked backward, pulling the men to follow her.  Her 
breasts bounced so nicely as she collapsed onto the sofa.  The men 
allowed her to pull them to their knees in front of her.  Mike was 
actually salivating at the thought of suckling her breasts.  Then Esther 
managed to shock him yet again.

"My dears, I must ask one last favor."  She began.  After both husband 
and friend nodded their assent, she asked, " would you two please remove 
your clothes?"

Both men were speechless for a second.  Before they could find the words 
to object, Esther quickly explained.  "Here I've been almost naked in 
front of you for a while now, my breasts exposed to you."  At this, she 
again fondled her large breasts, drawing the attention of the men to 
them.  Mike swallowed to keep from drooling.  "My nakedness has turned 
you both on so much that, candidly, I'm uncomfortable."  Again, she 
arranged her hair, again Mike's attention was fixated on her enormous 
tits.  "I know it's a lot to ask, but I'd be very grateful if I wasn't 
the only one here naked in front of friends."

"Esther," began Sol.

"Honey, I've seen and admired your handsome body for almost 14 years now, 
and I know you are proud of what good shape you're in."  Mike opened his 
mouth, but Esther stopped his words with a look.  "Mike, you're my best 
friend's husband, and my good friend.  I know I can trust you."  She took 
his hand in hers.  "I'm glad to have a good friend like you, who wouldn't 
make me be naked by myself."

She leaned back on the couch, her posture at once comfortable and open, 
her expression one of gratitude mixed with an imperiousness that gave 
Mike butterflies in his stomach.  "Remove your clothes now."

Of their own accord, Mike's hands went to work.  His muscle memory 
overriding his inner turmoil.  On the one hand, the only woman he'd been 
naked in front of since becoming an adult was Gloria, and his own learned 
modesty made being naked in front of a woman unthinkable.  But on the 
other hand, he was very willing to be the gentleman for her, live up to 
her gratitude and admiration.  In short, he wanted to please Esther.  
Before he was had settled the question, he found himself standing naked 
in front of his best friend's wife, his friend also naked.  He glanced at 
Esther, met her eyes and blushed.

Esther did not mention their bodies, did not react as though the two 
friends being naked in front of her was anything other than natural and 
expected.  Instead she refocused their attention on her body, 
specifically, her heavy, milk-full breasts.  "I was considering the best 
way to feed you darlings, and I found the one way that will work best, 
make both of you and me also comfortable."  With that almost-imperious 
expression that so captured Mike's attention, Esther pointed at the floor 
near her feet.  "Kneel, my dears."

Mike was naked, on his knees in front of a beautiful woman with huge 
tits, about to be fed her breast-milk.  His friend was there too, and it 
was seeing his friend that made Mike realize something.  Both Sol and 
himself were both erect, their hard cocks pointed at Esther, the object 
of their desire.  He blushed a deeper red.

"It's ok, Mikey."  Mike felt Esther's hand on his shoulder.  It was 
comforting.  "I love my Sol, and I love you, my friend Mikey."  She 
turned his head and he fell into her warm, brown eyes.  "An erection is 
perfectly natural, even expected, when a boy is being breastfed.  Sammy 
and Henry routinely have hard little penises when they are being fed.  So 
does Sol.  And so do you.  It just means you're normal."  Esther tousled 
his hair.  "Ok, Mikey?"

Mike was still a bit unsure, but looking into Esther's loving eyes, 
seeing her friendly smile, he couldn't help but smile back.  "Ok, 
Esther."

"Now boys," Esther held out her arms to the two friends.  "Let me cuddle 
you, and I will feed you."

She gathered Mike and Sol to herself, arranged both so that they knelt, 
resting against her as she rested on the sofa, with their heads at just 
the right height for her breasts.  She moved each in turn, pushing her 
nipples into their mouths.  Following a reflex older than memory, Mike 
began to nurse at the breast of his friend's wife.  Her milk started a 
few seconds later.  It was warm and delicious!  Each time he sucked, 
Esther filled his mouth with something that was far better than he 
thought any food or drink could taste.  And just the very act of nursing 
was so relaxing.  Mike lay completely limp in Esther's arms as she fed 
him her breast.  He looked up into her eyes, and felt more in love with 
her than he though he could feel toward any person.  He noticed Sol 
nursing at her other breast.  His glasses were off and he looked so 
peaceful, so serene.  Mike felt a brotherhood with him that transcended 
their long friendship.  

