My neighbors fuck like rabbits

This new condo I moved into after the divorce? Paper-thin walls. And my next-door neighbors, this ridiculously hot couple, they have zero respect. None. They go at it like rabbits, all night long. I’m talking headboard slamming against our shared wall, moans so loud it sounds like they’re in my damn living room. She screams, he grunts, and the whole thing is a symphony of raw, nasty fucking.

And the guy… fuck. He’s this tall, built beast of a man. I’ve seen him in the gym, all sweaty and focused, and let me just say, the rumors the walls tell are absolutely true. He’s got stamina. I lie in my bed, listening to her beg for more, and I fantasize about being the one under him. Or on top of him. I’m not picky.

But one night last week, they were especially savage. It was a Tuesday, for god’s sake. She was wailing his name, and he was just pounding away, this relentless, rhythmic slam that was shaking my fucking picture frames. I was so wet, so achingly turned on, I couldn’t think straight. I needed to be filled, stretched, ruined like she was getting ruined.

I couldn’t take it anymore. I stormed into my kitchen, yanked open the fridge, and grabbed the biggest, thickest cucumber I could find. I didn’t even bother to wash it; the coldness and the risk just added to the filth of it. I went back to my bed, right against the wall where I could hear them best, and I shoved my panties to the side.

I used my other hand to rub my clit, fast and hard, imagining it was his thumb, and I sank that cold, veggie cock deep inside me, fucking myself with it in time to their rhythm. I pictured it was him, that it was his thick, perfect dick stretching me open instead. The sounds from next door got louder, she was climaxing, and I came right along with her, a silent, desperate scream on my lips as I convulsed around that cucumber, my whole body shaking.

Now, whenever I see them in the elevator, I can’t stop smiling. He’s all polite, “How’s it going?” and all I can think about is the sound of his hips slamming into her, and how badly I need to find out what that feels like from the source. I’ve made it my personal mission to ride that beast of a neighbor before the summer’s over. He just doesn’t know it yet.