Shared by Her Gladiators: A Bisexual MMF Menage

By Ellie Hunt

"Clodia gasped as the two half-naked gladiators closed in on her.

Clodia is a upper-class Roman woman, and she's not supposed to leave her house without a chaperone - let alone go watch the gladiators practice.

When she sees two famous gladiators spar and then undress each other, Clodia can't help but watch.

But then the two big, burly gladiators catch Clodia watching, and they want her to join in. Can the young woman handle two of them, hard and without protection, or will she run back to her villa?

Shared by Her Gladiators is a super-steamy MMF menage where the men are just as hot for each other as they are for her! Warning: this anything-goes sword-crossing threesome is so crazy-hot that you'll need the air conditioning on full blast."

• Language: English
• Publisher: Ellie Hunt
• Release date: Aug 26, 2021
• ISBN: 9781005595852

Ellie Hunt

Ellie is wine-loving, latte-drinking mom of three who loves her dog a little too much and her treadmill not enough.When she's not dreaming up dirty stories, she's probably supervising dance class or taking notes at a PTA meeting, where no one is the wiser about her secret writing life!

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Shared by her Gladiators

Shared by her Gladiators

A Bisexual MMF Menage

Ellie Hunt

Shared by her Gladiators

A Bisexual MMF Menage

Clodia, said Drusus. Julius and Lepidus are coming for dinner tonight. I need you to see that the preparations are made.

Clodia nodded slightly and poured her husband a little more wine. Sometimes she was afraid that if she opened her mouth to respond to him, she wouldn’t be able to be the respectful, proper wife she pretended to be any more.

She watched his ugly, protruding Adam’s apple bob up and down as he drank, the wispy hairs on top of his floating in the slight breeze that came through their villa.

And no more pheasant. I’m tired to death of pheasant, can’t you get some nice mutton or beef this time?

Ill see," she said.

She knew he hated pheasant, which was why she’d invented a shortage of all other kinds of meat. Outwardly, she was the perfect Roman wife: quiet, pretty, from a good family. She couldn’t stand Drusus, though, so she made his life worse in little ways.

He put one fist to his chest, belched loudly, and stood. Clodia marveled again at how someone with such skinny arms and legs could have a belly that protruded so much, almost like he was pregnant. Well, at least that would make one of them. She knew that his colleagues in the Roman Senate wondered where his heirs were — after all, they’d been married two years, and Clodia was twenty, a fertile age. She