As if the experience of being breastfed by this wonderful woman were not 
the best that could happen, Esther managed once again to surprise him.  
As she fed the two friends, she also moved her legs, subtly but 
rythmically, against their penises, drawing them both to a fever pitch of 
lust.  Still nursing reflexively, Mike looked up at her.  Oddly, the 
mischievous, playful expression she bore made him feel better about her 
getting him off while feeding him her breastmilk.  Their sexual play gave 
a context to this pleasure that complimented the more basic pleasure of 
her giving him suck.  That she was likewise stimulating his best friend 
while also feeding him her breast made their sex play seem all the more 
appropriate to him.  The experience was somehow complete when Esther 
leaned forward and kissed both Mike and Sol on their foreheads as they 
were suckling at her breasts.

All too soon, Esther's milk was finished.  Mike was surprised for a 
second that her tits were still very large.  She stood then.  "Now 
boys," Esther said.  "I've given both of you my milk, my love and my 
affection."  She reached down, stroking both of the kneeling friends as 
she continued.  "All I ask in return is that you make me feel good."  She 
reached under her skirt and dropped her panties.  Mike was spellbound as 
she picked up her panties, soaking wet with the dew of her arousal, and 
stroked his face with them.  "You want to make Ms Esther feel good, 
Mikey?"

"Yes ma'am."  The words came unbidden.  Mikey couldn't conceive of not 
wanting Ms Esther to feel good.  

Ms Esther was facing Mikey.  She pivoted on her waist and, using panties 
and soothing, maternal voice, cast the same spell on Sol.  In short 
order, both males were eager to please her.  Esther spread her legs, 
still towering over their kneeling figures.

"You first, my little hubby," she said to Sol, and pushed his face up 
into her ass.  "Oh, ooh!"  She sighed.  That's right little boy," she 
murmered.  "Make Mommy feel good!"

While Sol was busy behind her, Esther grabbed Mikey by his hair.  "Now 
you, little Mikey," she encouraged.  "Make Ms Esther feel good!"  She 
pulled Mikey to her drenched pussy.  At first, she just rubbed his face 
against herself, using his face to get herself off as he breathed in her 
scent, as Sol kept tongue-kissing her anus.  Then she became more 
insistent.  "That's it," she cooed.  Ms Esther likes Mikey to lick her 
clitoris."  She moaned softly as she kept his lips to her clit.  "Oh 
yes," she purred.  "Mikey is a good little pussy-eater."

Ms Esther turned her upper body so she could better direct Sol's efforts.  
"That's right, little Sol, kiss Mommy's ass."  She moaned more loudly, 
using one hand to keep Mikey in place, the other pressing Sol hard 
against her ass.  "OHH!"  She cried out.  "OOOOH!"  Ms Esther pressed 
both boys hard against herself, her legs quivering, her pelvis shuddering 
violently.  Mikey couldn't breath, couldn't see, couldn't do anything but 
be held to Ms Esther's pussy while she came.

Finally, Ms Esther let the boys go.  Both Mikey and Sol collapsed to the 
floor.  Looking up at Ms Esther, Mikey thought she looked absolutely 
radiant.  She looked down on Mikey, and when she met his eyes, she 
favored him with a loving, friendly smile that made his heart nearly 
burst with joy.

"I love you!" he said to her.

"I love you too, Mommy!"  Sol called from behind her.  Ms Esther helped 
the boys up to their knees and they both wrapped their arms around one of 
her legs.  Tears were blurring his vision as Mikey hugged the wonderful 
woman tightly.  He looked at Sol, hugging her other leg, and felt again 
the deep kinship that he experienced earlier when Ms Esther was 
breastfeeding them.  Ms Esther ran her fingers through both boys' hair, 
stroked their wet faces, caressed their shoulders as they cuddled against 
her legs.  "I love you boys too, both of you!"  she said.

