Years ago, when my wife and I were first married, we lived in an eight unit apartment building. We were on the second floor and the apartment below us had an identical floor plan. Our bedroom was directly above the first floor apartment's bedroom. There was a young lady who lived in the first floor apartment. She had a very predictable routine. She went out to the bars every night. Literally every night. About 20 minutes after closing time, she would come home with whoever her current boyfriend was and have loud sex. My wife and I would wake up to the sounds of them having sex. Sometimes being woken up was a bit annoying, especially when it was every night. We actually knew and enjoyed when she had her period because those were the only days she wasn't getting laid. I do have to admit, however, listening to the sounds of her having sex was a turn on. My wife and I would be in bed listening to the sounds of her passion. It often led to us having sex, too. We'd listen to her and the guy, get turned on, and have sex ourselves. We enjoyed listening to them and, in return, would intentionally get loud ourselves so they could hear us. It got to be a little game we played. First our neighbor. Then us. This went on for about a year until we moved. You'd think after listening to each other fuck as often as we did that we'd develop some kind of friendship but that never happened. We'd say hello to each other if we saw each other in the hallway but that was about it. Living in an apartment building can be fun.
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