Move on

John walked along the path that circled the park. Two women in their early thirties or so came power walking towards him. One wore gray yoga pants and a white tank top. She had curly dark brown hair in a big poofy ponytail and was curvy and tanned. The other had on green jogging shorts and a black tank top. She had dark blonde hair in short bob and was a bit less curvy as her friend, but also tanned.

"Stop," John said.

The women stopped.

"Don't move or talk until I tell you to." John studied the now frightened women. The blonde had a cell phone strapped to her arm. "Take that cell phone and set a timer for thirty-one minutes."

The blonde moved robotically and did as she was told.

"Start the timer. When I say, 'begin,' you two will start french kissing as passionately as you can. While you do that, you will put your hands down the back of each other's pants or shorts and massage each other's buttocks. You will not stop until the timer goes off. Once the timer goes off, you can go about your day as you wish, oh, and the more you make out with each other, the hornier you'll get. Begin!"

The blonde started the timer. The two women started to make out, sliding their tongues into each other's mouths then they slid their hands down into each other's panties and started massaging each other's butts.

John smiled and left the two. He walked to a small fountain surrounded by benches. A few people were eating their lunch there. He saw a man in a business suit enter and look around furtively. He looked nervous. The man appeared to be in his late thirties or so. Soon a woman a few years young than the man showed up. She was wearing a pin-striped skirt and matching blazer over a white blouse. She had on big sunglasses. She looked around then went to the man and hugged and kissed him.

"Something's afoot," John said to himself. He walked over to the couple. "Tell me, are you married?"

"Yes," both said together.

"Answer all of my questions honestly. To each other?"

"No," they said together, blushing.

"So you're cheating on your spouses?"

"Yes," they said.

"Who are you?" asked the woman.

"Get lost, punk!" said the man.

"Strip naked and have anal sex right here over this bench right now!" said John.

The couple started to strip.

"What's going on?!" asked the blonde in a panic.

"Shut up!" said John.

"For the next hour, you can only say, 'I'm a cheating anal slut,' and you'll yell it out during sex."

The two continued to strip. When they were finished, the woman bent over the bench. The man then stuck his dick, unlubed up her anus, causing her to squeal.

"Don't stop until the cops show up," said John. He took out his phone and dialed 911. "Yes, there are two naked people having sex in this park." He gave the name of the park and a description of the couple.

"I'm a cheating anal slut!" called out the woman.

John walked to a bench on the other side of the fountain and watched.