I have a freaky couple for a neighbour. How freaky, you ask? Almost every night they're having sex, and their bedroom is right behind my wall, so in the late evening hours, when I'm trying to dig into my college books, I hear nothing except the sound of their bed hitting against the wall, hearing the wife moan out while ordering her man to fuck her, fuck her harder! And harder he seemed to pound into her, making my room jitter as if there's an earthquake occurring. Sometimes they'd go at it till midnight ... and then early in the morning, they'd continue from where they left off. It drives me crazy sometimes just sitting in my room hearing them go at it -- the funny thing is there's nothing I can do about it. Just about everyone in the apartment building knows about their nightly workout, and the fact that I'm a new tenant doesn't help matters much.
Late one evening, I heard a knock on my door. It was my freaky neighbour -- the husband. He was naked except for a pair of briefs and a towel that was draped over his neck; he grinned shyly at me.
"Hey there neighbour," he clapped a hand over my shoulder; it was the first time I'd spoken with him and the way he acted, you'd think we'd known ourselves since I moved in. "I was wondering if you could help me out with a little favour."
"Of what kind?" I enquired.
He led me into his apartment, into the bedroom where his pretty wife lay sprawled across the bed, naked; my eyes nearly popped out of their sockets and I fought to starve myself of an immediate erection. She winked at me, smiling, undaunted by the effect she'd wrought on me.
Her husband came and placed a digital camera on my hand and said: "My wife and I were wondering if by chance you'd care to make a film of us while we're doing it. It's much better this way. It's already programmed so you have not much worry except start filming."
