The Noisy Neighbour

The Noisy neighbour

Chapter One

With a husband that worked nights and two kids sex had become anything but fun for me. I was morning and night person, or even happy, as the song says, with a little afternoon delight. What I hated was being ignored most of the time, then an expectation to perform on set days as soon as I opened my eyes. And perform was about all it was for me now.

Twice a week, regular as clockwork Jim would want it as soon as he was home from his night shift and showered. So bloody boring, no spontaneity, no variation, no tenderness. It was just one of those things he did for relief. His relief. I'd fallen into the rut with him, needing the same relief and taking it when and where I could. Trouble was it wasn't working for me any longer.

I could even name the days. Wednesday and Saturday. And today was Wednesday. He wasn't quiet arriving home either, which meant I was awake almost from the moment he closed the front door. Now I just had to wait, listening to him undress and shower in the en-suite. Sometimes I just felt like a sex slave waiting to be called, to service my master. Sometimes I'd try to arouse myself while I waited. Think sexy thoughts or touch myself. But most days I couldn't even be bothered with that anymore.

Then finally he climbed into bed with his customary...

"You awake Maddy?"

Of course I was bloody awake. How could I not be?

"Mmm. Just." I lied.

The mattress bounced like a choppy sea as he wriggled about to get comfortable.

"I'm shattered."

Not bloody shattered enough, I thought as I lay there waiting, knowing exactly what was coming. It was always the same. In a minute or two he'd roll towards me, wait a bit longer, then his hand would come over onto my belly and he'd snuggle up.

Yep here it came. I moved a tiny amount tighter to him as it was expected and gave a reassuring grunt. Sometimes I'd try but today I just wanted to get it over with so he'd sleep and I could get on with my day. I wondered if I should just tell him no, demand he upped his game or even tell him to piss off. But it wasn't worth it. After ten years of marriage I was stuck. Two children, dependent on him and his wage.

I did what I always did and performed like the dutiful whore.

"Mmm."

His hand has round my tits and rubbing back and forth across them. Rolling my ample flesh over my rib cage, then cupping the nearest mound before fingers tweaked my nipple. I jerked involuntarily as he squeezed the one nearest and he took it as a sign to move his mouth over it. He sucked and flicked it with his tongue while his hand sought out its twin. It was pleasant, I couldn't deny that, but oh so predictable, and not nearly enough.

"Mmm." I said again, glancing at the time. The kids would be up soon.

I opened my legs as soon as he rolled on to me, responding with a kiss as he ground his swollen cock against my crotch in some pathetic attempt to excite me.

Keen to just get it done I reached down and guided his cock into my tunnel, flinching slightly as it pushed its way in. My lack of arousal meant I wasn't nearly wet enough. Certainly not gushing fluids like I could manage alone in the evenings.

"Oh. That's tight." Jim muttered, pleased with himself. I didn't dare tell him it was because I wasn't interested.

He began humping me as I rested my hands on his back. Slowly at first, then faster. I could feel his cock inside me and I timed my grunts to match his rising heat. It wasn't comfortable for me. I was too dry. And I knew I wouldn't cum. I rarely did with Jim these days. But he didn't know that.

"Uh, Uh, Uh." I made all the right sounds, wishing he would hurry up. It wouldn't take long thankfully.

"Aw yes." He grunted.

Then right on schedule I felt his warm seed filling my tunnel.

"Uh. Don't stop." I wished he would really, but I had to see the act through.

"Yes."

I bucked my body under him.

"Fuck yes."

A few more fake shudders and I relaxed to let him know he could stop pumping at my hole. For a moment he lay on me catching his breath, then thankfully he rolled away. I was just relieved not to be crushed by his weight any longer.

"That was great." He said.

Might be for you, I thought. Not so much for me. All it left me with was a deep frustration that would need attending to as soon as I had an opportunity. That wouldn't be for a while though.

"Get some sleep. I've gotta go, the kids will be up soon."

I glanced at him already drifting off. To be fair he worked hard. I couldn't fault him for that. And the money was good. We had a decent life and the kids wanted for nothing. Not that he gave a damn about them. We'd even talked about buying a bigger home.

I guess his unsocial hours, two kids and my being tied to the house all day had taken its toil on us. Our marriage had just become a case of going through the motions. Much like the sex.

