Trey and Lori, that nice young couple just down the hall. So far we’ve barely shared the same four words. But I know them. I know their routines just as I know my own.

The good morning kiss. They’re quite cute, she in her baby dolls, he in his Christmas union suit PJs. “You do your exercises while I get the coffee going,” she tells him, and she gives his sleepy penis a brief pat, a loving squeeze.

This morning, having undressed, he starts with stretches. He’s a tall, lanky guy, in excellent shape. He lifts himself up on his toes. His arms go above his head. He breathes deeply. He exhales as his feet fully find the floor. Ten or twelve more of these. Lori watches from behind, a serious smile on her lips. When she feels it’s time, she kneels, brings her arm back, and gives his butt a hard, open-handed slap. The sound of the smack precedes Trey’s gasp.

His butt reddens. Her other hand traces the fast-fading but yet pink splotch. A caress. A caress which slides toward his butt crack. Her fingers shift into the crevice. One finds the tight button. Teases it. Round and round. Soothing strokes. But then another smack. “Ow” he yelps. Her finger goes in. Just a touch. One more smack and he’s ready.

The cap of his cock rests upon her lower lip. Tenderly his hand supports her jaw. Their eyes lock. His cock pushes into her mouth. Her finger pushes into his asshole. He caresses her throat. She tongues that special spot just below the crux of his cockhead. Her finger fucks his asshole. He comes, spurt after spurt of hot cream. She continues to fingerfuck his asshole even after the orgasmic jolts have ceased. She releases what cum she hasn’t swallowed into the palm of her hand, then brushes her hand down across her breast, her belly. One hand now at her breast, she thumbs the thickened nipple. The other hand circles the shaft of his cock, strokes it fast while bringing it to her mouth. She sucks and strokes while her cum-wetted finger again finds his asshole and penetrates, and again he comes, powerful jolts but with minimal fluid. He sags to the floor.

She mounts him. His cock, still stiff, fills her cunt. She clenches, her orgasm sharp and strong. For the next hour she rides him, coming more than a dozen times.

“One more, honey,” she tells him. “Come now.” He obeys, his body shuddering in surrender. She lifts off. She kisses his penis, now somewhat soft. They rest.

An hour later they have showered and dressed and are waiting for the elevator, as am I.

The door opens. I gesture for them to precede me. They step into the elevator. I stand outside as the door slides slowly shut.

Inside the elevator, they look at each other, expressions somewhat puzzled. Then they laugh. Then they kiss. They’re in no rush to push the button.

Long before the elevator reaches the first floor, she has his trousers unbuttoned, his penis in hand. He’s about to come. She holds him steady. His eyes close. It looks like he’s about to sneeze. The spurts are strong, splashing the elevator door just before it opens.

I beckon them to exit. Quickly he tucks himself into his pants. “Have a nice day,” I tell them, the same four words as always, as they stroll hand in hand down the lobby.

In the instant of waking, they forget their dreams. “Oh, honey,” she says, cradling his penis lovingly, “what if we skip the coffee and the exercise and the work and just stay home and fuck?”