When Francine learns that her husband is having an affair with their maid, Janice, she decides to take matters into her own hands. However, as such things tend to do, everything backfires spectacularly and it's Francine who must now partake of the dish she intended to serve her maid.

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I laid in bed awake, pretending to be asleep as my no good for nothing, two-timing husband cheated on me with that damn maid for the last time.

Was he so blind that he really thought he could get up out of bed every morning at the same exact time without me knowing?

At first I thought he was just having a late-night snack or something, but one time I followed him.

That was when I saw him in the arms of our new maid, Janice. I should've known something smelled fishy when my husband recommended her to me. I thought he was just doing it out of the kindness of his heart, but he wasn't.

I didn't have anything against her, per se, but after a couple of months of my husband sticking his dick in places where it didn't belong, I was through playing second fiddle.

I had plotted and waited and in a few hours when my husband left on his yearly business trip, I was going to change a few things.

When my husband returns from his trip, things are going to be different - a lot different.

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I pretended to sleep in so that I wouldn't have to see my pathetic husband before he left. Once he was gone, however, I set my plan into motion.

I smiled a devious smile when I thought about my "punishment" for my maid's indiscretions. It was almost too good. I had a surprise in store for her that was going to knock her socks off.

"Good morning, madam!" Janice said sweetly. She had absolutely no idea what was coming.

I smiled and greeted her, absolutely elated at what was about to transpire. It would be sweet, sweet home-made justice.

"Would you like me to put the tea on?" She asked as she prepared the table for breakfast.

"You know what, Janice?" This was it; this was the sell. "You've been working extra hard lately. Why don't you let me get the tea."

Janice inhaled sharply. "Madam!" She put her hand over her heart and her eyes went wide. "This is...are you sure?"

"Yes, quite." I smiled brightly.

"Well, then. Okay. Sure." She stuttered, trying to find the words of her gratitude. If she only knew what I had planned, she wouldn't be so grateful.

"Excellent," I said, starting for the kitchen. "I'll bring it out when it's ready."

As soon as I was alone with my thoughts, I let out the deep breath that I didn't realize I was holding.

A million thoughts crowded my brain, but I pushed them away. Now was not the time to question my devious plan.