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They're Doing It Again...

Every morning. Every night. I bet you'd think that at least the weekends would be a bit less crowded with that particular activity, with things to do and people to see but no. They must spend at least half the day together, and the other half... together. And now right now, they're doing it again.

It's five-thirty-eight in the morning. I went to bed just after they'd finished their last round just before midnight, and now I'm waking up to those damnably cute giggles starting all over again as he wakes up. The marmalade coated cat laughs at his own merriment as he starts to wake up his wife; not something I'd personally risk doing if my wife was a sergal almost two feet taller and easily twice as strong as myself. But he isn't afraid. He isn't embarrassed to be waking her up for the reason he is. Because he knows... just like I've come to know, she'd be angry at him for not waking her up. For not giving them the chance to indulge in one another for the best part of an hour before getting up and ready for work.

Through the thin wall that divides our apartments, I hear the bedsprings creak as she stretches, and a deep growl rumble through both our bedrooms. Then there's a louder creaking of springs as she rolls over, and another burst of laughter from him that trails off into a breathy whimper of excitement.

"Joseph? It's not... not a dream...?"

I can't help but smile as I hear that whisper from her to him. Those words she speaks almost every morning, each time filled with such wonder and delight. I don't know what brought them here. I don't know what past they shared to make them the way they are. But never in my life have I known someone to be so enraptured by the simple knowledge that their life was real. That what they had gone to bed knowing the night before was every bit as true the following morning.

"No. No, sweet thing, it's not a dream. You're my wife. I'm your husband. A-and we're... we're... o-oh god... Taly..."

Again I hear the bed groaning under the motion of the couple, and a moment later I hear the first dull thud of the headboard rocking back against the wall, against me and my bed. Beneath my own bedsheets, I feel something stirring. Goddammit. Again? Why can't I just leave these people in peace. Why can't I just go through to the living room, turn on the TV, and make myself an early breakfast? Why is my body acting like it knows what's about to happen. Like it knows I'm going to stay. To listen.

I can't know for sure of course, but I'm fairly certain of what's happening as I hear the two lovers murmuring and gasping as they shuffle around on their old, rather rickety bed. Sometimes Joseph is on top, but particularly in the mornings of the days when she wakes up with the joyous realisation that she is married to the man she adores, it's the sergal who takes control. She rises up from where she's been sleeping. She straddles her husband, and with her torso leaning down over his own, she slips his seemingly ever ready hard-on into her warm, eager depths.

I hear them kissing as the bed starts to rock and bump gently against their bedroom wall upon its rather wobbly legs. That's how I know she's leaning down over him, not riding him cowgirl style. I swear, I'm not trying to figure out these things, but after you've heard it day after day... it's like I can see them, like I'm watching, rather than just listening.

Under my own bedding, a hand's on my cock. Squeezing. Stroking. I'm masturbating as I listen to these sweet newlyweds make love. My eyes are closed, and like it or not my ears are perked, fixated on gathering every little detail through the thin plasterboard wall that separates our lives, our beating hearts, and our rising passions. I squeeze myself in time with the male's ragged moans, imagining that each one is spawned by Taly either rocking her hips against him, or the simple squeezing of her inner workings around his erection. I find myself wondering how it feels... how she feels. I wonder if their eyes are open as they kiss. If they're looking at one another with hungry longing, or tender adoration as they feel pleasure surging back and forth between them.

Little by little, though their actions remain gentle and intimate, the pace of their love-making quickens. They become louder and more expressive in their moans and gasps of pleasure, and speak to one another as they fuck. What they say isn't the usual sweet nothings of mid-coital romance though. It's far more cosy, far more intimate than that. They talk about their day. They plan what they're going to do together. They're so eager to plan the next adventure they're going to share, they're willing to do so during this one.

"W-will you be able to get your lunch break today?"

"I'll make time, sweet thing. For you... I'll always make the time."

The trembling of their voices as they chat and fuck all at once isn't the only thing that drives my hand faster upon my own erection. It's knowing what they're talking about. Knowing precisely what it is these two amorous exhibitionists are planning.

"Ohh... Joseph... s-so, I'll bring the car to the usual spot? T-top floor of the parking garage?"

The cat moaned happily, and though he didn't answer, I'm sure he nodded. I can hear them kissing again, now. The creaking of the bed beneath them is getting faster, too. She's excited. They both are. Not just because they're together right now, but because they know that in just six or so hours time, they'll be in their car together. Locked away within whatever parking structure they were speaking about near Joseph's place of work. Probably doing exactly what they're doing right now.

