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wanted to be in control, which was a lot less unusual than the fact they were being adventurous enough to fuck in front of the bathroom mirror they had both hated from the moment they entered the house. All of a sudden it became an asset.
    Maria pushed herself and Jack with her away from the sink and down onto the closed toilet seat. He clung to her and gasped as they came down on the hard surface. She realized that from where they were sitting, she had a full-length view of the two of them, between the two sinks. As she slowly spread her legs and leaned back she could see him buried deep inside of her, his cock shiny and wet with her juices. With his arms wrapped around her waist, she bent forward again so she could put her hands on his knees and use them as support as she started to ride him.
    Slowly at first, she found it easy to vary the angle a bit until he was hitting just the right spot, just the right amount of friction to make her pant and moan. “Oh, Jack, so good, Jack.”
    He moved his hands to her ribs to support her movements as she increased the speed and he started thrusting upwards. The sight in the mirror was exhilarating as she could see herself riding his beautiful, rock hard cock. She knew she was going to come like she hadn’t come in a long time as she felt the tension build in her belly. Jack spread his legs too, pushing hers even wider apart. It made her lose her leverage, but as she looked up, she saw his eyes, dark with passion looking at the two of them in the shiny surface of the mirror, and this sight pushed her over the edge, convulsing around his hard cock. She could feel him burying his head in her neck, murmuring something that sounded like ‘yes, yes, you can now’
    as his movements too became erratic and convulsive.
    She slumped down onto Jack’s now limp body and realized through her haze that they hadn’t even kissed. His body was hot and sweaty beneath her.
    “Are you okay?” she whispered.
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    As she got up from their uncomfortable position and felt him slip out of her, she decided they would both need a shower before they could go anywhere.
    And they had an art exhibition opening to attend.

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Chapter Seven
    JACK and Maria arrived late at the Argentinean restaurant where they had booked a table for dinner, and thanks to the Friday night traffic, they would undoubtedly arrive even later at the exhibition opening.
    Jack was clearly in a wonderful mood, and over dinner they reminisced about how they had met at an Embassy party in Argentina, where Maria’s father was the Information Officer and Jack had been sent on his first overseas posting. That was twenty years ago and Maria was glad she could still look at her husband and say that marrying him was the best decision she had made in her life.
    “So tell me again why it took you almost a year and a half to sleep with me?” she teased him.
    Jack wiped the corners of his mouth with his napkin and ticked off the reasons she’d accept. “I was a gentleman, what can I say? Besides, I didn’t know where my life was going. You knew I could be posted anywhere with almost no notice, so I guess I wanted to be sure you were right for me. And I wanted to get my master’s degree first, so if I took you abroad with me, we would at least be able to live off one salary.”
    “Well, it was nice of you to leave such a good impression with my parents. I think that was the only argument I gave them that stood any ground when I told them I wanted to move to Denmark with you before we were married.” She put her hand on his and played with his wedding ring. “I have to say this afternoon made up for the eighteen months of waiting for you.”
    “I thought I made up for that a long time ago, Maire,” Jack answered a little shyly.

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    “Well, I don’t know what you were making up for earlier, but by all means do it again!” She rolled her eyes as she took another sip of her wine.
    Jack grew silent until he realized this was probably making him look guilty. “So do you want dessert?” he asked lamely.

    LUCAS walked into the Palais des Beaux Arts with Lucy on his arm. He had tried to go without her, but after seeing her eyes light up when he told her where he was spending his evening, he didn’t have the heart to tell her she couldn’t go.
    Even though it was a large museum, the reception was in one of