I was the husband. I was the “head of our house”. It was about time I got a little bit of what I wanted out of this relationship.The little bit of...alcohol (enough that I could feel it, not enough to make me drunk) helped to unlock those buried feelings and gave me the courage to act on them. I walked down the hall with confidence and, dare I say, authority. I opened the door to the study.I wouldn’t have believed you if you told me what I would see when I opened that study door. I wouldn’t need. Not only did she look she stared for a while. Lucky for me my wife didn't have anything plan for the day. We sat and talk the day away her k**s came over and played in the back yard.Got to remember my wife know that i wanted to make it with our neighbor sense they all moved in a few years ago. Later on that week my wife had a board meeting wouldn't be home for few hours yet .I called the neighbor up and asks her if she wanted to join me on the patio for a glass of wine. Her mom lived with her. I went to sleep that night, very happy about how things were progressing.Friday morning I got up had a quick shower then after another pleasant conversation with the motel staff I headed into town. I decided to have breakfast at the local diner which was a very busy little place and apparently was adored by the locals. I then proceeded to make myself known to them, whilst at breakfast. I met local farmers, business men and even the mayor.I told the mayor I was quite taken with the town and. ...I read my book, a dirty novel, which got me a little excited, and the movement of the train made it more difficult to ignore the fact my pussy was getting hotter and wetter. I shuffled in my seat the press my knickers harder up against my clit, creating a friction that made me hotter and more slippery. I brushed my fingers over my nipples, spread my legs a little and shut my eyes to bring up images that would suit my mood.As I lay back, I must have dozed off as I woke up when the train hit a.