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I got out of my car in front of Joe’s Burger Shack. As Ron requested, I wore a skintight mini dress that barely covered my ass and a plunging neckline that revealed lots of cleavage. And, of course, a pair of my sexiest heels.
I look like a hooker.
Cars occupied every parking space in the lot.
You knew this place would be busy right now.
As I entered, a few jaws dropped, eyes widened, and heads turned. My chest expanded, and my heart raced.
That’s right, take a good look.
My lips pursed and shifted to the side.
Curious. It’s like power and vulnerability. At the same time.
My pussy tingled, and my nipples pressed through my bra against the dress. I rolled my eyes and shook my head.
I’ve lost my mind.
God knows why, but I wanted to continue playing this game and comply with Ron’s wishes. Maybe I wanted to atone for my sins. Or maybe I just wanted to see how low Ron Stroker could go. He grinned as he watched me walk in, and he looked around - no doubt, taking inventory of the reactions to my outlandish outfit. I slid into the booth across from him, but this time, he wasn’t hiding behind a menu.
“Are you happy?” I asked.
“Happy is a strong word, but I’m pleased.”
“I hope so. I might get arrested in this outfit before the night is up.”
“Or at least handcuffed.”
His smirk made its way towards a smile.
“You gonna take your Pepcid?”
I stuck my neck forward and winked as I made a duck face at him.
“Very funny. Actually, no, I haven’t needed it since burning those thumb drives.”
The waitress came up to the table, grinning as she approached.
“Well, damn, sugar! If I could pull off an outfit like that, I’d at least double my tips.”
“Thank you,” I said.
“I’m surprised to see you two in here together. After your last visit, I felt fairly sure it would be the last time.”
“That makes two of us,” I said.
“Three of us,” Ron said.
He chuckled and sipped his coffee.
“Well, glad to be a part of the reunion. What will you two be having?”
“Do you have hard liquor?” I asked.
I pressed my tongue into my cheek and smiled with an open mouth at her. She placed a hand on my shoulder.
“Sister, I wish. I’d be hitting it in the back.”
“Do you know how I met this woman?” Ron asked.
The waitress turned to him, leaving her hand on my shoulder.
“I don’t believe I do.”
“We met here in this diner,” he said.
“Oh, wow, that’s nice. Soooo, this must be a special place for you two?”
“Well, I think so. She gave me a blow job behind the building after we had dinner.”
The waitress’s mouth dropped open as she cast a side glance at me.
I smiled at her and put a fist up for her to bump.
She bumped it as she let out a heavy exhale.
“Thank God, girl. I was like, ‘oh no, he didn’t just say that,’ but you’re like ‘I don’t give a damn. Yeah, I did that.’”
She let out a hearty laugh.
“I really like you, chick. You know what? Dinner is on me tonight.”
Ron protested.
“Oh, no. You don’t have to...”
“Nope, I insist. Just don’t get too crazy. Well, not in here, at least. Whatever you do behind the building is your own business.”
She chuckled again.
“So, what’ll you have?”
Ron gestured to me.
“I’ll have a salad, and I’ll just drink water,” I said.
“Me, too,” he said.
“Well, y’all are easy!”
She winked at me and walked away.
“You seem to be in a good mood,” I said.
“Yeah. Weird, right?”
“I’m good with this weird.”
He leaned forward and put his elbows and hands on the table.
“So, tell me something. Did you call in a report of wrongful termination on Austin?”
I sat up, smirked, and looked to the side.
“You did!”
“I can neither confirm nor deny any such allegations.”
Ron laughed.
“But I can confirm that the mother fucker deserved it,” I said.
“Maybe so. So, change of subject. I’ve been thinking...”
Ron picked up a spoon and started tapping the back of it against the palm of his other open hand. I smirked, looking at it.
“You know, after what you did, I thought I’d never want to see you again, but I haven’t been able to get you out of my head. Mostly, I’ve thought about what you did.”
He laughed, watching the spoon tap his palm.
“You’ve been on my mind most of the time.”
His tapping stopped. He looked at me from his downward tilted head.
“You know I’ve been dating.”
“So, how is Ally doing?”
“She’s great. She’s great for me. But honestly...”
He looked back at the spoon and resumed patting his palm with it.
“...there’s a part of me she’ll never get. She’ll accept it. She’ll want to know all about it. But it’s not in her to be a part of it.”