At length, Ms Esther finally pushed her boys off her legs.  When Mikey, 
still kneeling, looked up at her, her blouse was again buttoned, although 
her breasts hung naturally, unfettered by bra.  She smoothed her skirt, 
stepped back and, looking down at her kneeling, naked treasures, she 
said, "now boys, follow me upstairs and we will have some more fun!"

Both boys started to stand, but Ms Esther gently, firmly pushed both back 
down to their knees.  "Now, now, little boys," she admonished.  "On your 
knees."  Walking up the stairs, she explained to the Mikey and Sol as 
they crawled behind her.  "When you are kneeling in a female's presence, 
it's like saying you respect her."  Stopping on the stairs, she took the 
time to stroke the boys' cheeks and hair.  "That doesn't mean you have to 
kneel whenever you are with a female," she continued, her voice soft and 
maternal.  "But if you don't  kneel on the outside--"

"Kneel on the inside!"  Mikey blurted out.

"That's my Mikey!" said an impressed Sol.

"Yes, you bright little boys both understand."  Standing at the top of 
the stairs, Ms Ester favored her boys with another smile that made 
Mikey's insides seem to turn to butter.  "Now, little ones, let's make 
each other feel good!"

Ms Esther positioned the boys so they knelt facing each other in the 
middle of her living room.  The two friends were so close to each other 
that their erect penises were touching.  At other times, this might have 
made Mikey uncomfortable, but he felt he could trust Sol's loving, so 
perfect wife to make sure everything was all right, so he actually 
relaxed and returned Sol's smile when their eyes met.

"Oh, boys."  Ms Esther came back into the room.  She had taken off her 
skirt, and was dressed only in her blouse.  It was long enough to be 
modest, but the effect was very sexy.  Mikey was so aroused looking at 
her that his penis leapt of it's own will, brushing against Sol's.  
Looking at Sol, both boys smiled and blushed.  Looking at Ms Esther, 
Mikey was too awestruck to smile.  She smiled at him, though, a friendly, 
knowing smile that reminded him that she was in charge, and helped him 
not be nervous.

"Now, just stay on your knees, my little treasures."  Ms Esther said.

"Keep showing we respect you!"  Sol added.

"That's right, my precious."  She bent over and kissed his forehead.  
Mikey could see Sol was radiant with his love and arousal and wondered if 
he looked the same.

Ms Esther stood over the boys, this time facing Sol.  Mikey thought she 
was going to let them lick her again and impulsively kissed her ass 
cheek.  Smiling, she twisted at the waist and stroked his face.  "Not 
this time, darling."  Mikey's disappointment must have showed, because 
she quickly added, "don't cry, little boy.  You'll be able to kiss my ass 
a lot.  But this time we're going to do something a little different."

She then lowered herself to a squat, her nether treasures hovering above 
the very excited penises of her boys.  "Now, put your hands on my waist, 
little boys," she commanded.  When they obeyed, she added, "now I'm going 
to make love to both of you until you come while inside me.  But first, I 
want you to ask nicely for sex.  Show me you love me, and that you 
respect me."

Sol instantly and reverently said, "please Mommy, make love to me, make 
me come while inside you."

Mikey echoed, "please Ms Esther, make love to me too, please make me come 
while inside you too!"  He hoped he too sounded like he meant it.  At 
that moment, he couldn't think of anything more important than Ms Esther 
knowing that he loved and respected her.

"Good boys!"  Ms Esther praised the friends.  She added, "this is what 
happens when you love and respect a female."  Grasping both boys' penises 
she lowered herself just a little, just enough so they entered her vagin 
and rectum.  When Ms Esther pushed his penis up her hot, tight ass, it 
felt so good Mikey felt dizzy and almost fainted.  Wisely prepared, she 
instructed both boys to breathe.  When they were ready, she again grabbed 
their penises, and pushed them inside her all the way.  Mikey gasped with 
pleasure.  Dimly, he was aware of Sol's penis inside her vagina, almost 
like they were again touching each other, but the hot tightness of Ms 
Esther's ass filled his attention.  Mikey was so grateful to her for 
making him feel good with her ass that he wanted to kiss it and tell her 
of his love every day for ever.  

