I was hot.

A single droplet of sweat trickled down my naked back. It was a warm summer night in Avola, Sicily. I slept naked covered with a thin silk sheet, yet I still felt feverish. Though it wasn't the heat of the night that made my skin dampen, my breathing heavy, and my slit sleek.

I heard another loud moan and a bang as my palm traveled down my stomach between my legs and the other one to my left breast. I bit my lip as my middle finger circled my engorged clit. I let out a small moan pinching my left nipple, feeling the shock of pleasure shoot through my body as my eyes rolled back in bliss.

It was my seventh night in Italy, and my seventh night so horny I couldn't sleep without touching myself. Listening to the sounds of two people having their nightly hot sex close to me drove me insane with need.

When I applied for this job position, I never imagined my employers would be a hot Italian couple in their late thirties, who still had amazing sex every night in a room right next to mine. They were so uninhibited and wild, that one couldn't listen to them without getting turned on.

The walls were thin and I could hear every single sound of their pleasure. My moan echoed hers as I pushed two of my fingers inside me stretching my tight pussy as I slid them in and out.

Back home I barely ever thought about sex. I had little experience with it even though I was in a serious relationship with my boyfriend of two years. We were seventeen as we started going out, two horny teenagers, but our sex life was very tame and it sounded nothing like whatever the thirty-something Italians in a room next to mine were doing.

I've never felt such desire, such yearning for a release. I spread my legs wider and pushed my thick hot pink vibrator into my folds. It was a gift from a girlfriend back home and I've never been more grateful for her to have thrown it into my suitcase last minute.

As I pushed the hot pink toy inside me, I imagined my employer, Mr. Moretti thrusting inside me as his wife, Ms. Moretti, watched and got off on seeing her tanned husband fucking me, a much younger petite fair-skinned blonde from Germany. The thought of his beautiful dark skin and body men would kill for against my tiny frame made heat pool in my belly tugging lower as the wetness between my legs ran down my pale thighs.

Their banging got louder and I increased the speed and force of my vibrator's thrusts. Ms. Moretti started screaming in Italian, “Fottimi! Fottimi più forte! Fottimi di più!” (“Fuck me! Fuck me harder! Fuck me more!”) She moaned as he thrust so hard their bed banged against the wall again and again and again.

She screamed as he hit the perfect spot for her pleasure and she came hard. He groaned as he came inside her with a final thrust and a bang.  Their mutual orgasm pushed me over the edge and I turned my head biting the edge of my pillow, so I could silence my scream as reached my peak. I took a deep breath as my head hit the pillow and fell asleep spent, but slightly less on edge than before.

***

I woke up the next morning aroused. Strangely, I didn't have any sexy dreams the night before, yet I still needed release. But I was late, I needed to make breakfast for Ms. and Mr. Moretti. They hired me to be their live-in maid for the summer as they spent their holidays in their beach house in Sicily.

I quickly put on the maid outfit they required me to wear. The dress was black and covered with a little white apron. It was tiny. My ass-cheeks were barely covered and my breasts were very visible despite them being small. The thin pale pink bra did nothing to hide my hard nipples poking out of my dress.

I pulled up my light pink cotton panties with a cute little bow tie in the front and white stockings with little lace bands. To finish off getting ready I pulled my platinum blonde hair back into a ponytail and put on a white hairband.

Now dressed appropriately for the job, I made my way downstairs into the kitchen. I started cutting up some fruit as I sensed someone's presence behind me. I turned and saw Mr. Moretti standing in the kitchen wearing only black briefs that left little to the imagination.

My eyes made a way down his naked torso covered with just the right amount of hair to make him look sexy as sin. I blushed as I looked at a huge bulge in his briefs and averted my eyes. “Buongiorno, Mia,” he said. I looked up and replied, “Good morning, Mr. Moretti.”

I resumed preparing their breakfast and felt his front press into my back. I gasped at the sensation of his cock nestled between my ass-cheeks. “What are you doing?” I croaked.

He put a hand on my stomach and pulled me closer to him so our bodies molded with one another. He kissed my neck and whispered, “You don't need to make us anything this morning, Mia. We don't want you to make us breakfast, we want you for breakfast.” I whimpered at his words and rocked my aching pussy back onto his thick bulge.

His hand that was on my stomach made its way down and under my dress. His palm caressed my thigh gently as he bit my earlobe and said, “We know what a bad girl you are. We know how much you ache for us. We hear you touching yourself every night to the sounds of our lovemaking.”

His touch, his teasing, and his words were a sensory overload. My legs spread on their own accord and I couldn't think straight. “That's it bella, you're so responsive for me,” he encouraged.

His fingers caressed me through my panties, making me so wet the now transparent fabric stuck to my skin and revealed the outline of my pink pussy lips. He bent me over the counter, pulled up my dress, ripped off my panties, and buried his face between my legs.

He licked the sweet nectar between my thigs with gusto, “Mmm dolcezza, you taste incredible.” I grabbed the counter tighter, my knees almost giving out.

His tongue moved tortuously slowly, barely brushing over my clit, where I wanted it most. I whimpered, “Please, Mr. Morreti. I need more.”

His fingers replaced his tongue as he spoke, “Patience, cara mia. Even your name, Mia, means mine in Italian. You are mine to do as I please. Mine to torture with pleasure. Mine to taste, and mine to fuck.”

His fingers entered me with such force I fell over the edge into a rocking orgasm screaming.

He pulled his fingers out of me and spun me around before I could catch my breath after the pleasure, he gave me.

He traced his fingers, covered with my wetness, over my lips, commanding me to open them. I sucked his fingers obediently tasting myself like the good little slut I was becoming.

