I’m just a little disappointed cause I thought this thread was about neighbors fucking. When I first got married we lived in an apartment for about 5 months.
The bedroom for the neighbor at the end of the hall shared a wall with our living room. I think the bed was actually situated behind our couch. Now the walls had no insulation whatsoever and we could literally HEAR EVERY WORD THEY WERE SAYING while they were getting it on. My husband and I were embarrassed to tears by their loud and raucous lovemaking and we were newlyweds. I take that back, loud and raucus might have been a little exciting. Their lovemaking was just embarrassing.
The dialogue was straight out of a bad movie i.e.
He: does my baby like it like this?
She: oh yes daddy, your baby loves it like that
He: does my baby like what daddy’s got right here?
She: Oh yes, daddy your baby loves what daddy’s got there
He: Does my baby like it hot?
She: Oh yes daddy, your baby likes it hot.
:shiver: Oh god it was so bad and went on for minutes before ending up with the headboard banging against the common wall with she screaming OH YES DADDY over and over.
One day we passed each other in the hall. My hubby turned to me and said (way too loudly) “does daddy’s baby have the key”. Of course I answered “oh yes daddy, your baby has the key and it is hard and ready” Hubby queried " is it ready for this keyhole baby?’ I replied “oh yes daddy this hard key is ready for that tight keyhole”
The other couple looked at each other and I could hear her say under her breath. “Did you hear them? I dunno but I think they might have overheard us”
You think? It worked fairly well. At least they moved the bed away from that wall. I was so glad to move from that place.
They had parties on weeknights between 1:00am and 3:00 am. He often beat her, and accused her of cheating on him. This would wake me up many a night. I called the police twice, once they did not bother to come out, the other time they were kind enough to apparently tell him which neighbor called the cops - he came knocking on my door as soon as the police left. One of their last fights woke me not with him beating her as usual, but this time him begging her to kill him - as it was 1:00 am and I have to go to work at 7:00 am, I was willing to kill him if she wouldn’t. My only recourse after that was to repeatedly complain to the Apt. Manager, as did many other neighbors. Much to my delight, one day I came home for lunch & found the SWAT team looking for Mr. Wonderful. Not too long after they were evicted due to the many noise complaints. The most beautiful sight in the world was the U-Haul outside their apartment…