Ms Esther then started moving up and down, slowly, carefully.  As she did 
so, she cooed soft, maternal phrases over her boys.  Both boys shuddered 
in pleasure with every movement she made.  They clung more tightly to her 
in response to her gentle motherwords.  She put an arm around her Sol and 
reached behind her to caress her Mikey.  The three moved in this dance of 
love for just a few minutes, then Mikey felt Sol's penis come inside her.  
Almost immediately, Mikey's penis started to pour out its offering of 
love into her as well.  Both boys held on to Ms Esther through their 
orgasm.  She was their focus, keeping them together as their bodies 
seemed to dissolve.

Ms Esther making love to him was easily one of the most pleasureful, most 
wonderful and most beautiful experiences that Mikey had ever experienced.  
But afterward, he felt like crying, although he didn't know why.  Sol 
felt the same way, and when he started sobbing, Mikey joined in too.  Ms 
Esther was prepared for this too, and she led the weepy, emotionally 
needy little boys to her bed.  She sat up in bed, cuddled the two naked 
males to her.  She murmered comforts to them, and sang them a lullaby, 
until they were sleeping peacefully in her arms.

***

At breakfast the next day, Mike listened with no small embarrassment as 
Sol's wife recounted, in humiliating detail, what happened the night 
before.  Everything from the two overtired execs almost at each other's 
throats over nothing to the two thoroughly regressed boys being sung a 
lullaby until they cried themselves to sleep.  What made it worse was 
that neither Sol's wife nor his own seemed to care that the twins, 12 
year old Deanna and Brianna, and the babies, including his own six year 
old Amber, were at the table, eating pancakes and listening to Esther.

But two things made breakfast bearable:  Sol seemed to be embarrassed but 
taking it in stride.  That gave Mike a good example to follow, and helped 
him maintain some perspective.  He still felt a close kinship with him, 
and thought their friendship was going to be much closer, much deeper as 
a result of last night.

The other thing was seeing his wife.  Gloria was not only taking 
everything at face value, she was asking questions.  Part of the reason 
for the detailed report was responding to her insightful questions.  But 
while hearing how he not only fucked her best friend, but fell in love 
with her did not seem to bother her.  She looked at Mike with even more 
love and understanding than ever before, and that was saying a lot.  By 
the time Esther finally finished, she knew everything, even things Mike 
hadn't noticed.  And she genuinely approved.  She approved of him!  Mike 
was concerned - was it an act, perhaps how she thought she "should" 
react?  No.  He'd been married to her for almost ten years, and knew when 
she was playing games.  No, she really still respected and loved Mike, 
and she seemed closer and better friends with Esther than ever.

As the men cleared the table and washed the breakfast dishes, the ladies 
talked.  The PTA meeting went good, if you can call needing a referendum 
to increase the local school budget good.  Esther had been nominated by 
Gloria, and elected in absentia, to the referendum commitee, which was 
meeting next friday.

"So who the hell would want a stranger messing with their school's 
finances?"  mused Esther.  "That's dumber than dirt!"

"Face it, dear Esther."  Gloria kissed her cheek.  "Your reputation as a 
no-nonsense ball-buster preceeds you!"  Both women laughed at that, then 
Gloria asked.  "By the way, do you want me to watch the Henry while 
you're politicking next weekend?"

"No, the twins are always wanting to take care of him.  I think they get 
off on having a real doll that they can take care of.  But if you don't 
mind, I could really use someone to babysit my hubby while I'm out.  If 
these committee meetings are like I think they'll be, I'm looking at an 
all-nighter the first couple of times."

"Sure, sister."  Gloria smiled.  "Just drop him off at my house on your 
way.  "We can let the hubbies have another sleep-over!"

***

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