Roni's Revenge
Veronica dispenses her own humiliating justice for her husband’s infidelity.
“Damn, you look hot,” I said as my wife Veronica walked up to the table, ten minutes late for the Friday lunch reservation she made for us. Her red, low-cut, short dress, with strained spaghetti straps and matching heels, showed off her fit five-foot-eight form and bare legs. Her softly curled, light brunette hair danced off her bare shoulders. “I feel so fucking hot, Jared,” she said, flashing her large, sexy smile. She...