When Campbell had the house built, he had told the architect that there had to be a large closet between the two guest bedrooms. Ostensibly, it was a closet. The architect wondered why Campbell was so adamant about the location of a closet, but asked no questions. He was being overpaid. The builders wondered why Campbell should want two full-length mirrors in a closet, as well, but it was his house and his money. And the man who installed the special looking glasses, seeing the way they were situated, had a wink and a chuckle over it. He wished that he had mirrors like that in his own home as well as a guest room into which to spy. He envied Campbell and, the night after he had installed the special glass, he fucked his wife three times, to her amazement.
From either bedroom adjoining the closet, the mirrors seemed just that innocent mirrors.
But from within the closet, when that room was dark or dimly illuminated, one could see through the glass as plainly as through a window see what went on in both bedrooms.
Arthur entertained a lot.
He invited handsome couples to stay, he wined them and dined them and he watched them.
No one ever knew.
It was Arthur's main pleasure in life, watching people fuck. He had never made love to a woman, himself. He had never wanted to. Once he had gone to a prostitute, but he had paid her to masturbate while, fully clothed, he looked on. That had been all right, but not nearly as good as his secret spying. The fact that she knew she was being observed had lessened his pleasure.
From his closet, Arthur had seen all sorts of things.
He had seen women giving blow-jobs to their husbands and he had seen husbands eating out their wives pussies. He had seen two episodes of ass-fucking and one delightful sixty-nine. Then one day he had invited two couples for the weekend. He was in high hopes. With both rooms occupied, he figured that he had twice as much chance of seeing some good fucking in detail. He had gone to the closet with a glass of champagne and a cigar and settled down to wait.