When my wife and I were first married, we lived in a one bedroom apartment on the second floor of an apartment building. Our floor plan was identical to the apartment below us. Our bedroom was above the bedroom below. A young single lady lived in the first floor apartment. Every night the young lady went out to the bars. Every night she would come home a few minutes after closing time and have loud sex with whoever her current guy was. When I say every night, I literally mean every night. We actually knew when she was having her period because those were the only nights she didn't have sex. And when I say she had loud sex, I mean that, too. My wife and I would be in bed sleeping but wake up to their sounds. If my wife woke first, she'd give me a little shake and tell me to wake up because the show was about to begin. We'd lay in bed listening and try to guess what sex act they were in the process of doing. The show would always end the same with a big climax. Sometimes listening to them having sex would get us turned on and we'd return the favor. We figured if we could hear them they should be able to hear us. My wife and I would have sex and intentionally be a little louder than we needed to be. I hope they enjoyed listening to us as much as we enjoyed listened to them.
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