“You're all ready and warmed up to come to our bedroom now. Mrs. Moretti is waiting for us,” he said as he scooped me up in his arms and carried me up the stairs.

***

As Mr. Moretti put me down in the middle of their bedroom I was still a little lightheaded from the scene in the kitchen.

I looked up and there she was, Mrs. Moretti, sprawled on the bed naked, fucking herself with my hot pink vibrator. I've never seen anything so erotic in my life. She was a vision, a goddess and even if I considered myself completely heterosexual, I felt a strong pull toward her.

Before I could climb on the bed and join in on her fun, I felt the zipper on my dress being pulled down. As it fell on the floor Mr. Moretti unclipped my bra and left me standing naked before them.

He gave me a little push towards the bed and ordered me to climb up and spread my legs. I climbed up slowly as Mrs. Moretti pulled me closer and kissed me passionately. It was my first time kissing a woman and I couldn't get enough.

She pulled back and pushed the toy that was just inside her into my mouth. I sucked on the vibrator, covered in her sweet juices, as she fucked my mouth.

I felt Mr. Moretti's bare cock teasingly rubbing me up and down between my ass-cheeks. My wetness slid down my creamy thighs with every contact his hard cock made with my sensitive clit.

Mrs. Moretti removed the toy and guided my head between her legs. I hesitantly licked between her pussy lips and her taste exploded on my tongue. It was sweet and potent. She tasted and smelled even better when I licked her wetness directly from the source. She moaned as I bit her clit lightly, gripped my ponytail, and showed my head harder between her thighs.

As I was sucking on Mrs. Moretti's sweet cunt I felt pressure between my thighs. Mr. Moretti pushed his thick cock into my soaked pussy in one thrust and I moaned so loud Mrs. Moretti came into my mouth from the vibrations I caused.

She looked at me, smiling with pleasure as her husband violently pounded my pussy. She kissed my lips covered with her cum. “Sei una brava ragazza per noi.” (You're such a good girl for us), she whispered.

Mr. Moretti spun me around on my back and continued fucking me as she straddled my face backward so she was facing him.  His thrusts slowed so they could kiss each other while on top of me.

I've never been so turned on and soaking wet. I spread Mrs. Moretti's ass-cheeks to get better access to her sweet cunt. I lapped her pussy ravenously and felt my second orgasm building.

Mr. Moretti groaned as my pussy squeezed his cock harder and he increased the speed of his thrusts. He fucked me so hard that I couldn't concentrate on eating out his wife as I licked her sloppily.

The pleasure of his thrusts was so good I couldn't move my tongue anymore so Mrs. Moretti rubbed herself on my face to her orgasm. As her cum hit my lips I came so hard my eyes rolled back and I saw white. My pussy milked Mr. Moretti's cock as he followed suit spilling his hot seed in my womb while shouting curses in Italian.

As we all came down from our orgasms Mrs. Moretti moved off me, quickly kissing her hot husband. He slowly pulled out of me, his cum trickling down my thighs.

“What a beautiful sight this is. Mia dolcezza filled with my cum and my beautiful wife covered in hers,” Mr. Moretti sighed happily.

He lay on top of me and kissed my cum covered lips, my neck, and my perky milky-white breasts. He licked my hard nipples slowly, almost leisurely while his wife sucked his cock, covered with my sweet release.  

When he hardened again, he flipped me over onto all fours as his wife lay under me. I lowered myself onto my elbows so she could suck on my little tits and lifted my ass into the air.

Mr. Moretti slid his two fingers into my pussy to make them nice and wet then he slowly moved them up and circled them around my puckered virgin hole. He licked the sensitive pink flesh and I hissed at the foreign sensation. He then pushed one finger in and I yelped in surprise.

“Trust me dolcezza, I'll make you feel good,” he soothed. He then pushed another finger in and I felt a slight burning sensation as he slowly thrust them in and out, stretching me.

He then proceeded with my hot pink toy, still covered in his wife's cum. I felt the discomfort as the vibrator pushed its way beyond the sphincter but relaxed as the burning sensation subsided.

Mr. Moretti fucked my ass slowly with the toy until I started moaning in pleasure. He pulled the vibrator out and rubbed his cock up and down my pussy. Then he quickly buried himself into my wet folds and lubed up his thick member.

He positioned himself at the entrance of my anus and slowly pushed his big cock inside. I gritted my teeth as I felt the burn. He was bigger than my vibrator and my tight hole needed to adjust to his size.

As he felt me relax, he began thrusting in and out slowly. Mrs. Moretti moved her hand between my legs and started rubbing my swollen clit. I moaned in pleasure as their combined movement brought me to the edge. I came again soaking Mrs. Moretti's hand and barely held myself on my elbows from exhaustion.

Mr. Moretti kept fucking my sore ass until he found his release. He groaned in pleasure as he filled my deflowered hole with his hot cum.

We were all spent and sweaty from our hot sex session and we soon fell asleep hot skin on skin with our limbs intertwined.

This was the first of many threesomes we had this summer with every session hotter than the ones before.

***

On a warm September day, I was sitting at the airport with a loopy smile on my face. I was sore and spent, but very relaxed.

I reminisced about this summer's events and thought about this morning's goodbye from my dear employers. And what a goodbye it was. My panties were still damp from Mr. Moretti's cum oozing out of me and I still tasted Mrs. Moretti's pussy on my tongue. My boyfriend met me at the baggage claim with a quick kiss and I wondered if he could taste her on my lips.

Knowing how much I love the heat, he asked, “Was Sicily hot enough for you?”

“You could say that,” I replied, smiling.

It was a hot Italian summer, indeed.