I showered quickly, happy to wash him away and threw on a dressing gown. I could already hear Tom moving about downstairs. Angela would need a bit of encouragement as always.

"Come on Ang. Up you get."

I banged on the door on my way past and started down the stairs. I stopped at the window on the turn half way down and glanced out to see that yesterday's rain had cleared and the promised fine weather was finally arriving. Above the houses the sky was a pretty tapestry of blue and white and I could already feel the early morning warmth magnified through glass. It felt pleasant and brightened my mood.

Angela appeared behind me with her usual early morning half asleep demeanour.

"Morning lovely."

She was a mini me. Same face, same rich dark hair

"Mummy."

A half hearted response as she rubbed her eyes before squeezing past to carry on down the stairs. Tommy was already in the kitchen sat with a glass of orange.

"What's for breakfast."

At ten he was three years older than his sister and a lot more food orientated. Again he got his looks from me rather than his father.

"Cereal or toast."

"Do we have marmalade?"

"Yes." I answered opening the bread bin.

"I'll have cereal."

I slammed the bin shut.

Then why ask about marmalade... I swallowed my frustration knowing it really emanated from Jim's failure rather than Tommy. He was just being a kid.

"Me too please."

Thank God. That made it easier. I busied myself finding bowls and spoons then made myself tea.

"I see changes." Angela suddenly announced, gripped with her mystic madness.

"I see you being late for school if you don't concentrate on your breakfast."

Tommy was already finished as I sipped my tea and he was off to finish dressing. I snatched his plate up and put it in the dishwasher.

"Hurry up Ang. You're not even dressed."

"We're going to live a different life." She said between spoonfuls. "I saw it in a dream. Somewhere warm. With pirates."

"Was this one of your magic dreams." I asked a little sarcastically.

"Yes. I can see the future."

I smiled. Angela thought she had special powers. Either she would be casting spells or having dreams that foretold great riches. It did no harm and Tommy was happy to encourage and play with her. I was just thankful that she was happy.

I cleared her dish away as soon as she finished and hurried her along. School wasn't far and we lived in a fairly quiet part of town, but I hated cutting it fine. I was one of those people who just couldn't hack being late.

"Come on you two. Time's getting on." I shouted up the stairs when they weren't forthcoming.

"Car keys, car keys." I muttered looking about.

I found them on the side and opened the door as the two children finally made an appearance.

Next I had to wait with growing impatience while Tommy messed around with his school bag. Putting it on his back was a time wasting exercise given he'd be removing it again at the end of the path to get in the car.

"Morning."

I turned, startled by the voice. Deep from his size but still gentle and quiet.

"Oh hi."

I quivered like a schoolgirl. Our neighbour was stood almost next to me where our paths sided one another. Dark and handsome.

I'd said hello before since he'd moved in but this was the first time I'd met him up close. I could see why he was popular with the women. That was about the only thing I did know about him. He didn't exactly hide the long string of girls who'd visited the house since he moved in.

"School run?"

"Er... yes. Last day before the summer break."

I pushed my unbrushed hair to the side suddenly feeling self conscious next to his immaculately suited presentation. I was in full dowdy house wife

"Thankfully it's only over by the precinct because they do tend to mess around.

Come on Tommy." I shouted.

"Coming mum."

Angela skipped past me completely oblivious to our neighbour as Tommy finally closed the door.

"I'm Michael by the way. We haven't really done the introductions and it seems an age since I moved in."

"Madeleine. Maddy." I responded.

He had a warm face. Young but mature at the same time. I think I was blushing.

"Well it was good to meet you.

And the kids."

"Yeah. Sorry about them. No manners first thing."

I glanced down at Angela swinging on the door handle of my People Carrier like it was a climbing frame. Tom was just buried in his phone, no doubt texting boys he'd see in ten minutes.

"I'm just off to work so I'll let you get on with it then.

But nice to met you Maddy."

He smiled and carried on towards his own car. A Jaguar I think. Much smarter than my old Vauxhall or Jims Ford. For a moment I stood mesmerised watching him go. It was a long time since I'd looked at another man and felt...

"I've cast a spell on that man." Angela announced pulling my attention back to reality.

"Not a bad one I hope.

He seems nice."

