They watched it all in the mirror.

Maggie wished that they had a nice mirror like that in their own bedroom. She decided to buy one. But it wouldn't be the same, really. It made a lovely change to be in a strange bedroom, to make love to Paul in a new setting.

It was almost as if she were with another man.

And another man sat, fascinated, on the other side of that full-length looking glass. It was their host, Arthur Campbell. He was leaning towards the mirror on the other side, his brow gleaming with perspiration. He had his prick in his hand, pulling it up and down.

The mirror was not a normal one. On the bedroom side, it reflected but from the other side it was a window.

Arthur had watched them fuck.

Arthur was delighted that they had done it standing up in front of the mirror. His perspective had been ideal. He had had other couples stay in that room, but usually they fucked in bed so that he couldn't really get a good view. Tonight had been the best ever.

From his secret vantage point, he had seen Paul's fat prick push in and out of Maggie's juicy pussy. He had seen the cunt juice and the cum pour out from her pussy slit. The sight was pleasing to Arthur, who was a confirmed voyeur.

Maggie and Paul went to bed.

Arthur waited, jerking his prick slowly, hoping that they might fuck again, but they were drained. Well, he couldn't complain. They had provided him with a visual delight.

When he realized that they were not going to fuck again, he began pounding his cock faster. His hand flew up and down his face contorted, eyes narrowed, lips slack. After a moment, a drop of jism sprayed from the head of his prick and splattered against the glass.

Arthur wiped it up with his handkerchief before he left.

He liked to keep that mirror-window clear.