Night Passions - Part 1
There it was again, the unmistakable sound of passion from next door. For the third time tonight the nocturnal silence was disturbed by rhythmic pounding and the rising pitch of female ecstasy. Their stamina alone, demanded respect. Gary’s mind went back to the first time he had heard this now routine noise.
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He had been disturbed from his sleep, not by sound, but by the movement of his wife beside him. Diane was sitting up in bed. In the semi-darkness he could see her head was turned towards the wall beside her. She noticed him awakening, and murmured to him “there they go again”.
“What?” he said, not properly awake and not sure what she was referring to.
“Doug and his latest girlfriend,” she said gesturing with her hand at the wall, “at it again. They have been banging away all night.”
He could hear a thudding noise, and once he had tuned-in, the unmistakable sound of a woman moaning insistently. “Go back to sleep” he said turning away from her, too tired to really care.
“I can’t!” She said, giving up her semi-whisper for normal speech. “Every time I am about to drift off they are at it again. This is the fourth time tonight!”
Gary reluctantly roused himself just enough to slake his thirst with his water on the night stand. “I’m sure they will be finished soon,” he said settling back down on his pillow.
“That’s just it. They seem to go on for ages, and each time I swear it takes longer.” She said, pounding her fist on the duvet. “I have never known anyone take so bloody long!” As she said this the woman’s voice screamed out louder than before.
“There, sounds like it is nearly over.” He said, snuggling down and beginning to drift off.
“Don’t you believe it,” she said with a dismissive snort. “Last time she came three times!”
“Lucky girl” he said half asleep.
“Don’t I bloody know it!” She said, poking him in the back with a finger and bringing him too again.
He twisted and slumped onto his back. “Honey I was just about to get back to sleep. There is no need for both of us to lie here awake.”
“Exactly!” She said, in a tone that rang alarm bells in his head. She was going to have one of her moans. “You just turn over and go to sleep.”
Gary was unsure how to respond, to this. He wasn’t sure if that was an accusation or a sarcastic instruction. He decided it was safer to stay quiet. Every now and again she would raise the subject of their sex life in these terms, and he had learned not to extend the debate by arguing.
“Doug isn’t a ‘Wham-Bam-Snore’ kind of guy,” she said, returning to her low mumbling tone as if talking to herself. But, loud enough to be heard.
He turned over and pretended to go to sleep, but now he found himself listening to the sounds of passion. He listened for another half an hour before falling asleep.
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Doug had moved into the semi-detached house next door a couple of weeks ago. He was a little younger than Diane, probably in his late twenties. Diane had confessed that he was a bit of a hunk when she first saw him. He was the kind of guy that looked after himself. A poly-gym in the garage next to his sports car. Thick hair and perfect white teeth. In other words, the kind of man girls swooned over and men found infuriating.
He had introduced himself as single, as if anyone had asked him about his availability, but he always seemed to have female company. At the weekend he was often seen with a different pretty girl on his arm, or besides him in his car.
Diane had always been a bit of a flirt, Gary considered it quite harmless, but she went out of her way to chat to him. Popping out for a quick natter over the fence if he was in the garden, or finding an excuse to fetch something from the car if he was out the front. Once he had made the mistake of telling her to ‘leave the poor lad alone to settle in’. She had taken great pains to explain how he would only seem a ‘lad’ to someone as old as Gary.
The age difference between him and Diane was only eight years, but once he turned forty, anyone would have thought he was aging faster. She never seemed to miss an opportunity to needle him about his age. Like her flirting, he took it all in good humour, but it was beginning to play on his mind. He found himself getting jealous of Diane when she was out chatting to Doug, and his instinct said he should go out and join in. Subtly assert himself by his presence. But, Doug was a man’s man, the kind of guy Gary always struggled to chat with. He would turn the subject to ‘yesterday’s game’ or the latest high performance car, and Gary would be forced to either bluff it out or admit he wasn’t into that kind of thing. No, instead he would peek out of the window and watch Diane gushing over him like a teenager and will her home.
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This evening as they listened to the renewed passion, Gary had another reason to curse Doug’s name.
Diane had made it clear that she wanted to have sex that evening, and had even taken the unusual step of preparing. While she was soaking in the bath the unmistakable sounds had started next door. Gary hoped she couldn’t hear them. Once Diane was in the bedroom and selecting a cute night dress from her draw, the sounds began again. They both acted as if nothing was happening, but a tension crept into proceedings. As he was undressing, all he could think about was Doug and his girlfriend. He worried Diane would compare Doug’s performance to his. He couldn’t help remembering her little dig at him the previous night. He tried to push it from his mind, and as he lay down beside her he focused on all the little things she liked. He nibbled her neck, lightly caressed her breasts, every little trick he had picked up over the eight years they had been married. He even went down on her first, something he loved doing anyway, he always savoured the taste of her arousal. By their own standards everything went well, even if it was all over well before the soundtrack was finished.
As they lay snuggled together in the glow of their shared passion, the unmistakable sounds of another round had drifted through the wall. Diane groaned and buried her head into Gary.
“Just ignore it,” he said placing his hand on her hair.
“I can’t ignore it. The sound gets into my head,” she said. “I can’t help it.”
“Of course you can, just think about something else,” he said brushing the hair from her face. He couldn’t help notice the way she seemed to be avoiding eye contact with him. “Are you embarrassed by it?”
