You’d be amazed by how much of a city you can experience in just 48 hours. As a flight attendant who specializes in international travel, I’ve explored many popular destinations in a short period of time. Generally, I prefer brief stopovers. But Italy is the one exception to my rule, because Italy is where Marco and his wife, Lucia, live.

Marco and I met during my first trip to Italy. He was the front desk clerk who checked me in. There was an undeniable spark between us. Feeling feisty, I decided to call down to the front desk and request assistance in my room. Lucky me, Marco responded. He was just finishing his shift, but he had time for one last call, he told me. He never did leave the hotel that night.

Marco and I hooked up a few more times, whenever I was in town. I knew from the beginning he was married, but I didn’t care, and he assured me that he and Lucia had a very open relationship. Oh, those Europeans.

Then one day, ahead of our next planned rendezvous, Marco asked how I felt about him bringing his wife to join us at my hotel room in Rome. He had shown me pictures of Lucia, and I knew from our conversations that she’s bisexual and has a penchant for sharing. If she was even half the lover her husband was, I knew I wanted to fuck Lucia. Of course, I told him to bring her along.

The first time I met her, I was struck dumb by her beauty and her aura of elegance. Pictures didn’t do her justice. She wore a long trench coat that was expertly tailored to conform to every dip and curve of her frame. When she propped her foot on the mattress in my room, the coat opened just a smidge, teasing me with a peek at her gossamer-thin, thigh-high hose, which were supported by an elaborate lace garter belt.

Marco dropped into the large arm chair in the corner of the room that faced the bed.

“Why don’t you two get acquainted,” he said.

Lucia whipped the belt off of her coat and allowed the garment to fall open, revealing a gorgeous bustier that hoisted her plump breasts so high they spilled over the top of the garment.

I wondered what those gorgeous globes would feel like pressed against my cheeks. Would she feel pillow-soft? Would her scent envelop me when I nuzzled the valley between her boobs? I was dying to find out.

“Do you like what you see?” she asked.

Her thick accent rolled over me. It was like Marco’s, of course, but softer and lighter. I found myself torn between wishing she would talk dirty to me and longing for her mouth to be too busy exploring my body to utter another word.

“I do,” I purred.

Reclining on the bed, I opened my arms wide in invitation and said, “Vieni qui, Lucia.”

Come here, Lucia.

She smiled, and the room seemed to glow. She shrugged off the coat and allowed it to fall to her feet.

Lucia crawled onto the bed, moving toward me with the sexiest cat-like prowl. That night, I was her prey and I would surrender gladly.

Unlike Lucia, my outfit was less fussy and more functional. I’ve never been one for elaborate peignoir sets. Instead, I opted to wrap my freshly showered body in the hotel’s fluffy robe. I could still smell the soft scent of my lavender body lotion emanating from my skin. I wondered if Lucia could, too.

“You’re so lovely,” Lucia whispered as she slipped a delicate hand into the gap in my robe. She opened it completely, sweeping the terry cloth aside and exposing my breasts.

My excitement was evident. My breathing was erratic, and my tits rose and fell rapidly, which made them jiggle in an enticing manner.

Lucia let out the most adorable giggle. She traced the tip of one oval-shaped nail around the edge of my areola.

“So pretty,” she whispered before trapping my nub between her thumb and finger and giving it a sharp tweak.

“Ahh,” I gasped.

The small spark of pain heightened my growing pleasure to create the most intoxicating blend of sensations. Lucia hadn’t gone anywhere near my pussy, and yet I felt the effects of her ministrations down there as well. A subtle pulse picked up between my legs, like a soft whisper that begged Lucia for her attention.

Fortunately, Lucia seemed to hear it. After releasing my nipple, she swept her hand down my torso, quickly gliding over my skin until she reached the promised land.

“Oh yes,” I sighed.

Lucia’s fingers settled atop my clit. She gently pressed the little button and ignited an inferno of lust that threatened to consume me.

“Marco, you didn’t tell me she’s so responsive,” Lucia said teasingly.

She turned back to me and whispered, “I love a woman who knows what she likes.”

Lucia’s mouth descended on my neck, raining down a series of licks, kisses and delightful little nibbles while her fingers continued to stroke my pussy.

Before long, I was writhing on the bed. We’d only just begun, but it was clear Lucia was an attentive lover, and I was ready to give myself to her completely.

A single finger dipped between my folds. She wiggled it a bit, then skated it right back up to my clit, smearing my juices along the way.

“You’re so wet,” she purred. “Just how I like my women.”

Lucia’s fingers moved lower again. This time, when her digits delved into my crevice, the heel of her palm rested against my clit.

“Do you like this?” she asked as she plunged her fingers deep into my pussy.

“Yes, oh, yes,” I sighed.

“Good,” Lucia replied.

She crooked her fingers so they pressed against my inner wall as she laid another kiss on my neck.

