Another story request, this time from an anonymous reader.
I hope this is what you had in mind.
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The Beginning
It was the consistent thudding noise against the wall that finally woke them. And it was the high pitched squealing that accompanied it that was going to keep them awake for much of the remaining night.
"Oh god not again," moaned Brooke Byrum as she turned onto her side and irritably plucked at her pillow before trying to bury her head beneath it. "For fucks sake give it a rest."
Also now awake her husband Scott turned over to face her, her eyes flickering open as he did so.
"Does he never stop," she whispered angrily, as the squealing from next door turned into a long drawn out wailing noise, "doesn't he realize we can hear EVERYTHING."
"I'm sure our feelings are the last thing on his mind," Scott replied with a faint smile. He paused for a few minutes, both listening as the unmistakable sound of two people enjoying hot and heavy sex penetrated through the paper thin walls. Scott felt his cock start to react as he finally spoke again.
"Babe ... now that he's woken us up ... how about we join him ... you know we could ... well it's been a while ..."
Scott let his words trail off, to leave the idea just dangling there right in front of his wife.
"You've got to be kidding me," she snorted derisively, "after the week I've had, you've got no chance buddy."
She rolled away from him, turning her back so as to fend off the hand that had crept up to touch her boobs.
"Come on babe, it's been weeks ..."
"No Scott ... I mean it ... NO," she said as this time she swatted away the hand that she'd allowed onto her boob but which had come too close to her nipple, "I'm really tired. Just go to sleep."
"Fat chance of that!" he retorted as the sound of their next door neighbor's bed thudding up against the wall grew in intensity and the wailing of the female reached new heights of operatic loudness.
Scott turned over to lay on his back as he listened to the sound of their new neighbor fucking his latest guest. Every weekend since he'd moved in they could hear him having sex. Every weekend ... without fail. And it was very loud. It sure sounded to Scott like the ladies enjoyed his dick so he'd come to the very male assumption that his neighbor must be well endowed. He'd certainly never heard his wife grunting and panting so intensely like that when they had sex. And it wasn't an isolated occurrence. It was every single one that had loud, mind blowing and seemingly never ending orgasms.
As the grunting and groaning intensified next door so his cock, which had been semi flaccid began to grow. He resisted the urge to touch himself knowing that Brooke would know instantly he was masturbating even though she already seemed to have gone back to sleep.
"You're going to have to speak to him again Scott," Brooke said quietly from beneath the covers. 'So she wasn't asleep yet' thought Scott as he willed his erection to deflate. He sighed to himself. Speak to him again she said. He couldn't wait. The last time their neighbor had just rudely laughed in his face.
It hadn't always been like this. Scott and Brooke had been living in this apartment complex for three years. It had probably been very nice when it was built but now it was definitely showing it's age. When they had moved in most of the tenants were elderly but over the course of time many had either moved into old people's homes or died to be replaced with an ever increasing younger element.
Of course there was nothing wrong with that but Scott and Brooke had become used to the relative peace and quiet especially as their original neighbor's, Mr and Mrs Smithson made almost no noise at all. But then a few months ago they'd moved out and Chase Kramer had moved in.
Their new neighbor was a single guy in his mid thirties. They'd met him a few times but never really bonded. Certainly Scott and Chase were never going to be be buddies and over time Brooke had come to think of him as a narcissistic asshole.
She couldn't deny he was good looking and had a buff body but she wasn't too enamoured with his attitude towards women and her in particular. It was a fact that the first time she'd bumped into him in the hallway he'd come on to her. And then every time after that. It had made her increasingly hostile towards him and she'd come to the point of trying to avoid him at all costs.
The Reveal
"Yeah, I'll call you," Chase Kramer said as he ushered the stunning brunette out of the door. His partner from last night seemed reluctant to leave but he was already tired of her. Her voice, now that he was sober, really grated on his nerves. There was no denying that she'd been a good fuck, but he was wired in such a way that once he'd fucked his conquests he couldn't wait to get rid of them. How he wished he could wave a magic wand to make them instantly disappear!
He rudely closed the door on her and padded back towards his bedroom to tidy up and get showered and dressed. No sooner had he reached his bedroom than he heard the knocking on his apartment door. He tried to ignore it but to no avail.
"Fuck," he exhaled fiercely. He strode determinedly back to the door and flung it open fully expecting to see ... what was her name again? ... and was surprised to see his neighbor, Scott Byrum standing there.
"Howdy neighbor," he said as he peered around Scott to see if his busty wife Brooke was with him. To his disappointment she wasn't. He looked directly at Scott. "What can I do for you?" he asked.
Scott looked at Chase who was naked from the waist up. Even though Scott had no interest in men he still thought Chase looked chiselled. No wonder he had so many female visitors. He wished he could have a body like that, not thinking that all he had to do was put some time in at the gym every day, as Chase did.