“No! Well, not by the sound…” she trailed off. Her silence just allowed the sounds from next door to creep back into their consciousness. They were really going for it. He felt like he needed to say something to stop them just lying there listening.
“So what are you embarrassed about?” He asked.
“It… Oh I don’t know… It just gets to me,” she said uncertainly. And then, after another awkward silence she added, “it makes me horny”.
“Really? But we just…” It was his turn to trail off. He didn’t want to say anything that might provoke comparison. What they had just done together was nice. What was going on next door sounded earth-shattering.
“I know honey, and it was lovely, but sometimes afterwards I am still… Well, you know.” She said, clearly hesitant to say more.
A few years ago, this topic might have brought on another round of sex, but nowadays he just wanted to chill. He wasn’t sure how to respond. “Um… Do you usually still… You know?” He regretted asking, even before he could stop himself.
“Yes. Sorry.” She said hugging him. “It isn’t your fault, I am usually still keyed up afterwards. I am now, and that sound doesn’t help.”
He tried to get his head around her listening to the sounds of sex and feeling horny. Worse still, her still feeling horny after sex and him falling asleep. But he couldn’t help it, he was already feeling sleepy. Absentmindedly he said something that changed things between them forever. “Well you could always, you know… Do something.”
“That is the whole point, it feels wrong doing that while listening to Doug banging his girlfriend,” she said. The image instantly seared itself into his brain. Diane with her hands between her legs rubbing herself in time with Doug’s fucking.
“Do you?” He asked, his mouth suddenly dry. “You said ‘it feels wrong’ not ‘it would feel wrong’. Does that mean you have done that… you know… while listening?” He didn’t want to hear the answer, but part of him was getting turned on by the idea.
“Yes.” She whispered. She was blushing fiercely in the dim light of the bedside lamp. But her embarrassment wasn’t the first thing on his mind. He was getting an erection, and it was pushing against her leg. He wasn’t sure why the idea of her doing that excited him, but he was certain he didn’t want her to notice. He tried to shift his position but it only served to increase the friction against her smooth leg.
“You getting turned on by this!” She said, in a teasing accusation, clearly amused.
“Um, I guess. It’s probably just the idea of you doing that,” he admitted.
“Probably? Is it me playing with myself that turns you on, or me listening to Doug and his girlfriend while doing it?” As she asked this she moved her leg and took hold of his erection.
“Ah, a bit of both I guess,” he said, more focussed on her hand than the answer.
“Well that was my second option,” she said as if pointing out the obvious.
“Was it? I guess.”
“So you are getting horny thinking about me playing with myself listening to Doug.” She left that hanging as a statement, and it seemed to demand an answer.
“Yes,” he offered tentatively.
“Why?”
“Because you fancy him.” He said, almost as a question. But he knew the answer.
“So you are turned on by me fantasising about him? By me imagining him fucking me instead of those girls of his.”
His erection was straining for release now. But she loosened her grip. He whimpered and she giggled at his reaction.
“You know, if I was fucking him we would still be at it now. Imagine that!”
He just squirmed in response.
“Imagine if that was me next door getting the fucking of my life.” She said letting go but continuing to study his reaction. “With you lying here listening.”
Gary groaned involuntarily, as her words hit home. Suddenly self-conscious he quickly tried to cover his response with a yawn but not before Diane burst into a fit of giggles.
“You find that arousing don’t you?” She said, as she calmed down.
“What? No!” He protested.
“Really,” she said turning on her side and snuggling into him. “You seem quite turned on considering you would usually be asleep by now.” Diane casually ran her hand up the inside of Gary’s thigh as she spoke.
“I am just not used to you talking like th….” He tailed off as her hand found his erection again.
“You like it though.” Diane was close to his ear now, half whispering seductively. Her hot breath only adding to his arousal. “Listen to her moans, she is one lucky girl isn’t she? Have you ever made me moan like that?” She began to stroke him before he could answer.
“Um. Sure,” he didn’t like this line of questioning. “You were moaning earlier.”
“I mean for so long. Listen to them, they have already been going longer than us, and this is the third time, just like last night.” Gary realised Diane must have heard them while she was in the bath.
“Jealousy doesn’t become you.” He said forcing a laugh to hide his own jealousy. He had never performed like that in bed. Until now he imagined such feats were confined to the unrealistic world of pornography.
“You are right. I am jealous as hell.” She said gripping his erection tightly and increasing her tempo. “I want him to fuck me like that.”
This time, as he groaned he couldn’t hide his arousal. He twitched and pressed involuntarily against her moving hand.
“It would be so hot. He is clearly great in the sack, don’t you think?” She said gently massaging his arousal as much with her voice as with her firm hand.
“I guess.” He couldn’t deny the obvious prowess on display as the girl in the next room grew louder.
“I knew you would find the idea hot,” she said, “maybe I should let him.”
“Sorry what?” He asked not understanding how she had jumped to that. He was finding it hard to concentrate, her hand was slick with his leaking passion. Her hand felt so good.
“Well, we both find the idea hot, and he is always flirting with me.” Her voice was barely a whisper now, her words punctuated by her unsteady breath. Gary realised Diane’s other hand was between her own legs.
“H-he is bound… to ask me soon…,” she struggled to continue. Pushing her body against his and trapping her hand to increase the pressure between her legs. Garry began to gasp as she convulsed against him. “I c-an tell by the way… ugh.. by the way he l-looks at me.” The sounds from next door seemed louder than ever.
“Oh God!” Gary exclaimed gutturally as they both shuddered to a climax.