Sitting on a balcony overlooking the city street, Cupid and his beautiful wife Psyche watched the people below. Their passion had only grown over the countless years. They still enjoyed each other's company and challenging one another. They looked much as they had on the day they wed. The son of Venus appeared as a beautiful young man of 18 and his bride looked the same age, only with a woman's curves.
No one below noticed them as they sat in the loveseat kissing and playing. He pulled the shoulder of her gown down and revealed a flawless breast. She ran her fingers through his soft brown curls.
When Psyche's delicate finger traced the edge of one of his feathered wings, he shivered with delight.
"The people down there seem exceptionally dreary today, don't you think?" she asked as he took her nipple into his mouth.
"Compared to you, they always do," he replied, and he moved his lips up to her neck.
"Well, I have you, dear. What have they got?" she asked as his tongue teased her earlobe.
"What do you suggest?"
"I think we should liven them up a little bit. It's Valentine's Day after all. Shouldn't they be having fun?"
Psyche stood up and walked over to the railing to peer more closely at the people on the street. Her breast remained uncovered, while the pedestrians and workers went about their day.
Cupid walked up behind his wife and wrapped his slender arms around her as he looked over her shoulder. One hand absentmindedly fondled her exposed breast as he watched the people.
A waitress stood outside a café with a cigarette dangling from her lips. As she bent over to dust something from her apron, and nearby road worker watched the waitress's ass and whistled.
"How about those two?" she asked as her husband started sliding her gown up to her hips.
"Seems kind of cliche to me," he replied in a bored tone.
"You think you have a better idea?"
"Oh, I have lots of better ideas," he said as he rubbed her bare ass with his left hand and continued to fondle her breast with his right.
"Prove it," she said with a smile. She pressed her ass into him as they talked. She relished the feeling of his taut body against hers.
"How would you like me to do that?"
"Let's push two people together. Ones who otherwise might never know the taste of one another."
"Okay, but first things first," Cupid said as he guided himself into her from behind and began making love to her.
She was still leaning over the railing as she moaned her pleasure. She was already close to coming thinking of the deviance they could stir up with their pairing.
The people below never looked up to see these immortal pleasure seekers in their midst. But they would feel their impact soon.
Once satiated the two were on the street, walking amongst the mortals, but invisible to them. They passed shops, and shoppers, construction zones, businesspeople on lunch breaks. The streets were bustling with activity despite the chill of the day.
When Cupid drew to a stop, he observed a pair. It was a woman in her late 30's or early 40's and a young man who may have been 20. They had been arguing.
The young man opened the passenger side door of a maroon sedan and sat down. He slammed the door so hard his raven black hair fluttered on his forehead from the force of the air.
The woman walked to the other side of the car to get behind the wheel. She wore tight slacks with heels and a V-neck top that showed off the tops of round breasts so perfect they were likely surgically enhanced. Her straight ash brown hair fell to her chin and seemed as if she had only visited the stylist yesterday. She looked pretty, but tired.
Both looked angry.
"Those two," Cupid said pointing. A devious smile spread across his face.
"No way. They are probably mother and son! Look at his sulky face," Psyche protested. There was no real argument in her expression though. Only intrigue.
Without hesitation, Cupid pulled out his bow and arrow.
"These are special," he informed Psyche. "They're a Valentine's special. The effect will be temporary but incredibly intense. They are tipped with pure lust and infatuation. They'll only work for today, though the memories will remain. Which one shall I inflict?"
"The boy," Psyche answered. "I want to see that sulk wiped off his face."
Cupid loosed his arrow and it dove through the windshield without affecting the glass. When it hit its mark, the young man's eyes opened wide, and he immediately began to shift in his seat.
Psyche and Cupid climbed undetected into the back seat of the car before it could drive away. They didn't want to miss the show.
As the car pulled onto the street, the woman noticed the boy had grown quiet.
"I know you think I'm being unfair. But this could have been avoided if you had come to me before it got this bad. Not attending classes for over a month without saying anything? I just don't want you throwing away your opportunities. You'll move back home until you've gotten your grades and attendance under control. I know last semester is a wash, but we don't have to give up yet."
The dark-haired young man didn't respond.
"I know at your age living at home with your mom again isn't ideal. But I think it will be good for you," she continued. She placed a hand on his knee when he still said nothing.
When she touched him, he gasped. While she talked, he had been staring, like he was hypnotized at the mounds peeking out the top of her shirt. He had been shocked by the sudden physical contact.
Misreading his response, she pulled her hand away and looked at him.
"Don't act like I hit you," she said. "You know I wouldn't do this if I didn't know you could do better. This is just temporary until you are doing better. Who knows? Maybe it'll be fun. Whenever you're not working on schoolwork, we'll have some free time. I'm sure we can find some things to fill up the time."
