When my wife & I first married we lived in an apartment building. In the apartment directly below us lived a young single woman. We said hello when we bumped into each other but weren't what you'd call close friends. This young lady had a very predictable life style. She worked during the day but went out literally every night. Twenty minutes after bar closing time she and her current boyfriend would come back to her place and fuck. Each boyfriend lasted anywhere from one to three months then there would be a new one. Sound traveled from one apartment to the other so my wife and I would often wake up from our sleep when they got home. They would talk kind of loud probably due to the alcohol. We could hear them talking in their living room but soon move to the bedroom which was directly under ours. It started out fairly quiet but always led up to moaning, bed springs creaking, and often cries of passion. She was so predictable with her daily sex routine my wife and I actually would joke and keep track of her monthly cycle. Those were the only days of the month our neighbor didn't have sex. My wife and I would be in bed listening to them and found it both funny and a turn on. It often led to us having sex and intentionally trying to be as loud as they were. I'm sure they heard us too and often wondered what they were thinking about us. It's too bad we never got to know each other better because I would have enjoyed talking with her about listening to each other.
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