My elder son got married in May and for the first time since our son was born i.e. 24 years, me and my husband decided to go on a couple vacation. Coincidentally, it was also our 25th anniversary and hence we decided to go where we first went for our honeymoon, Goa !!

Instead of flying there, or going by road, we decided to go by train, just like our honeymoon. This time around, my husband had booked the cabin coach. I exactly knew what was coming, my husband always had this fantasy of fucking me on a train and that is exactly what we did. He fucked me in that little cabin for hours, the motion of the train adding an element of surprise to his thrusts. After being nailed for a few hours, we cuddled up and fell asleep in eachother's arms.

They next morning, we arrived at Madgaon station and my husband's driver greeted us at the station. After dropping us as CST the previous night, he drove all the way to Goa and managed to reach before us.we jumped in the back seats and took off. Madgaon station to our destination was an hour long drive and without wasting a moment, my husband flipped my on my back and ate my pussy all the way till we reached our destination.

In there my husband had booked a gigantic presidential suite, after all, we were not going to leave our room for an entire week. Day 1 and 2, we fucked relentlessly all our the suite, stopping only to eat and sleep. By day 3, my body had started to get sore and my evening, every thrust of my husband's cock started to hurt. So, like the goodwife that i am, i booked some of the best hookers for my husband, 2 italians and 1 indian. They kept him busy for the next 2 days as i rested my sore body and eventually joined them on the 5th day of our vacation. They next day, day 6, we sent the hookers to our driver, ensuring, he too had some fun.

The final 2 days, it was just me and my husband again. But this time, we didn't just fuck, we explored the state too. Went to a few casinos, lost some money, fucked and got back to our suite for some more fucking. On the last day, we decided to visit Dudhsagar. Caught a train till the waterfall and then took our driver picked us up for the nearest strech of road. When we got back to the hotel, finally, my husband was too tired to fuck and we spent the remainder of the day cosying up against eachother.

The next morning, we took a flight back, returning to a home with one member less in our family, our elder son had decided to move to America with his wife, permanently this time. Now it was just me, my husband and our younger son.