My heart skipped at his words. Our marriage might be over, but I wasn’t ready to surrender all of him to another woman. Still, I played it cool.
“I’m sorry to hear that, Ron.”
He sat up and furrowed his eyebrows.
“You are?”
“Well, I just want you to be happy.”
“Thank you. I want to be happy, too.”
He put an elbow on the table and propped his chin on a lifted hand.
“Being with you turned out to bring a lot of misery, Jessica, but it also made my life interesting.”
I laughed.
“Interesting, you say.”
“Yeah, well...”
His eyes searched the room.
“You’ve been the spice in my life, and sometimes the spice burns my mouth, but without it, my life would be pretty bland.”
“I know you’re not saying you want to stay married.”
“No, definitely not. I also have no desire to control you. That nearly ate a hole through my stomach.”
My eyes narrowed on him.
“Ok.”
“But, I think I’m enjoying this crime and punishment chapter of our story.”
Ahhh, I like where this is going.
“You like punishing me?”
His eyes returned to mine as he smirked and nodded.
“My criminal intent excites you, doesn’t it?”
“It does.”
He leaned in and lowered his voice.
“Especially when I’m... ya know.”
I grinned a devilish grin.
“Playing with your cock? Oh, I know. I’ve thought about it, too, when I’m touching this naughty pussy.”
“So, what do we do with that?”
“I’d say you’ve shown you know exactly what to do with that.”
“But this can’t be healthy.”
“Ron, if you’re asking me to know what healthy looks like or to encourage you to choose healthy...”
“I know. I wasn’t asking.”
He sat back, grinning at me.
“I prefer that you’re not an expert on what’s healthy.”
“You like my... unhealthy.”
“I do. And I think I’ll be healthier if I quit trying to control you and just roll with the punches. As long as I get to punish you for them.”
I lifted my finger and beckoned him to lean in close again. My breasts almost spilled out of my dress as I raised myself up in my seat and leaned over the table. His grin widened as his eyes glanced down at them. He leaned forward, and I lowered my voice to a whisper, putting my mouth almost to his ear.
“So, you aren’t done punishing this evil cunt?”
I shifted back so I could look into his eyes. We smiled at each other.
“No, I’ve got more in mind.”
“I thought you might.”
I sat back down and looked across at him.
“So then, when’s my next punishment?”
He cocked an eyebrow and grinned.
* * * * *
THANK YOU FOR READING The Taste of His Wrath! I hope you enjoyed it. The story continues in The Taste of Her Truth, Part I.
The cheating hotwife’s games are wearing on her husband. He wants out. But there’s a problem.
Ron Stroker has it all.
A great new job.
A hot new girlfriend.
A cozy new apartment.
And signed divorce papers in hand granting him freedom from his cheating hotwife, Jessica.
But using her seductive powers, she continues to keep him on the hook, playing her game. Just when he finds the strength to break free, he receives this letter from an attorney’s office.
Dear Mr. Stroker,
I am writing to inform you that my client, the late Mr. Frederick P. Stroker, has named you and your wife, Jessica, in his final will and testament, in regards to the dissemination of assets from his estate, to receive a sum of ten million US dollars.
The will specifies conditions for the disbursal of this money to you. Specifically, you and Mrs. Stroker must either be happily married or making demonstrable efforts to repair your marriage. My client gave specific instructions for the validation of these conditions.
Please, see the enclosed brochure for a couple’s retreat which you and Mrs. Stroker will be required to attend together for the entire month of your choosing and participate in all required therapy sessions and workshops while on the retreat. All expenses will be paid by my client’s estate.
I have already contacted the director of the retreat about this matter and have arranged for the necessary communications with them to certify your completion of the retreat and to satisfy the requirements of the will.
Please, feel free to contact me if you have any questions. My card is enclosed.
Regards,
H. M. Barkley
Principal Attorney
Barkley & Associates
After throwing the letter away, digging it out of the trash, and struggling with the implications, Ron asks Jessica to join him on this couple’s retreat so they can both get their money.
And she agrees.
But will Ron and Jessica be able to make it through the month-long charade?
What will happen when a cheating hotwife is turned loose on a tropical island resort filled with couples struggling to repair their marriages?
Ron and Jessica have found a new game, but how long will Jessica play by the rules? And is their marriage really over? How long will Ally want to stick around in this bizarre triangle?
The story will continue in The Taste of Her Truth, Part I. Get your copy here!
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