I’d hit the club in hopes of snagging some hot dude.

The guy I’d lured was extra hot, with a movie star face and an underwear model’s body. As he undressed in my bedroom, my eyes roved his skin hungrily.

“You got a mirror?” he asked, looking around.

I quirked an eyebrow, tossing away the last of my own clothing. “You want to check your hair before we start?”

He was still looking. “No full-length mirror on the back of your closet door?”

He could see there wasn’t. His name was Jacob, and for the first time I wondered if I’d made a mistake bringing him home with me.

“There’s a mirror in the bathroom,” I said, a little cautiously now.

Jacob grinned. “You want to do it in the bathroom, then?”

“Uh — got a perfectly good bed right here.” I gestured at it unnecessarily.

“Yes. But no mirror. I like to fuck in front of a mirror.” Suddenly he looked away. “Oh. Maybe you think that’s weird. I’m sorry. It’s just — my thing.”

“Like a fetish?” I felt a strange sympathy for him, like he had some minor disability. Then I thought what a stupid thing that was for me to think.

Jacob nodded, looking ashamed. When he’d stripped, he’d had a raging hard-on. Now he was beginning to droop. “Look, I’m embarrassed now. Would you mind if I just bailed? I really like you, Wendy. You’re a beautiful woman. Maybe we could try this again some other night? No foul if you don’t want to.”

Hurriedly he dressed. I made sure to at least kiss him before he left. He had nice lips. I told him I’d call him, and I meant it.

When he was gone, I realized I’d never had a potential one-night stand go sideways like that. I’d put on a robe while he had dressed. I wandered around my apartment with my hands in the pockets now, considering the situation.

He liked to fuck in front of mirrors. Was that like a thing? Did other people get turned on by that, to the point of obsession like it had seemed to be with Jacob? I shrugged. Could be. Kink came in all sorts of styles, I’d always understood. I wasn’t judgmental.

But I’d never had sex before a mirror. What was it like? I thought I might be too self-conscious. I continued pacing about, restless, not least because I hadn’t gotten the screw I’d been expecting.

I discarded my robe in the bedroom and walked into my bathroom, feeling a tickle of naughtiness. The mirror was next to the shower. I stood naked before it. My nude body was nothing new to me. I liked my shape. My tits were high and firm. I had a taut butt and good general tone.

I ran my hands up my flanks, over my ribs. I let them stray onto my breasts. A small heat awoke in me. I cupped my tits and gave them a soft squeeze. My nipples stirred. Excitement rose like goose flesh.

My gaze stayed on the image in the mirror, even though instinct told me to look away. Where did that impulse come from? Was it some misplaced guilt? I played with myself all the time and never felt bad about it.

But now I was watching myself do it. That naughty vibe persisted. I was liking it more and more. I tweaked my own nipples. I twisted them harder until my mouth opened on a ragged cry. I could actually see the arousal gathering on my face. My body grew noticeably flushed.

I slid a hand down my flat belly. I rocked back on my heels, opening my legs slightly. My fingers grazed over my hairless pussy. I felt the dampness in me. My breath came faster. I slipped two fingers up into myself.

I’d fingered my pussy any number of times, but I had never observed myself in the act. My eyes were blazing in my head as I drank in the sight. I looked beautiful, I decided. This was doubly exciting as well. First there was the simple stimulation of my fingers. Second was the vivid presence of my own image.

My fingers worked in and out. My other hand stayed busy groping my tits. I stroked my swollen clit with my fingertips, giving it a flick with my thumb just for funsies. A cry climbed my throat. I watched my come sweep over me like a visible force. The pleasure was amazing. My raw voice echoed off the bathroom tiles.

Afterward I studied myself a moment more. Finally I said to the lovely spent woman, “You should find out what it’s like to watch yourself get fucked by another person.”

Fortunately, I knew the perfect candidate.

I called Jacob the next day. He was surprised and delighted to hear from me. I said I wanted to see him, and he invited me over to his place that night. When he started to say we didn’t have do anything weird, I cut in: “Jacob, stop. I think it might be fun, now that I’ve reflected on it.” He ignored my bad pun.

I showed up right on time. He had a nice place with lots of polished wood. We kissed hello, each had a glass of wine, then kissed again, deeper this time, more urgently. Mutual excitement rose.

