The Thrill of Sex Next Door (Author: Ant's Home)

Because of work, I went to L city for a three-month training program, the longest I've been away from home in the seven years since my marriage. My wife was reluctant to let me go, but I really wanted to. When I first arrived in L city, I was quite happy; no one was bothering me, and I could eat whenever I wanted. However, as time went on, I felt very lonely and missed my wife. I saw a hair salon on the street, but it didn't look like a legitimate business, so I went over and asked if they offered services. They said they only offered services using their hands, not the "doing it like that." I gave up,

since I was going to stay for three months, so I rented a place outside. The two houses next door were occupied by two young people; I guessed they weren't married yet and were working there. The man left early and came home late every day. These landlords, in order to attract more customers, seemed to want to fill the entire house; our small courtyard had a whopping twelve rooms. My room was the main room, which had four rooms. The roof of the tiled house was ridged, and although the rooms were separated by walls, the walls didn't reach the ceiling; the roofs were covered with plastic sheeting. Although I couldn't see next door, I could hear clearly. This young couple made love frequently, so the sounds often reached my ears. I mainly listened for the woman's suppressed yet involuntary moans.
Sometimes I'd hear them washing first, then talking, then whispering, then silence. After a while, the woman's moans would return, and when the man's voice came out, it was over. Then they'd start whispering again. It wasn't always like this, but it was generally the same. Every time they started, the sounds were incredibly alert;
my ears were involuntarily drawn to them, unable to resist listening. Once those sounds came, the people in the other rooms would also fall silent, perhaps because they were all listening, or perhaps they didn't want to make any noise and disturb the couple. These sounds mostly occurred at night, occasionally in the morning. The woman's voice was interesting. At first, she resisted the man's advances, but after a while, when she fell silent, I wondered what the man was doing—was he caressing her? After a while, the woman began to moan softly, sometimes accompanied by heavy breathing.
I guessed the man had already penetrated her and was moving back and forth or up and down. Suddenly, the woman let out a loud "Oh!" The man had probably found the right spot. This sound immediately silenced her, and the moans stopped. A short while later, she began to moan involuntarily again. Listening to these sounds, I held my breath, my penis throbbing. But there was nothing I could do; I didn't dare go outside. I could only accompany them to their own devices. Sometimes I would watch porn or read erotic novels and then masturbate.
About a month later, I went home. My wife was on leave. When I got home, I talked with my wife and mother, but I couldn't sit still. My mother made an excuse and went downstairs. My wife and I immediately ran to the bedroom, and my wife quickly washed herself. I took off my clothes on the bed; I couldn't wait any longer. Absence makes the heart grow fonder, and we embraced and kissed. Then, we couldn't wait to touch each other's genitals.

My wife's vulva was incredibly wet, the wetest it had been since we got married, showing how much she wanted to make love. I pinned her down, aimed at her vaginal opening, and forcefully thrust my penis inside. My wife let out a long sigh of relief and closed her eyes to enjoy it. Her vagina was very slippery; I touched it, and her juices had even flowed down to her anus.
The downside was that it was too easy to go in and out; my penis didn't feel the grip. So, I pulled out, lay down on the bed, and had her sit on top. She readily accepted. Before, she was rather lazy and didn't move well on top, unable to find pleasure. This time, she put her energy to good use, moving back and forth, turning left and right, murmuring to me, "It's been so long since I've done this, so long." She wasn't moving vigorously enough, so I ended up cleaning up the mess. I don't remember exactly how it ended, but we were both exhausted.
The following month, she came to visit me in L city. I told her about the situation next door, but she didn't believe me, saying she couldn't hear it. That night, she came to my place and exclaimed that I lived like a beggar. That night, we slept at opposite ends of the bed. Before we could even make love, the sounds of lovemaking from the house two doors down came over. We both held our breath and listened intently. As usual, the woman's moans were clear in our ears. Finally, the man strained and made a sound.
I knew they were finished and said, "It's over." My wife said, "So fast." Their lovemaking usually lasted about five minutes, but my wife said, "That man's voice was so alluring." Damn it, she wasn't afraid of making me jealous. I touched her genitals; they were already soaking wet. I pulled down her pants, rubbed my penis against the outside a few times, and then thrust it into her vagina.
My wife was also very aroused. Her moans, which were usually quiet, were quite loud this time. I couldn't help but cover her mouth with my hand, but she kept moaning. Even after I let go, she continued to groan. I thought she might be influenced by the neighbors, or perhaps because she had left her hometown and no one she knew could hear her anymore, she had completely let loose. I was constantly bothered by the neighbors and felt resentful. I thought, "It's only a few minutes, is it worth making such a fuss, leaving my penis erect all day?" I wanted to make it last longer so they could hear.
I worked extra hard on my wife. Because the bed was small, we couldn't change positions, so we just kept doing it until I ejaculated. That day, we slept at one end of the bed. The bed was too small, making it difficult to turn over, and I didn't sleep well all night. The next day, we slept at opposite ends, still in the same position, and made love again. This position was a bit difficult. But my wife said she felt very comfortable. Later, after my studies ended and I returned home, I tried it twice more, but it felt so-so, and even a little awkward. Three days and two nights later, my wife went home.
After my wife left, I didn't hear any noises from next door for a long time; perhaps I was traumatized. I was secretly relieved, but who knew that a little over a week later they started making noise again. Those sounds were still coming. I tried to record it with my phone, but when I played it back, I couldn't hear anything. As time went on, I stopped feeling anything during their lovemaking; I wasn't as excited as I was the first time I heard it. Three months later, I went home and made love with my wife. Her genitals weren't as wet anymore; everything was back to normal.

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