I've been living with my current roommate, Jim, for several months
now and we get along great. Jim is several years older than me, and I've
been learning a lot from him, not all of which is related to my studies. I'm
currently unattached, but Jim has a wild new girlfriend, Marsha, and they
have sex nearly constantly. Since we have a small apartment with thin
walls, the sounds of their sexual ecstasy nearly drove me crazy at first,
until I learned to share in their joy at least vicariously.

Each night after they came in from their date they would head for the
bedroom in an excited mood, sometimes pausing for some conversation, but
sometimes with hardly a nod in my direction. At first I thought this was
rude, but after a few trysts myself (when I got lucky) I understood when I
saw that special glint of lust in their eyes as they walked hand-in-hand to
Jim's room.

Gradually, I realized that listening to their lovemaking and using my
imagination was better, and cheaper, than reading the sex magazines I had
always jerked off to. If I was still up when they came in, usually pretty
late, I would retire to my room and get ready for bed as I listened to the
sound of their stripping and the many pauses when silence or maybe a low
moan was all there was to hear. In my mind I could imagine the kisses,
carresses, and lascivious touches that must be going on as they took their
already aroused bodies to new heights. I would settle in and grab my hard
cock, get my Eve's Pleasureskin Pussy and stroke it over my cock slowly and get really nasty and fix a ball spreader on my cock, as I heard the creaking bedsprings, sighs, and finally
the rythmic thrusting as they fucked one another's brains out. Marsha
almost always would cry out when she climaxed, and I would try to time
my own release with hers. I could tell, as I'm sure Jim could also, about
how close she was by the pitch and urgency of the little cries she made as
they worked their genitals together in the sweet urgency of lust.

But after I came, the sex sounds would continue unabated as Jim, with
self control I could only marvel at, would continue to fuck his lover to
several more climaxes until at last, with a groan of triumph, he would
release his pent up sperm and they would collapse (I could hear the final
groan of the abused bedsprings) in a sweaty, exhausted heap of satisfied
flesh. Often during this last phase they would change positions and my
imagination went wild trying to guess their configurations as I too got hard
again and continued to masturbate, sometimes with the pleasureskin pussy, sometimes with my ultimate jack off sleeve.  After an hour or more, we all three
would be spent and sleep soundly through the night.



This went on for a while, and as time went by I got to know Marsha
better and we became close enough to discuss personal matters. One day over
a few beers while Jim was working late, Marsha mentioned that she was sorry
that they had to bother me with their sexual activity at night, but they had
no other place to go and she hoped it wasn't too offensive for me. I
surprized myself by confessing that it was no bother at all, in fact I
enjoyed listening to their extraordinary lovemaking and that it kind of
turned me on (an understatement if there ever was one). She then surprized
me by saying that she liked that, and that it was always one of her favorite
fantasies to be making uninhibited love while being watched by people she
trusted. I was too stunned to reply, so she asked me if I would like to
watch her and Jim make love one night. After only a moments hesitation I
said "Sure!". She promised to try and talk Jim into it, and if he gave the
green light, which she thought he would, she'd let me know.



The next several days were a fever of anticipation, as I awaited the
verdict without daring to mention anything to Jim directly. One night,
after a few beers and some good conversation, Jim and Marsha drifted back
to the bedroom as usual, and I prepared to go to bed, but then Marsha
re-emerged, smiled a delightful, lewd smile and said &qu