Author: Louis Kahn Nin

About: Possibly one of the most explicit and kinky original novellas Olympia has yet to publish, this sordid torrid tale is about a married couple looking to spice up their sex lives, going to the extremes in perverse acts of sinful desire. She fantasizes about sharing her husband with other men, and he slowly succumbs to his wife's wishes…Written by the great-grandson of Anais Nin, The Perverts is proof that wild erotica can be genetic.

Excerpt:

Possibly one of the most explicit and kinky original novellas Olympia has yet to publish, this sordid torrid tale is about a married couple looking to spice up their sex lives, going to the extremes in perverse acts of sinful desire. She fantasizes about sharing her husband with other men, and he slowly succumbs to his wife's wishes…Written by the great-grandson of Anais Nin, The Perverts is proof that wild erotica can be genetic.

 

Excerpt:

"Look at his cock!" cried my wife. "Wouldn't it turn you on to be sucking that before he fucked me?"

Miranda was rubbing between my legs as she said this and I couldn't hide my growing monument of desire.

"You would, wouldn't you?" she said like the wanton wench she is. "You're bi-curious aren't you--why didn't you ever tell me?"

I'd never told her purely because I had never considered it until that evening when Miranda had asked directly. I looked at the picture and wondered what it would be like to take his cock into my mouth and get it nice and hard to fuck Miranda, but then wondered too whether it was just Miranda's attention on my joy stick that was just sending my hormones racing down the lanes of lust. 

The website was quickly forgotten and we ended up in bed a few minutes later. Miranda told me what she would like to see me doing "it" with another man. I couldn't believe she had been harboring thoughts like these for so long without sharing them with me, but as she described watching me work on a guy's cock until it twitched and spurted thick baby batter over my tongue and down my throat, I experienced one of the strongest orgasms I had ever had. 

After sex, we both fell asleep and the evenings revelation was not discussed until I came home from work the following evening. As we lounged in the front room that night, Miranda brought up the subject again, asking me if I had given any thought to what we had talked about the night before. After some thought, I said that she should email him, send some pictures of us both and see how things went; essentially I was playing it safe for the time being.