I can't deny it, I wish I could be there to see that. To actually see it, I mean. To look in through the steamy windows of the car and see them lying down together across the back seats, or maybe in the passenger side at the front, Taly riding Joseph like she is right now. Would they keep their clothes on, or would they get naked right there in public just to feel their flesh and fur against one another? Would they keep quiet, or have they found a spot where they can let themselves loose; cries echoing out of the car but no-one else present to hear them?

Before I could dwell on that thought for too long, I found myself drawn back to the present by a louder cry from Taly. An urgent, pleading wail of pleasure that I'd heard on several occasions before, but still didn't know exactly what was responsible. What I did know of course was that it meant it wasn't going to be long now before the sergal climaxed. I don't think more than thirty seconds had passed after Joseph started doing... whatever it was he was doing to his wife on any occasion before she came. And as the hammering of their headboard against my wall began to pick up in both pace and the force of each impact, and the two lovers cries became unrestrained and fevered, I knew I was right.

Like them, I let loose. I start stroking myself shamelessly, my back arching and my toes curling down into the mattress beneath me as I race them towards their peak. With my free hand I toss the sheets aside. The dark bedroom air is still fairly cool, but that only adds to the excitement as my naked body trembles in imminent anticipation of what's about to happen.

My ears twitch, and a violent tremor runs down my spine as I hear Joseph mewling happily. Is he cumming? Is he about to cum? Can he feel hot juices gushing down around his cock as it's milked by his sergal bride, her own body trembling upon the brink of ecstasy?

Neither of the couple cry out any words as they climax. That just isn't their style. A single sonorous peal of shrieking ecstasy is all I hear to signal Taly's orgasm, followed by a strangled cry from Joseph just a moment later. The headboard stops hammering against my bedroom wall, and everything goes oddly quiet as they hunker down together, only soft whimpers and desperate, giddy gasps escaping them as they ride out their orgasm together. In my mind's eye, I can see them clear as day. Staring into each other's eyes, overwhelmed and overjoyed as the cat's hot cum pours into Taly's body and her orgasmic juices flood out over his crotch. I can see every twitch of their bodies as they spasm and writhe together. Every flushed flicker of bashful indulgence upon their faces as they revel in how good it feels to be with the person they love.

"_Aaa- ahhhhhhfuckyessss _!"

I cum. I thrust my hips sharply upward, fucking the paw wrapped around my rigid cock with a few final, frantic strokes, and watch through half-lidded and blurry eyes as thick strings of my seed begin to rain down upon me. I pump my throbbing cock urgently, roaring and gasping in breathless cycles of euphoria, and all the while I think of nothing but them. The ones who keep me up at night. The ones who drive me mad with excitement again and again and again. The ones responsible for every orgasm I've had this past fortnight.

And of course, the ones who just heard me. Who just listened to my almighty orgasmic roar, as I lost control in a way they never seem to.

In the wake of our peaks, we lie in our separate apartments in our separate rooms, panting, gasping and whimpering, red faced with embarrassment.

We tell ourselves it'll never happen again. I say to myself that I'll never allow myself to masturbate to the sound of them making love. They tell themselves they'll never make love when I could be listening in.

But... we all know we're lying. We know, because this isn't the first time. Nor the second. Nor even the third. Practically once a day ever since this bizarre situation began on the day they moved in, I've given myself away with my uncontrolled orgasmic roars. And yet still they share a bed against the same wall I do. Still they choose to engage in not only passionate, but intensely regular intimacy where they know I can hear them.

And today... today, things take a step further forward as we all lie there, blushing and trembling. Shamed and spent.

A voice rings out. Weak. Trembling nervously. Taly's voice.

"G-good... good morning, Soul."

My eyes bulge, and through the thin wall I hear a muffled snort of laughter, followed by an urgent, mirthful whisper from Joseph.

"Oh my god, Taly... did you just... did you really just... oh my god."

They fall silent, and await my response. I open my muzzle, my brain still reeling from the knowledge that they know my name. That they remember it from our brief hallway interaction on the day they moved in, prior to all the fucking.

I try to speak back to them, and to my shock... my amazement, I succeed.

"M-morning."

Mere moments later, Taly's voice calls out softly to me once more.

"I hope we... um... d-didn't wake you."

I hear Joseph fighting back howls of raucous laughter at his wife's so calm, collected and polite method of talking with the neighbour who has been voyeuristically listening to their sexual liaisons for the past fortnight, and can't help but chuckle myself.

"You did. But please, don't worry about it."

I pause for a moment, my already reddened cheeks burning crimson as I wonder if I have the nerve to say what's hanging on the tip of my tongue.

Mere moments later, I find out the answer.

"You two are the best alarm clock I could ask for."

By Jeeves

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