After one year, our experiment with an open marriage was proving a great success. Harold and I had taken full advantage of those opportunities to enjoy sex with others, and our own relationship was more exciting and satisfying than ever. The crucial test, however, came when I got home one evening and Harold had something to tell me.

“I talked to Lorna today. She’s in town, so I invited her over to dinner. I hope you don’t mind.”

I blanched slightly. Lorna was Harold’s ex-wife, a vampish, thirty-year-old actress who had found great success in Italy. Now she was in New York for a television show and was coming over to our house for dinner. Did I mind?

Harold had told me about their tempestuous marriage. After two stormy years, they had come to the realization that they were emotionally incompatible. Never, however, did their fierce sexual hunger for each other diminish. He admitted that he thought of her often. The endless nights of their incendiary passion remained vivid in his mind.

I meekly agreed to his invitation and began to sweat out Lorna’s arrival. I stood in front of my closet for what seemed like an hour, trying to decide what to wear. And then I told myself that I was not in a competition. Harold loved me. He was married to Lorna once, but not anymore. I hitched up my pride and prepared for the evening.

I had seen pictures of Lorna, but they didn’t do her justice. She is just a smashing-looking woman. In contrast to my all-American, girl-next-door looks, she is quite exotic, with raven-black hair swept up atop her head, dark, almost violet eyes and a bewitching grin, her lips glossed blood-red. She was wearing a slinky black dress with spike-heeled sandals. She took my breath away.

We all relaxed and had a delicious dinner. Lorna was fascinating, telling us about her adventures in Europe and spinning marvelous little anecdotes about her life with Harold. We adjourned to the living room, and since it was a blustery winter evening, Harold lit a fire. Soon we were all cozy, basking in the firelight.

Holding her glass of cognac, Lorna crossed her legs, her slit dress parting to reveal the thighs of a goddess. “So, Kim,” she said. “Harold tells me you have an open marriage. I think that’s just marvelous. You know, if Harold and I had opened our marriage, perhaps things would have worked out better between us.”

Harold shifted in his seat. Perhaps he was embarrassed by her frank talk. More likely he was trying to hide an erection. I realized what was starting to happen here. Lorna wanted Harold badly. Harold clearly wanted Lorna. Hell, I wanted Lorna. I’d never considered myself bisexual, but Lorna was so sexy that no one, man or woman, could not respond to her.

Lorna continued, her forefinger slowly scratching her exposed thigh. “I’m sure I don’t have to tell you, Kim, but Harold is the best lover I’ve ever had. There’s many a night I’ve lain alone, missing his strong arms.”

My mind was made up. “Well, we must do something about that.” I stood and walked to my husband, sat in his lap and planted a huge kiss on his lips. I whispered to him, “Let’s make love to her.”

He nodded his agreement. I stood and held my hand out to Lorna, who rose and took it in hers. We stood face to face. sizing each other up. Finally she reached up to cup one of my breasts. I caressed her face, and before I knew what was happening, our lips were locked in a kiss of such passion that I grew dizzy.

Harold began disrobing, his cock creating a tent in his boxer shorts. Lorna shrugged her shoulders and her dress fell to the floor. She stepped out of the pile, and I realized that she had been wearing no underwear. She unstrapped her shoes and lay down on the rug. Seeing her naked, I realized that our figures were very similar: a tiny waist, a flat stomach and very large breasts. Harold’s tastes were apparent. I quickly removed my clothes and, with Harold right behind me, descended on Lorna’s nude form. Soon we were a tangle of arms and legs, kissing and fondling as if we had done this many times.

I soon found myself at Lorna’s hot pussy. I licked at her tentatively. Harold had slipped his raging erection into her mouth, and she was busy sucking him and fondling his balls. The sight so aroused me that I lowered my tongue into her with gusto. She tasted divine.

I looked up to see Harold spilling his seed on Lorna’s face. Her mouth was agape, and she was catching his pearly drops on her tongue. What she didn’t catch splashed on her nose and cheeks. I hopped up and licked up my husband’s delicious cream from his ex-wife’s face. I held a bit in my mouth and kissed her, and the come that was in her mouth merged with that in mine. Harold began caressing my back and ass as Lorna and I kissed.

Lorna asked me if she could return the favor. I eagerly lay down on my back and spread my legs wide. Lorna situated herself in front of my aching cunt and began to kiss all around my sex. I wanted her to suck my clit, but she was teasing me. Harold was rubbing his reviving dick against her ass. She looked up and said, “You remember how I like it best. don’t you? In the ass. Fuck me in the ass, Harold.”

Harold smiled, and a moment later, judging by the expression on Lorna’s face, I assumed he had sunk his cock into her little brown hole. She began to grunt with his thrusts, her teeth clenched. She couldn’t properly concentrate on pleasuring me, so I swung around and took one of her swaying tits in my mouth. Harold continued slamming into her ass, and moments later, Lorna came with a shriek.

I stood up and watched Harold withdraw his cock from Lorna’s asshole. He said he’d have to wash up and retired to the bathroom. Lorna, lying limply on the floor, her bosom heaving, looked up at me. “I owe you an orgasm,” she panted. I smiled and lowered my dripping pussy to her mouth. She drank from my sex as if it were a cup of wine, and I was quickly squirming and bucking, her skillful tongue doing an artful dance on my clitoris. I came with a jolt and collapsed to the floor. Lorna leaned over me and kissed me, and I licked my juices from her face.

Harold returned to the room, his cock once again hard. He saw the two of us lying in each other’s arms and he beamed. He dropped to his knees and said to Lorna, “You wouldn’t mind if I fucked my wife, would you?”

Lorna smilingly gave way to Harold. I lifted my legs and let my husband sink his wonderful hardness into my cunt. He was sure and steady, and my pussy felt as if it were on fire. Lorna lay beside us, stroking us gently. We stayed in this position for a very long time. Lorna eventually moved behind Harold, kissing his back and ass, and then kissed my legs and sucked my toes. This was an added thrill that accelerated my impending orgasm. Harold sped up his thrusts and came with a shout, spewing semen into my cunt. I came with him, and when I looked over his shoulder, I saw that Lorna was coming herself, her hand buried in her sopping vagina.

It was now time for bed. Lorna graciously declined Harold’s offer to share our bed and padded off to the guest room. I was glad I was going to get him all to myself. We were too spent to engage in any more sex, but I was happy just to lie in the arms of the man I love. If this was the true test of our open marriage, we had passed with flying colors.