It wasn't unpleasant, not unpleasant at all. Yes, they made a lot of noise on the other side of the shared bedroom wall and, yes, they would wake Tom up at various hours of the night but how do you complain about a couple fucking their brains out? If he could have switched places with Alex and taken over the responsibilities of fucking Dani, he would have in a heartbeat.
That headboard of theirs got a solid workout banging against the wall and Dani's very loud and vocal exuberance sent his vivid imagination into high gear. Every time Tom got annoyed he ended up getting aroused and jerking off to Dani's screams of pleasure, dreaming of what they were doing.
Alex and Danielle were in their energetic 20's and Tom was 60 and just divorced so the wall noise was, at times, a welcome sound memory although a bit torturous because he was mostly alone. He laid there wishing it was his turn to nail that deep dark brown eyed, hot brunette, Dani.
The three of them passed each other often and it was all Tom could do to refrain from saying something sexually inappropriate to Dani so he really worked on his small talk skills. Challenging things like, "Hi" and "How are you?" Rather than what he was thinking like, "Wow, I heard you fucking last night. I bet that pussy got quite a workout. And how's Alex?"
Okay, bad joke but it was one of those situations where you either embrace with the proper empathy or complain to management with no sympathy. Tom, looking at it like a stimulant, vicariously jerked off to their bliss. They might wake him at 3am but he got a reward.
A typical morning in the apartment backyard:
"Hey, Dani! How are you?"
"Great, Tom, how are you?
Why did he even ask? Look at this girl. She looked amazing. he would have stood in line just to get a glimpse of her rocking bod on the way to the communal pool. She was off to work but one morning, on his way back into the apartment, he ran into Alex in his robe letting the dog out to sully the yard. Alex took the usual tour of niceties and then he mentioned Tom's ex-wife. "So sorry that Janet left."
"Ya," Tom said, "sometimes it doesn't matter how long you've known someone, when it fails it fails. Sleeping alone was fine for the first week but then I missed her. You're lucky you've got Dani."
"Yes, oh yes, she's great, a special girl. Say, Tom, I know you're really feeling it with Janet gone. Well, Dani and I were talking and...we...well there's something we want to do that...maybe you could..."
At that moment the phone went off in Alex's robe pocket. "Sorry, gotta take this. We'll talk." Alex, onto another conversation, grabbed the dog and ran back inside.
Tom was curious about what he was getting at. It sounded like he and Dani had talked about him. He hated that his mind would wander all over the place trying to guess what Alex was going to say. He always considered that wasted time. Fucking cell phones, he thought. You can't even have a face to face conversation for two minutes without being interrupted. Then he admitted to himself he was having an old guy moment.
He was also horny as hell. Every time he encountered Dani, his mind went numb and his dick went to half mast, just waiting for her to say something inadvertently sexy so he could imagine a scenario where she might be seduced. It wasn't like he didn't have something to offer. He kept himself in good shape, he was reasonably handsome (a friend once said he had 'craggy good looks' whatever that meant). He was never without a relationship, knew how to please a woman and had just enough fetishes to keep things interesting. He believed that even the biggest prude had fetishes whether they were aware of them or not. Janet liked the basement and he wanted to believe that Dani might too except that Dani was someone else's wife.
***
Alex and Dani talked again that night about Tom and their concern for his loneliness. "I know what you're suggesting but don't be ridiculous," Dani said.
"But, Dani, you agreed we'd try it to have the experience and in this case we'd be helping our less fortunate neighbor at the same time...sort of a humanitarian effort."
"Why are you so eager to have me do this? I'm your wife! We have sex all the time and do whatever you want whenever you want. Are you unsatisfied? Has the shine worn off the new car?"
"No, not at all, I just think it would be so hot to watch you take another man's cock and from what I see Tom would love to do it. You see the way he is around you?"
"Ya, I see it."
"And look at it this way, our apartment connects to his, so basically it's in-house! He gets to have sex with my girl, you get the excitement of a new lover and I get my rocks off watching. I get excited just thinking about it."
"What if he doesn't want you to watch?"
"It really doesn't matter because you'll tell me every last detail when you come home. Isn't that true?"
"Yes"
"I know," and he drew her close to him, "you want to do this, right? And you know how much I want you to do it, right?"
"Yes"
"Nothing changes the love between us, it's just sex. Are you my girl?"
"Yes," she said, starting to giggle.
"Then get on your knees and lick my balls and then I'll eat that glorious pussy of yours."
That night Alex rode Dani so hard the headboard slammed repeatedly into the wall, neither of them giving thought to waking up the neighbor. Tom, on the receiving end, did what he always did; grab his dick and jerk it, picturing it was him penetrating the neighbor's wife.
On that night when Dani loudly orgasmed, so did Tom and the two of them held onto the delicious high as long as possible.
The next morning Tom saw Dani through the back window on her way to work. Leaping into action he wanted to say something, anything just to talk to her. Throwing the door open he called to her, "Hey, Dani! Have a good day!"
She waved back, "You too!" and kept going to avoid being late. It was a pretty banal exchange but he needed something, the sound of her voice, to go with the fantasy. He went back in, sat on the sofa, closed his eyes and imagined zipping her out of the yellow sundress she was wearing...
Ten minutes later Tom got a knock at the back door. "Shit," he cursed as he scrambled to wipe up the cum on his pants. Peaking through the blinds he saw Alex, still in his robe. "Hey, Tom, before I get ready for work I was wondering if I could talk to you for a second."
"Sure, Alex, c'mon in," he said, keeping one hand strategically over the wet spot. They sat at the kitchen table. "What can I do for you?"
"Well, this is a little awkward but I have a proposition that I think you might like. It involves...." Alex's cell started ringing again but he shut the ringer off and slipped it back in his pocket.
"I've sensed," said a regrouping Alex, "I've sensed that you like Dani."
"Of course," Tom said, uncomfortable, wondering if his deepest thoughts had been stolen, "she's a great girl. Both of you are wonderful neighbors."
"Thanks, but I'm pretty sure that Dani has your attention. Don't feel weird because she gets a lot of attention from men wherever we are. She's hot and everybody knows it."
Tom was frozen, feeling the footing of this conversation was a little unstable.
"It turns me on," Alex continued, "that men are fantasizing about her. They're dreaming up all kinds of naughty things to do with my wife."
"You're not mad?"
