“I think those people are having sex,”

My husband said to me.

“What people?”

“Our neighbors. Can’t you hear them?”

I’d been deep into a murder mystery, and I hadn’t been paying attention. Now, I closed my book and listened. Immediately, I realized Louis was right. Our neighbors were most definitely fucking. There were the groans, the telltale sighs.

“Have you met them yet?” Louis asked me.

I shook my head. These were new neighbors to our duplex. They’d moved in only a few days before, taking the place of a student who’d never made a peep. I’d seen the moving van pull up, but I’d been on my way to work. Our paths hadn’t crossed yet.

“I can’t believe how loud they are,” Louis said. For a moment, I thought he was annoyed. I wasn’t annoyed at all. The way the lady was moaning was turning me on. That’s when I realized he’d tented the sheet.

“God, they sound so sexy,” Louis whispered.

“You know what?” I queried.

“What, baby?”

“I think we can do better than that!”

Louis gave me a look of thrilled excitement. I set my mystery on the bedside table and whipped off my nightgown. I’d assumed he was too tired for sex. It had been a long week. Clearly, I’d miscalculated. From the look of his boner, he was more than ready to play. His hard-on told me all I needed to know. Once I was naked, he took off his own pajama bottoms. He hadn’t been wearing the top.

Our neighbors continued to hit the wall with their headboard. Louis raised his eyebrows at me. “It doesn’t have to be a contest,” I told him.

“Why not?”

Usually, we’re fairly quiet in bed. I don’t know why. That’s just how we’ve always been. But hearing the sounds of our nameless, faceless neighbors turned on something inside the two of us. Louis started by kissing his way down my body. He stroked my breasts, cupped them in his hands, kissed my nipples, just like he always does. But I began to moan. Not so loudly at first, but louder than I usually am. There was suddenly silence from next door. Were they done? Or were they listening to us?

We were quiet for a moment, too. Then Louis pinched my nipples, and I let out a loud moan. Louis gave me a pleased smile before continuing down my body. He got to my pussy and licked and lapped at my split. I had found a new wealth of noises within me. I sighed. I moaned. I even mewed, making a noise that reminded me of a cat in heat. Louis seemed delighted by the new, loud me. As soon as he was sure I was wet enough for him, he flipped me over and got into position behind me. I felt his cock stroke up and down my split. Then he said, “Are you ready?”

“Yes, Louis.”

“Be loud for me. Be louder than you ever have.”

I sucked in my breath. He plunged, and I cried out. This time, instead of being quiet on the other side of the wall, our new neighbors turned up their own volume. I almost giggled. This was so silly. People we’d never met were having sex inches away from us. There was only plaster and sheetrock separating us. And that thought had me all hot and bothered in a brand-new way.

“Don’t stop,” Louis begged as he fucked me.

“Well, how about you?” I whispered.

“What do you mean?”

“You can moan, too, you know.”

That seemed like something he hadn’t realized. As Louis began to pick up the pace, he started to sigh. It was a husky sound. A very masculine sound. I wanted more, and I told him so.

He drew in his breath. He put his hands on my waist. Then, as he began to slide in and out of me at the fastest pace yet, he started to talk. “Oh, fuck,” he said, “sweet Jesus, you feel so fucking good.”

My eyes were wide open. I wasn’t sure if our neighbors could hear him, but I most certainly had. This was Louis, my husband of seven years. In that whole time, he’d never talked dirty when we had sex, much less shouted out his pleasure. He continued with his string of naughty words. Each time he spoke, he got loudder and loudder.

Why had we never been noisy before? We’d praised each other in the way lovers do. “Your mouth feels so good. I love when you do that.” But this was a whole new arena for us.

“Keep talking,” I said. “Don’t stop!”

He did. Not only did he swear, he started to call me dirty names. I was transported by his wicked words. Was I really a filthy slut? I was his filthy slut, that was for sure. Why hadn’t I ever been his slut in the past?

“Say my name,” I insisted.

“Darlene.”

“Louder.”

“Darlene!” he hollered. That was more like it. Suddenly, I heard something new from next door. Instead of moans, there were words. What were they saying? I motioned for Louis to be quiet. For some reason, being quiet made us stop moving. We held entirely still, Louis’s cock still sealed to me. Then I heard the man shout, “Melanie!” and I understood. We’d heard them — well, they’d heard us. From that point in the night, it was game on. We each kept ramping up the volume as we fucked. I was glad that we lived in a duplex. Had we been in close proximity to any other neighbors, there might have been complaints.

We took turns making noises, echoing one another. I moved so I was on my back. Louis was rocking the bed so hard that our headboard was slamming into the wall, too. Then things got even sexier. Suddenly, I swore I heard the man next door shout “Darlene!”

I thought Louis would go off right then. His cheeks got pink, and then he said, “I’m going to come, baby. I can’t hold off any longer.”

Shouting out our bliss together, we reached a mutual “O.” From the sounds next door, our new neighbors did, too.

Louis and I collapsed against each other.

I wondered what would happen when we ran into them face to face.

Regardless, I was sure that our bedroom activities would never be quiet again.

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