“Tonight is all about pleasure.” Her fingers collided with my G-spot as she uttered the words, making it easier than ever for me to reply, “Oh God, yes!”

Somewhere through my sex-induced haze, I remembered Marco — sweet, sensual Marco — was seated only a few feet away from us. My eyes fluttered open and sought him out. I spotted him still sitting in the chair as he watched us — with his fist wrapped around his hard cock.

Suddenly, Lucia pulled her fingers out of my pussy, leaving me aching from the emptiness. My longing must have been etched on my face because before I verbalized my feelings, Lucia said, “Don’t worry, I’m not done with you.”

She sank onto the floor beside the bed and tugged at my ankles, so my legs lay draped over the edge of the mattress on either side of her.

Lucia’s lips curled into a seductive smile. Once she was settled between my legs, she palmed my thighs, urging them even further apart.

“Such a gorgeous cunt you have,” Lucia murmured before she began lavishing oral attention on me.

Lucia started at my knee, pressing a gentle kiss there before licking a path upward along my thigh. After nuzzling the edges of my mound, she trailed her teeth over the delicate skin there, triggering an intoxicating tingle that spread to my pussy lips.

Lucia’s ruby-red lipstick also smeared all over my skin, streaking my thighs with swaths of radiant color that contrasted with my peachy skin and reminded me of Tuscan sunsets.

Not that I was super focused on what I looked like. How could I be when I had such a gorgeous woman between my legs? Her espresso-colored hair fell in long, luxurious waves down her back. Every once in a while as she kissed me, the silky locks would brush against my skin and tickle my legs delightfully.

Finally, her lips collided with my pussy. She lapped up one side of my slit and down the other, skirting around my clit in the most maddening way. When she sucked one of my folds into her mouth, my back bowed and my toes curled.

Holy shit, she hadn’t gone anywhere near my clit and already a hot pulse of pleasure surged through me.

Lucia waited until my ass landed back on the mattress to release one pussy lip and suckle on the other.

Her appreciative hum buzzed against my skin — like a vibrator, but so much better. Somewhere in the depths of my sex-addled brain, I started to wonder what the same sensation might feel like on my clit.

Thankfully, Lucia didn’t make me wait long to find out. After lavishing each pussy fold with plenty of glorious suction, she traveled up to my clit and closed her lips around the sensitive bud.

I think my soul left my body when she worked her jaw from side to side, gently massaging my little pleasure powerhouse. Even such subtle movements were sparking such intense pleasure. That woman knew her way around a pussy.

“Oh God,” I groaned.

Lucia’s hand landed on my thigh and gave it a squeeze, letting me know she heard me. Her nails trailed over my skin as she pulled away slowly.

“Don’t stop,” I shouted, pounding my fist on the mattress to emphasize every word.

Lucia continued to work magic with her mouth, using her lips, teeth and tongue to pleasure me. She rained down a series of flicks on my clit, tapping out a thoroughly intoxicating rhythm with her tongue that had my hips swinging. I was shamelessly grinding on her face.

As if that wasn’t enough, Lucia took things further by bringing her fingers into play as well. While her mouth was busy worshipping my clit, her digits snuck up between her face and my pussy and plunged inside my wet and willing vagina.

Although that erotic encounter was our first time together, Lucia seemed to know exactly what made me wild with lust. She curled her fingers in a sort of come-hither motion and pressed their pads against my spongy inner wall. I instantly felt a flare of arousal that made me gasp and shiver helplessly.

“Oh, fuck,” I moaned.

I thought I might levitate off of the bed and fly off into the ether. Lucia played my body like a finely tuned guitar; she knew exactly which strings to pluck to create the most captivating music.

“Yes, yes,” I shouted.

A telltale tension wracked my body, causing my muscles to coil up impossibly tight. My back and limbs became as stiff as a board, and then, all at once, a rush of pleasure made me melt right back into the mattress.

My hips bucked, smacking my pussy hard against Lucia’s lips. Sweet, glorious juice gushed from my core as my climax rattled me. Lucia’s face was glossed with my nectar. But she didn’t let that distract her from sucking my clit. That woman ate pussy like a goddamn champ. She refused to stop until she’d wrung every last bit of pleasure out of me.

When the last of my orgasmic tremors had subsided, Lucia finally moved her mouth from my mound.

She turned and called to her husband, “Marco, will you join us?”

For the first time since we became entangled, I heard Marco’s voice.

“Of course, my love,” he said.

He walked to the bed and stood just behind Lucia, who was still comfortably nestled between my legs.

“Darling, I think Ana needs your cock.”

Feeling it was high time for me to enter the conversation, I interjected and agreed, “Yes! Yes I do!”

Lucia caressed my thighs, skimming her hands from my knees up to my hips, and allowed her mouth to hover just above my quivering sex. She looked up at Marco, who settled himself on the bed beside me, and told him, “Just make sure I can still eat my fill.”

