Adam and Cynthia walked hand in hand through the park in the warm afternoon sun. Occasionally they looked up from the path to gaze into each other's eyes. Adam felt the butterflies in his stomach, and he was sure Cynthia felt them too. Their wedding was only a few weeks away. And sure, there were nerves about the approaching date, the venue, all the usual wedding things. But as they walked, they felt more and more connected.
Adam knew she was the one. He'd never felt so dedicated to someone in his life. In fact, he'd been a bit of a schlub and a slob when they'd first met. But now he was in pretty good shape, and the nice chinos and button down he was wearing showed her that she was worth the effort. And Cynthia knew that dedication was real. No man would ever treat her like Adam did. She felt like a princess, and couldn't wait to start the journey to grow old with him.
They were so smitten that they barely noticed the stranger sitting on the park bench. His head was down, he looked dejected and defeated. Like he was trying to get away from something, but not quite sure where to go. Adam and Cynthia ignored him, though. Things were too great between the two of them to let other people's problems be a distraction.
But when they were a few steps further along the path, Adam stopped. Cynthia went a few more steps before she felt her husband tug at her arm.
"What's wrong, honey?" She asked, turning to face him with a smile.
Adam paused a moment. "That guy back there. I think... I think it's Jon!"
Cynthia looked past her future husband, and her eyes went wide with a mix of surprise and lust. "Oh my god! It is! Quick, how's my mascara?"
"Forget your makeup, what about mine?!"
"It's perfect. It's always perfect." She rolled her eyes and looked back at Jon. "He looks lonely. One of us should cheer him up."
"You're right," Adam said. And he would be the one to do it. He dashed as quickly as his platform pumps would let him, not even checking if his sequined monokini was still covering his nipples.
And even though Cynthia was wearing the same shoes, they got to the bench at almost the same time. They didn't even waste time with a hello before sitting on either side of Jon. Cynthia immediately started to nuzzle his neck.
That bitch, Adam thought, as he began making the same moves. He was so close to the one thing he really wanted, and here was Cynthia making the first move. But Adam wouldn't be deterred. Jon would be his one and only, even if that meant he had to share. Jon let out a little moan, and Adam felt butterflies in his stomach like he'd never felt before. Cynthia might've made the first move, but she sure as hell wouldn't be the first to have Jon inside her.
