I’m guessing since the dawn of time, the act of secretly, or even not so secretly, watching another couple have sex has been one of the great erotic ‘kinks’ for many people. I’m sure there are many people who will see it as some sort of violation of privacy or intrusion into a private act, portraying the voyeurs as deviants; in some cases this may be justified. However, voyeurism is certainly not always one sided. Indeed, many couples get off being watched as much as, if not more so, than the voyeurs get off doing the watching. But observing a couple fuck is one thing, listening to them without seeing them is something else altogether. I don’t even know if it has a name, this aural voyeurism.

But here we were in our post-coital state, enticed by the noises from our hotel room neighbours as they engaged in a bout of late afternoon sex.

I had a feeling my suggestion of getting dressed and heading down to dinner would not be met with the same enthusiasm had nobody been next door.

My wife’s face lit up with a mischievous smile, as she lay back down on the bed.

“Not just yet” she purred opening her legs, “Let’s enjoy the show first.”

I moved over to join her, fully aware I had nothing left to give this soon after. My wife didn’t care, she was just still in the moment, awash with post orgasmic bliss; the soundtrack of fucking from next door keeping her there rather than the normal drudgery of post shag showering or dressing which we normally do.

As I sat there, propped up on the bed, I watched my wife closely. She had shut her eyes now, a strange look on her face; a sort of cross between concentration and relaxation as she listened to the noises passing through the wall and no doubt, conjuring up some mental visuals to accompany them in her head. Her breasts rose and fell as she breathed and her pussy, still swollen and red, glistened in the room’s natural light. 

Through the banging of our neighbour’s headboard and the muffled grunts and groans we could hear snatches of dialogue; “fuck me harder”, “stretch my cunt with your big cock” and “deeper baby” were obviously go-to phrases for this couple, as the lady repeated them a fair few times as her lover pounded her into the bed. I suppose I would describe their pace as ‘frantic’. I certainly could not have kept up fucking my wife at that speed for as long as this pair did.

This was a weird sensation I have to admit. Listening to a couple have sex was very erotic, especially when you have absolutely no idea who they are, or what they look like. The lack of visual information seems to heighten your senses. Even though my cock was limp and my balls empty, my mind was aroused, and the fact that my wife was now resting her hand on her mound, I knew she was too.

Because I was so lost in my own sexual reverie earlier, I had no idea when our neighbours started their own fucking, but even if they had only just started when we stopped, the man was some stud maintaining this tempo for even this long. 

Like a lot of men I suspect, straight after sex, my body has a massive chemical change, and my sexual desire vanishes almost instantly. But these last few minutes of just sitting there, listening to these unknown entities rutting like animals, started the shift in my brain chemistry back towards sexual horniness. 

For my wife, this seemed to just be one big state of elevated arousal, peaking in a few orgasms earlier, but never dropping back to ‘normal’, just bubbling along in anticipation of being brought to the boil again. As she gently glided the finger tip of her middle finger along the ridge of her labia she let out an almost imperceptible moan, unlike the woman (whom I considered was performing just for us), who was now screaming that she was ‘cumming’ and that her ‘bastard should fuck her harder’ and ‘spunk deep insider her’.

The frantic banging of the headboard was replaced by three single thuds with a regular gap between them of a few seconds and the vocal cacophony of grunts and moans that almost always accompany the climax of such a performance.

My wife opened her eyes and smiled again.

“That was hot” she said, sitting up. “Puts me in the mood for some more later tonight if you’re up for it?”

Actually, she was right. That whole thing was incredibly horny, and in my mind, I was sure I’d be able to fuck again tonight. 

“I’ll need to refuel first” I laughed getting up with her.

“Now, shall we get dressed and go and have some dinner?”