Boy did he seem nice. Much nicer than the old couple who'd lived there before. But then they hadn't spent their evenings trying to corrupt my children with their sex antics.

"In the car Tommy."

"Yes mum.

Can I have some money to buy crisps?"

I tutted.

"When we get there."

My unsatisfied frustration raised its anger between my thighs as I let Michael's Jaguar pull away first.

Chapter Two

It was Friday night and Jim had started the evening stressing about the school holidays. Whinging about keeping Angela and Tommy quiet while he slept.

"For Gods sake. They're kids.

"You could at least spend some time with them."

"You're their mother. It's your job. I have to work."

He never paid them any attention. It was no wonder they didn't care much whether he was home or not. I threw my hands up in exasperation.

"Oh whatever.

If the weathers nice I'll take them to the park. Or my mothers."

Six weeks. That was a long time to find ways to keep them out of Jim's way. Every holiday was the same.

"Angela has almost mastered her bike. Why don't you go and give her some encouragement." I suggested.

"Yeah. I'll take a look at the weekend. It's time I got ready for work."

Yep. As I thought. No interest at all. Any other father would have spent time with his kids. A father would be the one who wanted to see his daughter master her first big bike. He'd do it if I pushed him, but these days I didn't bother. I just went through the routine. Dinner, early evening TV and put the kids to bed once Jim had left. Most nights now I couldn't wait till Jim went to work.

Once I was on my own I could watch what I wanted, usually a movie on Netflix, or I'd read.

This was my life. All the early promise of a happy marriage, family holidays and loving sex had evaporated into a boring routine of existence.

Oh Christ? Another one. I'd chosen just the moment to draw the curtains that my next door neighbour, Michael, arrived back with his latest conquest.

Tall and leggy with bottle blonde hair but he still towered over her by almost a foot. She was very fresh faced, young even by his standards. Eighteen, nineteen I guessed. Certainly not even twenty. Like a nosy neighbour I peaked around the curtain I'd been about to draw and watched her stride towards the house while he followed behind. Even from here I could see the expectant grin on her overly made up face as his hands brushed her hips, guiding her as if she couldn't follow a path.

Don't worry girl, you won't be disappointed. I thought to myself. It never sounded as if the others had been.

I drew the curtains knowing I would want to get the kids off to bed early. I'd told Jim about the noise, but as he usually left for work just before eight he didn't have to put up with it. I'd asked him to go around and have a talk to Michael only to be dismissed as over reacting.

Micheal seemed a really nice chap. I understood he was young and single but I'd just about had enough of his antics each week. It was awkward and embarrassing especially when the kids asked questions. Worse. I was fucking jealous.

"Come on kids. Time for bed."

"Mummy."

Angela protested. It was always an effort to get her into bed and another effort to get her up in the mornings.

"But I should be up when it's dark."

"Why's that then?"

"Because that's what witches do."

"Well maybe when they're older. But little ones have to sleep."

She'd made a circle on the floor in front of her with various sized Lego bricks. In the centre sat a block of four to create a larger brick.

"What's that?"

"It's a magic circle. All my magic is inside it. It makes my spells work."

God knows where she got this stuff from. I certainly never read anything to her about magic beyond the normal children's fairytales. She didn't even like Harry Potter. She called it fake, said it wasn't real magic, as though she was an expert in it.

"It's time to make the ladies go away."

"Ladies?"

Christ. She was on about the girls that went next door. I had to say something to him. It was clear Jim wouldn't.

"Never mind that. Clear it away and get off to bed."

Angela stared up at the ceiling and seemed to whisper some incantation to herself.

"Angela. Now please."

"Aw... alright mummy."

I got the kids to bed and finished up downstairs, deciding on an early night myself.

As soon as I turned the light out the noises came again. Now in the quiet of a dark bedroom I could hear it more clearly. I couldn't make out words, but I knew they were talking, giggling. All just a couple of feet away from where I lay separated by a few bricks.

"For fucks sake." I muttered and rolled onto my side, but I couldn't help but listen slightly mesmerised.

"Uhh, uhh, uhh."

It'd begun. Grunts timed to her breathing as I imagined his cock ramming into her. Lucky bitch. That'd be some cock if it was built like the rest of him.

