Oral sex together is one of the main delights that has kept Valerie and me bonded together for so long. We love both cunnilingus and fellatio, but sixty-nine is our absolute sexual favorite. Valerie, ever the romantic, believes in treating it with the respect accorded a rare-vintage wine. It’s always our special indulgence during special happenings, such as this second-honeymoon trip.

By the time a gentle swaying told us that the train was now rolling toward Switzerland, Val and I were already naked on the turned-down bed of our special parlor compartment. She had never looked lovelier. I worked my lips downward across her breasts and taut belly with lingering kisses, goose bumps peppering the succulent flesh where I nipped and nibbled.

Stretching out on my stomach between her legs, I licked the inside of each thigh, drawing closer to her cunt. I felt her whole body trembling with anticipation. Then my fingers replaced my tongue on her satiny skin, and my tongue slid onward to lick her outer folds. They were moist and warm, and her musky odor was exciting to my cock. And when my tongue found her clitoris, which was as stiff as an elongated nipple, Valerie gave a deep shudder.

My leisurely feast had Val’s pelvis gyrating wildly and her thighs hugging my head. Each time her shudders showed signs of subsiding, my tongue would burrow its way into her core again. My cock was so hard, it felt like it was going to burst at any moment. Her rhythmic undulations rolled with the train’s movement, and I wrapped my hands around her rear and smothered myself in that seething sensuality as she gave vent to her arousal and her cunt grew wetter.

She gave a loud shriek, and this time I didn’t hold back. I rubbed my cock against the warm flesh of her leg, and, dizzy with the impact of the rush going through me, I came when she did, creaming on her lovely leg. We fell asleep in each other’s arms as Val whispered to me that she would more than make it up to me in the morning. She kept her promise.

I was awakened by my wife’s mouth soothing my swollen shaft. My balls were ensconced in the palm of her warm hand, and her tongue was lapping up and down the length of my hardness. Shivers rippled along my spine and a fire was ignited in my groin that swept up to my nipples, making them as hard as tiny marbles. I waited for Val to mouth my whole cock, but she was in no big rush.

Her tongue now replaced her hand on my balls, and she mouthed them one at a time. Then she dipped underneath to swab that sensitive area behind my balls, her nose nuzzling my sac, faint whispers of her breath fanning it lightly. She sucked my cockhead into her mouth, and it felt as if my leg muscles were melting into liquid fire. Val’s mouth finally lured the whole length of my shaft deep into her throat.

It remained there, motionless, as each of us savored the sensation. And when her mouth began moving, she took me slowly and steadily, my cock sliding over the base of her tongue and easing into the deep recesses of her throat. Her long strokes were giving me goose bumps, and I was wound so damned tight, a slight lurch of the train was all the impetus needed to start my come coating her throat and filling her mouth.

By the time we returned from breakfast, our compartment had been transformed into a tiny sitting room. We idled away most of the day admiring the majestic views. That evening I watched with pride all the eyes turning to admire Valerie as she followed the maitre d’ down the length of the dining car. While a white-gloved wine steward poured the train’s champagne, we enjoyed the pretty crystal, the silver and the gold-rimmed plates bearing the train’s crest.

All during our sumptuous meal, the toe of Val’s slipper was running up and down my leg restlessly, and the wicked gleam I knew so well was in her eyes. And the added edge of some good brandy had me glowing.

When we floated back to our cabin, the invisible elves had been at work again, and the turned-down sheets were an invitation we couldn’t resist. The clinging odor of roses permeated our compartment, and Valerie, my own Venus of love, grabbed me in a fierce embrace, and we were soon naked on the bed again.

On my knees between those long, lovely legs, I mouthed her breasts. Valerie’s whimpers for more had my tongue burning a path downward over her lean midriff. I licked her warm wetness with butterfly-wing featheriness that started her gasping. She lifted her legs around my back and pulled me into her core so my tongue could unlock every secret recess.

Her hips arched high to press her pussy harder into my mouth, and her cunt clasped my tongue tightly. Then I could sense that she was swinging stealthily around to lick my cock. Soon more and still more of my sizzling shaft was being urged into the deep confines of her throat. My legs wrapped around her head to hold her my prisoner of love.

Our legs were intertwined, our heads buried deep, and we drew one another to the very brink time, after time with the gentle rocking and rolling of the train a hypnotic high. Then I could feel that familiar rush, and Val sucked me even deeper into her throat; she was giving me that greatest gift of all for my come, her throat.

Later we drank a toast to even more pleasure before our honeymoon heaven ended. And then we slept dreamlessly into Venice.