She throws him on the bed

"Oh, Roger. You sure know how to rev up a girl up ..." A surprised male grunt is followed by a muffled thud and squeaking bedsprings. You think someone landed on the bed in which you recently were pounding Natalie's cunt. You hear a belt unbuckling and a zipper being pulled down. Roger moans.

You know that Natalie is wearing a skirt with no panties, since they are sitting in your pocket and she hasn’t had time to replace them. You wonder if she’ll give him a blow job or screw him like she screwed you, on top. The idea of listening to this wanton vixen fuck her husband just after you fucked her twice has your unit standing at attention.

You hear a slurp, and Roger moans again, saying, “Oh, Natty. Your mouth is the best!”

Roger stops talking for awhile, and all you hear are erotic moans, gasps, and slurps. You are so hard from imagining what is happening based on sound that you very carefully unzip your pants and whip out your cock. You rub up and down the shaft, spreading the precum around the head.

“Oh, my God! That feels so good. I’m gonna cum soon!” Roger exclaims.

You hear a louder slurp, and then Natalie says, “Your cock tastes so good, Roger. Cum in my mouth! I love your cum!” Then the wet sucking noises continue, and Roger groans very loud. He then starts moaning with the pitch and volume increasing.

“Fuck! Fuck! I’m cumming! Aaaaaaah!” Roger shouts. His moaning and gasping continues until you hear another wet mouth noise of what you imagine is Natalie cleaning off his cock one last time. You smother a moan as you cum and squirt on the backside of the closet door.

“Does that feel better, Honey?” asks Natalie.

“Oh, you are the best, Sweetheart! Now, let’s go eat sushi!” he replies. You hear him get off the bed and walk out of the room.

“I’ll be out in a minute, Sweetie! I gotta change my shirt. I dribbled a little on it,” your lover says as her husband leaves the room.

You hear a muffled reply from the other room. The closet door opens, and you shield your eyes from the light. Natalie enters the closet and kisses you hard on the lips, her tongue squeezing into your mouth. You can taste the remnants of Roger’s cum in her mouth. She breaks the kiss.

She whispers, “Now, wait five minutes before you leave. You have a passkey, don’t you?”

“Yeah,” you whisper back.

“Then just relock the door when you go. Can I give you a call on the intercom, if I have more trouble with my pipes?” she says with a grin.

“Anytime, Natalie. Anytime.”

She grabs a shirt hanging on a hanger on the bar. “Oh, and keep my thong as a present. I know you picked it up.” Then she kisses you again and leaves, pulling the shirt on her arms.

You wait for five minutes, quietly exit the closet, and leave the apartment. You lock the door on your way out.