We set aside the wine glasses. He took my hand and led me into his bedroom. I wasn’t sure what I was expecting, but I had to stop myself from gaping. Opposite the roomy bed was a huge mirror. It was like a second room abutting this one. I gazed into the massive reflection. I saw the hesitation on his face.

Quickly I said, “It’s fantastic, Jacob. Come here.”

He came to me. We resumed kissing, standing at the foot of his bed. Our tongues entangled. I pressed my body against his, liking his firm lines. Our hands got busy. I unbuttoned his shirt. He tugged at my top.

Soon we were naked to the waist. It would have been stupid to stop there. He stepped out of his pants and I tossed away my skirt. Now we stood nude together. But we weren’t alone.

I deliberately turned and stared right at our mirror images. Jacob looked too, his gaze yearning, eyes afire with special excitement. This was indeed his thing. I touched his cock. He caressed my breast. We watched our alternate selves do the same things. It was an incredible sight.

We moved up onto the bed. The mirror people copied us. Looking back over my shoulder, I beheld my ass in all its supple glory. I checked out Jacob’s as well. Awesome. It looked luscious enough to take a bite out of it.

Laying side by side, we ground our mouths together. His tongue snaked against mine as we each tried to lick the other’s tonsils. I reached around him and squeezed a chunk of his firm, manly ass. He slipped a hand between us and plucked at my stiff nipples. Pleasure radiated through me.

I rolled my crotch against his. He was thunderously erect. I could feel him throbbing against my abdomen. He started rubbing on me. My pussy was flowing with need.

Suddenly I had an urge to suck him. I expected to be fucked tonight, but first I wanted an oral sample. I squirmed out of the grasp of his arms. When he saw what I was up to, he rolled onto his back. I slid down between his muscular thighs.

I cradled his balls in one hand, then dropped my mouth onto his cock’s thick knob. I swallowed his drizzling pre-come and began sucking my way eagerly down his inches. His flavor filled my mouth. My tongue played skillfully along his shaft.

I looked up and saw that he was gazing intently at the mirror opposite the bed. Knowing the angles, I realized he was looking right at my ass, lifted high into the air as my head was bent to its work. He would see my pussy’s gleaming cleft.

As my mouth rose and fell, I gave my hips little waggles, showing off my proud backside. Jacob moaned, either from the fine suction I was giving his staff or from the display I was putting on — either way was fine with me!

After several minutes of a dedicated blowjob, he decided he wanted a taste of me. We switched places. Our movements were easy, almost choreographed, as though we were longtime lovers. I liked that.

As he licked my pussy, sending hot pleasure streaming in me, I watched the spectacle in the big mirror. Now I had a view of his meaty ass. I could see his balls hanging down, the spit-gleaming length of his cock dangling.

His tongue zeroed in on my clit. He teased and batted it and even sucked on it. He was relentless. My climax caught me like a riptide, pulling me out to the deep waters of sexual delight. My mirror self came, too. It was amazing to watch.

Jacob lifted his head. I wanted his cock inside me. And I wanted to watch while he fucked me. Plainly he had the same idea.

We got ourselves breadthwise across the bed. I positioned myself on my hands and knees. Turning my head, I got a succulent side view of myself. I was fucking hot, if I do say so. I liked my sexy pose. I proudly flourished my ass.

Jacob looked just as hot. I watched the image of him move in behind me. His chin was still dripping with my juices. There was almost a dazed expression on his face. I knew how he felt. This was incredibly real and yet unreal at the same time. All I really knew was that it excited the hell out of me.

As I watched he put his cock into me from behind. I could actually see him sink those manly inches into me. His hands went to my hips. He gripped me. Then he started stroking into me.

Pleasure boiled through me again, steaming up all the interior parts of me. We were Wendy and Jacob, and also Jacob and Wendy, our reverse doubles who watched us fucking. They leered and panted and feasted on the carnal exhibition. I loved that they were watching.

I saw their every movement. Mirror Jacob fucked Mirror Wendy, picking up the tempo. He pounded her from behind now. I could see the ripples of impact on her lush ass. She was bucking back against him.

They were both at runaway speed. I felt Jacob’s come jet inside me. Jacob and I both howled. So did our other selves. Everyone was happy.