I Fucked My Neighbors Wife.

I live in a neighborhood of single family homes. I live in a house with my wife, and our neighbors are a few years older. I work from home, and my wife has started going back into the office since the beginning of June. My neighbor's wife doesn't currently work, and he often travels. When he isnt traveling, he goes into an office.

A few weeks ago while our spouses were at work, she came over, without a bra and the outline of her tits were on blast in her pink t shirt, and said their internet wasn't working. She seemed to be a bit drunk, despite it being about 11:30 am. I was working from home and knew we had a service outage in our area. She knows that I am a programmer and thought I could fix it. I tried to explain to her that I couldn't do anything until the service was back on in our area, and after a bit of her asking me to take a look anyways, she finally accepted that I couldn't do anything. A little later in that day I started to think 'What if she was hitting on me and trying to get me to come over for another reason.' I jerked off to the thought of it that night.

2 days later my internet was not down, and she came over and asked the same thing. I felt my phone vibrate in my pocket this time because our 'Ring' doorbell picked up that she was at our door. I opened the door and this time she was braless again, in a blue tank top with a fresh spill mark on it. My mind may have been filling gaps, but I'm pretty sure I could smell champagne. I knew that my wife could also see the commotion at the doorbell via our 'ring' and didnt want to raise any suspicion of me leaving the house following our clearly braless neighbor home. I said that I had a meeting but that she should try just restarting her router.

About a week and a half later, I was cutting the grass mid day. She came out to talk to me while I was cutting the grass, this time she had a mimosa in hand. She was braless again in gray T-shirt. It was about 12:30 PM at this point, and she was slurring her words a bit. She was asking things such as:
"Aren't you supposed to be working right now?"
-I told her I was, but stepped away to cut the grass.
"Did you both take the day off?"
-I again re-enforced that I wasn't off, but just stepped away.
"You should come have a drink if you aren't working"
-At this point I got a hold of myself and told her that I lost track of time and had to go make a call.

I went back inside and started to look for neighbor themed porn that resembed her. I knew where she was trying to take things and it got me super horny. After about 20 minutes of looking, and a few vodka shots, I sent my boss a message that I was having 'stomach issues' and was going to step away for a bit. I tucked a condom in my pocket, went out the back, so I wouldn't trigger the doorbell, and knocked on her door. I told her that the call was over and I would love to have that drink.

She poured me a mimosa and we drank the first one talking from across the island in their kitchen. The vodka started to hit me right as she was pouring us each a 2nd one. My rational thought started to leave my mind and I was just staring at the braless outline of her tits in her gray shirt. 3 vodka shots and 2 mimosas within about a 40 minute span sent me from sober to drunk real quick. The liquid courage inspired me to say "I apologize if I have a boner, but you look so good in that shirt." despite being drunk, I immediately felt like an idiot for saying it, until she responded.

"Im sorry, should I take it off." Before I could respond to that she had crossed her arms and pulled it up over her head. By the time her head emerged from the bottom of her shirt my arms were wrapped around her and we were making out. I knew what I was hoping for when I decided to come over here, and I was all in at this point. We stumbled our way into the family room, my mouth working every inch of her from her lips to her tits. Her hand slid down my shorts and I felt her warm hand grab my dick. No one other than my wife has touched my cock in the past 6 years. While we fuck regularly, something about her hand felt so different.

I pulled my shirt up and she pulled her yoga pants down. I went down on her for a few minutes and then rolled my condom on. She was laying beneath me on the couch and I thrust my hips into her for a solid 40 minutes. I couldn't cum because the whole time I was scared of getting caught somehow. Finally it started to feel amazing and I knew that sensation well... The condom had broken. I told her it broke and she said "It's ok, just cum on my tummy." Hearing her say that was the magic words and about 10-15 strokes later I was pulling out and glazing her stomach like a krispy creme.

We cleaned up the couch, it was covered in grass that had stuck to me while I was cutting it earlier, and both of our sex juices had gotten on there a bit also. She gave me another big kiss and told me that she gets lonely in their house, and to come back if I feel lonely. It has been a couple weeks since that. At first I felt soooo guilty, I still do partially, but I am starting to get to a point where I want to go back again... I jerk off every time I get the urge, but I think it is inevitable. I can't talk to anyone I know about this, so that lead me here.