Everything appeared in slow motion and I stared expectantly as the bubbles rose to the surface and tipped over the edge in a thin stream until...
I gasped as the chilled champagne at last found its mark, splashing on my mound, a rivulet of cold, frothing wine running down between my parted legs and seeming to hiss as it flooded my straining clitoris.
Onwards it flowed, over my swollen labia, between my buttocks and soaking away into the towel beneath.
I closed my eyes at this sudden and totally unexpected action and tilted my hips back, revelling in this hitherto unknown pleasure. I am sure that what finally soaked into the towel was not just champagne!
Then I felt his lips touch me, kissing gently around my burning hot entrance and followed immediately by another surprise as more of this effervescence seemed to find its way inside me.
This time, though, it was warm, he had filled his mouth with champagne and was filling me with it me as he kissed.
I was wide open now and excited beyond belief. He had never done anything like this and I gripped the back of his head, pulling him against me as he lapped up the same liquid he had injected into me but now mixed with my own copious emissions.
I was in seventh heaven!
Although I loved him dearly, Philip had never been an adventurous lover. He was always the first to completion and usually had to finish me manually but this... this was new and exciting. Although being incredibly aroused, that feeling was utterly eclipsed by the soaring sensation of love that now gripped my heart.
As he kissed me his tongue began to push into my welcoming entrance, causing my muscles to contract and pulse but then, his hand slipped slowly beneath my bottom, exploring its sticky wetness and lifting me to his lips.
This was amazing and I couldn't help but move my hips, rocking back and forth against his mouth and causing his fingers to dip between my buttocks and slip against that other, tighter hole hiding there which did not go unattended.
Philips warm saliva dribbled from his lips and he used it with great effect by rubbing my perineum and anus with the pad of his thumb.
I was gasping for breath, moaning loudly and without restraint. The combined ministrations of his tongue, his lips and now his thumb were bringing me to the brink and when his thumb nail scratched over that tightest of places, dragging it slightly open as he passed... well, I am sure my heart stopped for a moment!
That was the tipping point or would have been had he not suddenly stopped, leaving me gasping for release.
My eyes remained closed and, for just a moment he left me alone, hanging on the edge.
A second later I realised why when I gasped yet again as the sudden coldness of the chilled champagne being poured into my navel made my stomach contract.
It was immediately followed by Philip's tongue lapping at the tiny trickle than ran down my abdomen.
He kissed my quivering flesh and ran it along my ribcage towards my breasts and then...
He stopped again!
My nipples were straining as though trying to reach the ceiling above us and suddenly his mouth had taken one of them, again the fizzing warmth of his champagne filled mouth drew it in.
He swirled his tongue around it and sucked my flesh ever deeper then allowed the champagne to seep from the corner of his mouth and trickle down my breast as he trapped my nipple tightly and pulled... and then he kissed me.
He kissed me with a passion the like of which I had never known and, as he did so, he entered me,
Gently at first, easing inside my burning grotto, opening me and then filling me.
Deeper and deeper he pushed until I could feel his hips against mine and he began to move, withdrawing slowly and then in again, each stroke a little harder than the last until he was pounding into me.
My muscles gripped him, holding him, loving him and I drew my knees up to give even more depth.
In a whirr, my mind was totally blank, focussed only on the pleasure I was receiving and, hopefully, giving him.
I began to groan, softly at first and then more loudly as my body began to stiffen and then suddenly any control I might have had was lost as the air was pushed from my lungs in a long drawn out wailing scream and the waves of ecstasy crashed through my whole being.
My body and soul became one solid mass of contracted muscles and through it all I felt him pulse deep inside me.
I felt his seed fill me and I threw my arms around him, holding him as tightly as I could, pulling him even closer and at that moment... two became one.
As my orgasm slowly subsided I could feel him still inside me, pulsing ever so slightly and I felt wet and sticky, the concoction of his seed and my lubrication, blended with the champagne, seeping out and dripping down onto the towel beneath us.
Philip rolled to the side and I went with him, my legs wrapped around him, not wanting him to move and we remained like that, side by side on the bed until morning, sleeping happily in each others arms.
When I awoke, it was still quite early, just after five-thirty.
Philip was still sleeping so I very gently tried to pull my arm out from beneath him without disturbing him but he stirred.
“Mmm... Good morning, My Love,” he half whispered through sleepy lips.
“Good morning,” I replied and kissed him gently.
We lay still for a moment just enjoying the closeness I had missed so much of late.
After a while I tried again to extricate my arm but it was totally numb now.
“Can I have my arm back please?” I whispered into his ear. “I need to let the blood back into it.”
Now the lust of the previous night had become this morning's reality I felt sticky and uncomfortable but still very happy.
“I need to shower,” I told him, “Look at the state of me.”
He did indeed look at me, making a show of appraising me from top to bottom and his action made me redden from top to toe.
“Stop it!” I said, suddenly embarrassed. “I'm such a mess.”
He smiled and shook his head.
“No,” he said simply, “You are beautiful.”
We were in Venice for just a few days but they were probably the happiest days of my life.
Philip had changed.
Oh, he was still the same man I married but now he was stronger, more willing to take control.
It was him who decided where we went and where we ate. He was still considerate and asked what I wanted to do or see but there was no indecisiveness, he held the map and he led the way, metaphorically as well as physically.
Venice was an amazing city and I could fully understand why he brought me here. It isn't just old buildings and waterways, the whole place just oozes romance with love seeping from every nook and cranny.
By day we strolled arm in arm, looking in shops and and stopping for coffee, just sitting and chatting and admiring the views.
At sunset we found ourselves in the Piazza San Marco. It was like a little piece of heaven here on earth. As the sun got lower the gilding on the arches of the Basilica of Saint Mark seemed to stand out like great golden frescos, a sight so wonderful that it brought tears to my eyes.
Suddenly, I felt Philips arm around me and when I turned to him he pressed his lips against mine.
“I love you so much,” he whispered when finally releasing me and wiping the moisture from my eyes with his thumbs.
“And I love you too,” I replied with total honesty, “More than anyone.”
We stood silently then, just watching the fading sunlight reflected from the arches.
The Piazza is a large square surrounded on three sides by buildings with arched porticoes all the way round and it was through one of those arches where we found a nice bistro and sat at a table under a canopy sipping wine and just watching as all the lights came on and the sun finally disappeared leaving the golden frescos in darkness once again.
I looked at Philip as he emptied his wine glass and placed it gently on the table, my heart filled with love for him.
“Come on,” he suddenly urged me. “I have something special for you.”
“What! More special than this?” I exclaimed.
He didn't answer but grabbed my hand and almost dragged me towards the canal.
It didn't take long for me to realise where we were going.
At the waters edge, he spoke to a man wearing a striped shirt who then helped us step down into a Gondola and for the next thirty minutes we moved along the water with only the splash of the oar to beak this magical silence.
Philip placed his arm around my shoulders and I put mine around his waist and lay my head upon his chest, my heart pounding with love.
But half an hour is nothing when something so wonderful is happening and it seemed that we had only just boarded when it was over.
I was about to stand when the Gondolier stopped me.
"Fotographia?”
I frowned and shook my head, fearing that it would be expensive but he pointed to Philip's camera and indicated that he would take a picture for us which is what he did and then helped us from his boat.
For a moment, my legs felt strange and a little wobbly but it soon passed and and I guessed it was because of the movement of the Gondola as it glided along the water.