Incredible Night

What was your most incredible night or day of sex? What made it so fantastic? This is mine, four years ago.

When I bought my duplex in the suburbs of Minneapolis, it meant I was here to stay for a while and I was really happy about it. A young married couple in their early twenties was renting the other part of the duplex.

I had just turned thirty-two and I already felt like I was a generation ahead of them. I had a small party to get to know the neighbors and twenty or so people showed up. Most had kids, and it appeared that everyone was on the young side, mostly twenty to forty. I found the married couple; living next to me was already having marital problems. The ‘girl’ in their partnership was a total bitch. Her name was Teresa, a pretty redhead with long legs and a really nice ass. Her husband, Albert or ‘Big Al’ as the neighbors called him, was a real nice guy, and pleasant to look at. He stood around six foot one, had wavy jet-black hair and a nice build. As soon as Al complimented me on my looks, Teresa was all over him and acting as though I were a danger to their happy little marriage. I would soon find out why Teresa was such a bitch.

The walls to this duplex were pretty thin as I could faintly hear those two yelling at each other on bad nights, or making love on the good ones. I knew our bedrooms were straight next to each other’s. Teresa worked at a local hospital as an administrator’s assistant on a nine to five, and she wore the hottest fashions. Al worked a swing shift in a manufacturing facility. After a month of living there, I became aware of Teresa’s infidelity. Every time Al was working the graveyard shift on Saturday night, I could hear Teresa was having company over. And the so-called company was fucking the shit out of her. He was either very good or very hung, or maybe both. She was definitely louder with this mystery guy than she was with her husband, Al.

I let this go on for a couple of months until Al asked if there was something going on when he was working the graveyard shift. I knew he was scared to hear the truth but I had an idea.

I suggested on the next graveyard Saturday night shift, that Al use a vacation day, not telling Teresa about it, and hiding at my place.