Marco leaned over and held out a hand to Lucia, tugging her up toward the mattress to join us. Then he slid his fingers along my slit and urged my pussy petals to part.

“Do you want more of this?” he asked, with his eyes firmly fixed on his wife.

She nodded, and we repositioned ourselves. I got on all fours, and Lucia lay beneath me, craning her neck to lap at my snatch. She busied herself swiping her tongue over my clit as Marco cozied up to me. His erection nestled inside the crevice between my ass cheeks. Its warm, velvety skin felt incredible against my asshole.

I rocked my hips up and down, bouncing between them both.

At first, Marco let me control the pace. His hands wandered across my body, warming my skin. He pressed soft kisses along my back and shoulders. After every few smooches, he would pull back and enjoy the sight of his wife munching my box.

But eventually Marco wanted more. He reached between my writhing body and his, then he grabbed hold of his cock and swirled its bell-shaped head around the entrance to my pussy.

The slickness from my juices made it oh-so-easy for Marco to sink inside my cunt. He moved slowly, careful not to move me out of reach of Lucia’s tongue.

Not that I think she would have let him. She allowed precious few seconds to pass without teasing my clit with her tongue or fingers. Even when I arched my back so Marco could enter me, Lucia still managed to hone in on my love button. She’d already drawn one orgasm out of me using her tongue, and she seemed determined to trigger another.

I leaned back against Marco, letting him guide our movements. He skimmed his hands over my hips and up my sides, stopping just beneath my breasts. He cradled my tits in his hands, palming them as he ran the rough pads of his thumbs over my nipples. His touch gently stimulated them so they grew erect and even more sensitive. But it was his quick, sharp pinches that made me shout because they came just as Lucia elicited another orgasmic quiver from my cock-stuffed cunt.

Marco and Lucia worked as a team. Together, they were unstoppable and hell-bent on delivering me the utmost pleasure. They were in sync, not needing to speak or even look at one another to know exactly how to achieve their common goal — making me come as many times as possible.

By that point in the evening, words were escaping me. If I’d had my wits about me, I would have urged them on with obscenity-laced dirty talk and wicked endearments. But by that point, all I could do was moan.

I was quickly losing control and was already teetering on the edge of another explosion when Lucia reached up between Marco’s legs. When he groaned into my neck and dug his fingers into my hips, I guessed she’d slipped a finger in his asshole — maybe even two.

That’s when Marco’s gentle, languid lovemaking took on a very different rhythm. He plowed into me with short, powerful thrusts, moving so fast that every hitch of his hips threatened to lift my knees off the mattress.

Of course, Lucia kept us all grounded. She held me and her husband firmly in between her face and her hand — precisely where she wanted us.

It wasn’t until Marco shouted that he was going to come that Lucia removed her mouth from my cunt — and her hand from his rear — and rested on the bed beneath me.

Marco pulled his cock out of my pussy, grabbed hold of his juice-slickened shaft and pointed it downward — right at his wife’s beautiful face.

Dipping my head, I was able to watch as thick, white cream jetted out of his dickhead and splattered all over Lucia’s lips and cheeks. She’d opened her mouth wide to catch all she could. But she lapped up anything that missed the mark, gathering up his goo with her tongue. She seemed ravenous.

I pulled away and saw her beautiful face glistening from my juices and the sticky remnants of her husband’s load. I was overcome by the desire to taste our combined offerings on her flawless face. I rolled on top of her, bracketing her body with my arms.

Her heaving body was shiny with sweat. I placed a trail of kisses along her neck, occasionally lapping at her salty skin. I pecked my way up to her face, which was smeared with sex juice and spunk. I kissed her sloppily, tasting the tangy flavor of fucking.

Then, ever so slowly, I licked a path down to Lucia’s breasts. She writhed rhythmically as if to unheard music as I swirled my tongue over the twin mountains of her tits. They were indeed as soft as they looked, and I nuzzled them appreciatively.

From the way she danced with desperation on the mattress, I could tell Lucia the powder keg was on the verge of exploding. Fortunately for her, I knew just how to light her fuse.

I shimmied down between Lucia’s legs, yanked her wet thong to the side and treated myself to some Italian dessert. She was sweeter than any dolci I’d ever sampled, and I couldn’t get enough of her. I lapped at her furiously, hearing the panting breaths of her husband, whose arousal seemed to soar once more as he watched our sapphic coupling. When she came, her body undulated beautifully as if flowing along with each orgasmic wave that washed over her. She was sensuality personified, and I was awestruck by the sight of her surrendering to her pleasure.

We spent the rest of the evening in more or less the same way, taking turns getting one another off until I had to take off — for work, of course.

I hated to leave Marco and Lucia. But it’s true what they say — absence makes the heart grow fonder, and the next time I return to Italy, I know I can expect their warm and loving welcome.