Becky loved her friend’s house. It was warm, homey, and full of surprises. One night last Autumn Becky got QUITE a surprise!

Becky had flown in from the West Coast for a little R&R. She missed the East, especially in the fall, with the crisp air and the colors. Hellen’s house has no guestroom so “Aunt Becky” was assigned the couch in the living room outside by Hellen and Chris’ room. One night, after Becky, Hellen and Chris, a were up late playing cards, Becky lay under the covers, taking in the quiet and restfulness of the house. Just as she was drifting to sleep, the quiet was broken by a sigh coming from her friend’s room. This was not a “Man I am tired, what a day” sigh, but an “OH YES! THAT FEELS GOOD” sigh. Becky was intrigued and crept to the door (Chris and Hellen always kept the door to her bedroom cracked a little for the cats to go as they please). The house was very dark and Becky was sure that she could not be seen. However, the bedroom was partially illuminated by a crisp silvery light from a hunter’s moon shining through the bedroom window.

It was like looking into a light box. All Becky could see was the shadowy shapes of the lovers silhouetted by the silvery moonlight. Hellen was on all fours, kneeling over her husband. From the implied movements, the sounds, and moans, Becky could see with her mind’s eye the pleasure being given.

Becky watched the shadow play and felt the hot tingle in her own womanhood. Her right hand slipped in to her panties as her left held the doorframe for support. As the dark shapes continued their sensual dance on the bed, Becky’s fingers played a sweet solo tango, twirling and sliding to the sexual music in the next room.

The dance, outlined in the bright lunar radiance, changed as Chris gently pushed his wife on to her back and his illuminated outline crawled to her darken middle. Becky watch as the shaded form moved to the rhythm of the luminously stimulating music. Gasps, purrs, and moan escaped from the darkness like the unseen crickets in the summer.

The lovers’ splendor was closely rivaled by the heat generated by Becky’s own actions. She could feel the power of the moment building up as she watched darkened pair. “What a rush,” Becky thought. The lunar lovemaking in the next room coupled with the thrill of voyeurism made her all that much excited.

The pearl-light shined on the lovers as Hellen arched her back aiding her husband. More soft moans and purrs filled the darkness. Passion in and out of the bedroom built. Becky began to smell the sweet muskiness of lovers and could not tell from where it was coming; her, or the dimness within.

The dusky dancers changed position. Once again, Chris was on his back as Hellen moved like a cat along a fence. She crawled forward and slowly mounted her husband, letting out a deep moan and gasp. Becky could a clear outline in the bright moonlight. Her motion was slow at first but quickly accelerated into a frenzied pace. The gentle bouncing of the shaded form mesmerized Becky.

Becky was nearing orgasm and she knew it would be big. She firmly gripped the door jam as waves and waves of pleasure filled her. Every sense was sharpened and it took all her concentration not to scream out in orgasmic delight. As Becky relaxed, she saw her friend’s arch her back, sticking her dim breasts into the air and begin her own orgasm. Becky could not tell in the darkness that Hellen was shaking with sensual joy.

She watched best friend collapsed onto her husband’s chest. As the couple cuddled in twilight afterglow, Becky returned to the couch. Hot, sweaty, and totally exhausted, she crawled under the covers. From the bedroom, Hellen called, with a knowingly giggle, “Good night Becky. Sweet dreams!” That, Becky knew, was a given.

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Thanks, I enjoy it. Keep up the good work.

Very nice story. Ihope you continue with your erotic stories

I decided to change the story a little. Someone pointed that watching your sister make love could be considered incestuous. So as to not offend anyone (especially ME) I decided to change the names. Nothing else changed.

Well done, this is an excellent story! Some good imagery. Who knows, maybe a threesome next for Becky?

Yeah lets hear abou tthe next night or maybe an after brunch trist in the morning...