I'd felt frustrated most of the day. That wasn't unusual but normally I'd have frigged myself in the afternoon when I felt like this. With Jim's boring and fruitless efforts it'd become a common thing for me. But with the kids holidays I hadn't had the opportunity. Nor was it going to be easy with them home all day for the next six weeks.

"Uhh. Uh."

It wasn't loud but it was audible in the quiet of the room. Clear enough to know what they were doing. And invasive enough to agitate a need for satisfaction of my own. Normally it started downstairs but this girl was obviously a bedroom person and they'd made it upstairs early.

I tried to ignore it and the tingle between my legs. But it was an itch that was refusing to go away until I scratched it.

I rolled onto my back and let my hand slid down to my pussy. I shuddered at the first touch of the delicate tender flesh nestled between my thighs. It was wet, sodden in fact. More aroused that I'd realised.

More grunts from next door and I imagined them changing positions. Perhaps she was on her knees now, bent over the edge of the bed. It was a long time since Jim has taken me like that.

Two of my fingers slipped into the entrance to my tunnel. It was hot and squelchy but so lovely to be touched even if it was only by my own hand. I squeezed my thighs together, pushing with my fingers to ease the burning pressure growing in my groin. It wasn't going away until I answered it's call. I kicked the covers away delighting in the cooler air on my heating body, accepting I would.

I opened my legs wide and circled straightened fingers over my pussy, enjoying the slippery feel of my labia rolling beneath them. A little more pressure and I was exciting that nub of pleasure that had quietly tormented me all day with its demands. Now I was going to satisfy it.

More cry's muffled by the wall, a dull thud as though something had been knocked over followed by a girls giggle. They'd shifted position again. Perhaps onto her back?

"Uhh, uhh, uhh."

Regular grunts again, more pitched. She was getting close. I squeezed a nipple hard and pushed two fingers deep into my love tunnel, massaging velvety flesh before finger fucking myself. My own heat was in tune with the girls now.

"Mmmmm." I stifled my own sounds. I could have cried out but I had to remember my two children lay in the rooms the other side.

I circled my clit with determination now, flicking over it to send tremors tearing through my belly and shudders up my spine.

"Aw fuck."

Next door the grunts had become a desperate pant and I could hear a deeper rumble along side them. Him. The big stud himself was heading towards his own climax.

I closed my eyes and imagined his cock pushing in and out of a pussy. My pussy. I focused on his sounds. I heard his final elongated grunt and imagined his creamy cum spurting free.

"Ahh fuck."

I came.

A shudder coupled with my feet kicking out as I let the wave of delight wash over me. My tension miraculously dissipated and I felt a happiness that'd been missing all day.

I lay in the dark as my breathing settled back to normal, carefully listening for any more sounds emanating from next door. It was quiet now.

Would she stay the night? Or would she leave now she'd served her purpose. Either way she wouldn't be seen again. In a week or two it would be another girl. It might be another blonde, or a brunette. I'd seen white and black girls, even an Asian visit once. He didn't have a type beyond their being slim and pretty.

I wondered if they knew they were being used as they entered his home. But then perhaps they were using him just as much. Both only wanting a fuck before going their separate ways.

I shouldn't judge. It wasn't like I'd been so innocent in my youth. More than once I'd found myself in the back of someone's car who's name I couldn't remember after a few drinks in a club. I wasn't proud of it, or ashamed. It'd just been part of being a teenager and young woman. Truth was I'd gone through a stage of wanting to fuck and not caring who with. These were probably the same. And faced with him who would say no. In a few short years they'd be just like me, settled with kids pretending they'd been good girls all along.

My eyes snapped open at the click of the front door opening. It was already light in the room, with bright sunlight seeping in around the curtains.

"Oh fuck."

Like a stab to the heart I remembered it was Saturday. It was guaranteed Jim would want to fuck me as soon as he was done in the shower. I rolled onto my back with my head on the pillow and stared up at the Artex ceiling.

"For fuck sake."

Next door my neighbour would probably still be sleeping with his pretty blonde conquest wrapped around him. My hand was between my thighs before I realised, gently rubbing at the folds of delicate petals protecting the source of so much potential pleasure. I snatched it away as Jim emerged from the shower.

I twisted my head to look at Jim. He was still fit even if carrying a little extra weight these days. He had the same face that'd captivated me in my youth. I should at least try I decided. Otherwise our stale sex life would be just as much my fault as his.