Quite the contrary.
I do it quite a lot. Of course, it’s less fun doing it on your own.
See post 19 
Wherever I live, it seems that I have an amorous couple near me. Yes, it bothers me. But really just because it always seems to happen when I want to sleep. And yes there is some jealousy when I’m lying there alone hearing others enjoy themselves. But I still don’t want to bother them because hey, they’re just doing what every couple does.
I’ve had to listen to room mates going at it and have heard way more than I wanted on occasion. The sound of spanking carries quite far. As does the phrase, “Oh yes, you’re my goddess!” Especially when your gaming friends are over and everyone is friends with the couple in other room.
One thing the OP might consider is to cheer the lovers on. He could shout out helpful phrases like “Yeah! Give it to her good!” or “Hey! Stay in view.”
This kind of thing happened to friends of ours. They could hear the upstairs neighbors goin’ at it, bed squeaks and floor shakes and all, then they heard the clear and distinct phrase:
Yippeee-ti-yi-Yay!
We can still get a laugh out of them, or each other, with this phrase.
Never used it ourselves in the throes of passion, though. I have to admit I’m curious about what inspired that bit of cowboy exclamation.
If you’re feeling really evil (and if your neighbor’s not armed), shout out “Hey, do ______ to her. She really liked when I did that.”
Or as they sang in the show Avenue Q: “You can be as loud as the hell you want when you’re makin’ love!”
A while ago, some friends gave us a baby bouncer as a present for our little girl. One of those sprung affairs that clips onto a door frame. The sprog loved it. We’d set it up in a double door that separated the dining room from the living room, and she’d happily bounce away for hours, boing, boing, boing, boing, boing.
A few weeks of this later, our downstairs neighbour approached me, and very diplomatically asked if we could keep the noise down a bit. He seemed very embarrassed, and said he didn’t want to be a killjoy, but having it go on and on was getting a bit distracting. I couldn’t work out why he was so worried about asking. It actually took me a good couple of hours before I twigged just how he’d put 2 and 2 together to reach 5.
The next time they were round for a cup of tea, I made a point of putting sprogsville in her bouncer. I could actually see the moment when they recognised the noises, and made the connection.
Gary, you too are a diplomat.
You could have put sprogsville in the bouncer, started her off, left the wife there to keep the boing boing going at a suitable frequency and gone downstairs to borrow a cup of sugar.
I lived below a couple that would go at it every single morning at 5:30. I could actually hear the alarm clock go off, (it was a really loud old-fashioned bell model), and about a minute later the squeaking would start.
My girlfriend at the time (current wife) bought a little bottle of WD-40 and wrote a very nice note asking them to please lubricate their bed, and left it outside their door. (Actually this little incident is one of the reasons she was promoted from girlfriend to wife! 
) The squeaking stopped immediately, although on some days when apparently things were going well the bed would still bang against the wall.
When we lived in an apartment there was a couple above us who went at it with gusto. Ok, so it happens.
However, one particular night one of our cats – still then a kitten – had been scared by something else, jumped on top of the bed and settled squarely on my chest. I managed to calm down her frightened kitty screams to where her purring meant I could go back to sleep, with her still on my chest.
Then the folks upstairs decided now would be a good time.
Squeak, squeak. Squeak, squeak. Bump. Squeak, squeak. Squeak, squeak. Bump. …
The bed squeaks and occasional wall bangs did not scare little kitty, although even in the dark I could see she was looking up.
Then it happened …
Squeak, squeak. Squeak, squeak. Bump. Squeak, squeak. Squeak, BANG!!
Apparently somebody upstairs fell off the bed hard and landed on the floor.
However, poor little kitty was so startled by the noise, she screamed, did an abrupt 180 and flew off the bed, out of the bedroom and bounded down the hallway, probably to hide behind the couch in the living room the rest of the night.
It took more than a few weeks for the clawed circular skidmarks on my chest to heal.
The apartment we had before moving to LA had similiar problems. On one side was a woman who had a kareoke machine, which she greatly enjoyed using at about 2 in the morning. Even worse, she was horrible. We called the police about them several times.
On the other side was a couple who enjoyed very robust and noisy sex. That wouldn’t have been quite so bad except their bed was up against our common wall so most of what we heard was the BOOM BOOM BOOM of the headboard slamming up against the wall.
I’m really glad we have quiet neighbors now.
What do they do, negotiate between the two parties? Do they pound in a heavy handed satisfactory manner on her door to be heard over the noise? I should think they really hate to make that kind of visit.
It wasn’t just her horrid singing voice (though that was reason enough!) They were just overall very bad neighbors and we weren’t the only ones to call in reports about them.
The sex couple on the other side we didn’t report, cause it didn’t last nearly as long and they were overall decent neighbors. If they would have moved their bed to the other wall it would have been fine.
I am blessed in that my neighbors are all very old, or very young, so I don’t hear the squeeky squeeky, like, ever. My GF, who lives down the hall, is not so lucky. She gets it from both sides.
One night when we were laying in bed, we heard the woman next door going at with with her man friend. She was a real screamer. My GF was pretty convinced that she was being beaten. To me it was obvious that she was just getting pounded.
“Oh my God, do you think she’s alright?”
Yeah, she sounds like she’s in no pain.
“Maybe we should go over and help her!”
Sounds to me like she’s getting all the help she needs.
Read between the lines! Your GF was inviting you for a session of group sex. Geez, do I gotta spell everything out for you?
Hey, sometimes you just want to roll over and go to sleep, you know?
Used to live in an apartment in SF with neighbours upstairs who went at it every night at around 1 am… for months…
Their bed was making so much noise on the floor that it sounded like a train going past… We’d hear that for about an hour, then a woman moaning loudly… and eventually the guy “finishing”. By that point we were wide awake every night… Getting more and more fed up with every passing night.
When they first moved in, they had given us their phone number “in case their music was too loud”… After a few weeks of very little sleep, I couldn’t stand it any more, and picked up the phone and called them in the middle of the noise and yelled, “are you going to shoot soon? We need to sleep!”
Needless to say, we were all too embarassed to actually ever mention the call ever again… I actually don’t remember if their noise continued every night or not… But it did get us to buy a house very soon afterwards - before prices went crazy in San Fran… and sold it for an amazing profit later!
So, my financial success is due to the guy and his girlfriend upstairs schtupping loudly every night!
My upstairs neighbor moved in and the next day I heard the weirdest sex noises coming from his apartment I have ever heard. Something like, “thumpa-thumpa-bonk-bonk-bonk…wop…wop…wop…bip-bip-bip-bip-bip-thumpa” It had no rhythm or pattern or anything and I eventually figured out he was having sex or masturbating or something because I banged on the ceiling with a broom an hour and half into it and it stopped almost instantly and he has not ever made eye contact with me since that day. I want to buy him a metronome.
Depends on what you consider lucky.
What is the feminine form of Pierre?