When He Shared Me: A Forbidden Taboo Erotica

When He Shared Me: A Forbidden Taboo Erotica

<h2>“And then I’m going to share you.”</h2> <br />Allie has always had a thing for the man of her house, Michael. She fantasizes about him constantly, even though she knows it's wrong. One weekend she's left alone at home with Michael. He invites three friends over for a game of cards, and Allie realizes that she's losing her chance at getting her fantasy. <br /> <br />She flirts with Michael's friends, making him jealous. When he confronts her, she admits to him her forbidden desire. To her delight, he also has a taboo yearning. But when he suggests that his friends get involved as well, she realizes she's in for a long night... <br /> <br />This forbidden taboo story contains themes of illicit love and lust, as well as an adult menage situation. Some readers may not be ready for the themes in this story. As Amazon's regulations prohibit me from being specific, please click "Look Inside" for a succinct summary of the contents of this story. All characters depicted are consenting adults. <br /> <br />Excerpt <br /> <br />“It’s late!” I heard him say. I could hear music playing, and the smell of pizza made my stomach growl. “Get some pizza in the kitchen if you’re hungry.” <br /> <br />Well, I wasn’t about to pass that up. He didn’t seem to care that I was late, too, which was great. I did as I was told, and brought out a couple of beers for Michael and his friend. But when I reached the living room, I saw that there were another two men there I didn’t recognize. <br /> <br />“I only brought two cans,” I said, putting them on the table. They had a pretty pro setup going… chips with different colors, and a pile of cash in the middle of the table. <br /> <br />“You never told us Allie was so gorgeous,” one of the men said, and I rolled my eyes. <br /> <br />“Come on, Jack.” <br /> <br />“Sorry, Mike, but she is. Nice to meet you Allie. I’m Jack, and this here is Ollie. We’re all old friends.” <br /> <br />“Right,” I said, making a show of my distaste, but really not minding the attention. Not at all. <br /> <br />“Hey, boys,” I decided to say. “Nice to meet you all.” <br /> <br />“Alright, Allie,” Michael said. I swooned. Was he being… protective of me? Was he getting jealous? Perhaps it was the hour. Perhaps it was that I had had a few drinks. I wasn’t sure, but I put my paper plate down, pizza untouched, and stood in between Jack and Ollie. “Mind if I play?” I put each hand on a shoulder, and grinned. <br /> <br />“Allie!” Michael shouted, getting up and dragging me into the kitchen by my arm. He slammed the door behind us, and whirled on me. “What the hell is wrong with you?” <br /> <br />“Nothing!” I shouted back. “Your friends are creeps.” <br /> <br />“They’ve been drinking, and so have you, by the looks of it.” <br /> <br />“Shut up, Michael,” I said, looking away. <br /> <br />“Allie, what’s going on? What’s wrong?” <br /> <br />“Nothing is wrong.” I crossed my arms. Really, I didn’t know what I was doing. All of a sudden I was just so caught up with emotion, with conflict and turmoil. <br /> <br />“It doesn’t look or sound like it to me. Come on,” he said, pulling out a chair. “Sit down and talk to me.” <br /> <br />“What about your friends?” <br /> <br />“The boys can take care of themselves.” <br /> <br />“Fine,” I said, but I didn’t sit down. “But you’re not going to like it.” <br /> <br />“What?” <br /> <br />“I want you.”