Donna Dominates Her Man!-3

Donna walked over to her husband's recliner with an attitude in her stride, then after placing her massive, ripped, huge powerful mega-thick female muscular female physique between him and his view of the T.V., while holding her strong hands on her thick muscular hips, Donna said; "Hi Mike." In her womanly voice........Without a word, Mike's eyes looked over his wife Donna's mountainous muscular physique standing directly in front of him. Donna just stood there, with super human strength just oozing from her panted red toe nails on the carpet to her thick, ripped muscular tear dropped legs, stacked on to a thickly muscular waist, which was stacked on to a thickly muscular chest with two huge enormous tits standing out, that was attached to two super huge, thickly muscular arms attached to two thickly muscular bowling ball shoulders. While Donna slightly bent her head, Mike was horizontal, looking up at his wife's muscular body, like he was in a valley looking up at the mountains. Donna's hugely thick, muscular physique stretched far in height above him, reaching and towering over where Mike was sitting like a giant obelisk, while throwing her wide dark shadow over his recliner, and the carpet behind it, engulfing Mike and everything around him in darkness. The contrast between Donna's 5 foot 5 inch super huge, thickly beefy, hyper-ripped and shredded female muscular female physique, which was at least twice as heavy as her husband Mike's 6 foot 265 pound body, was like comparing a tractor trailer trailer against a Volkswagen. The comparison breath into existence something unspoken between them, with rights and privileges that were both sinister and succulent. Both Donna and Mike knew about it and accepted it............Donna's eyes then narrowed as she looked down carefully at her husband. Donna didn't seem to notice that her long raven black hair had fallen into the black hole of her deep, womanly cleavage. Donna stared down at her husband like a Goddess from the heavens, almost like a mistress does to her lowly servant. Mike then retreated his eyes downwards to the carpeted floor, then slowly started moving his eyes upwards again. Donna's thick mountain of muscularity was still there. Mike then swallowed the immovable lump that had surfaced in his throat. Mike couldn't ignore the fact, with just one look at how muscular his wife had gotten these past five years, and she continued growing stronger and more muscular on a daily bases, Donna had him successfully and completely intimidated. With what little composure Mike had left, was taken away by the sight of his wife's thickly ripped abdominal muscles that growled fiercely at him. Mike's frightened brain scrambled to put enough words together, so he could say........."What um, are you doing Donna?" Mike finally stammered out. Donna just continued to stare at her husband as she said in a forceful way; "Mike, I need something from you." Then with her right hand, Donna flicked her long raven black hair from her cleavage, then returned her hand to her hip, completing an indomitable superhero pose. Donna's long raven black hair dove back into her cleavage again. Donna's muscles hadn't lost any of their 100% pump, since she finished her last work out three hours earlier. "Um, um, okay Donna." Mike stammered again, trying to answer his muscular wife. Then Mike's eyes were very anxious to see, as his limbs twitched tense with anticipation. Sitting in front of his muscular wife, Mike waited to see what pose Donna would do. Donna then proudly struck the same pose that she had in the bath room mirror 15 minutes earlier. Donna's mountainous biceps rocketed upwards again pointing towards the ceiling, while her triceps exploded out with thick blue veined and thick beefy muscle. While Donna's muscular lats flared out unbelievably bigger then they were a moment ago, which doubled her size and horribleness........."Notice anything Mike?" Donna's far away voice said from above, as she held her huge muscular arms up, that looked like two mountainous volcanoes ready to erupt. Mike didn't take the bait. Donna let out a very wicked laugh, as her husband just sat there staring at her mega-pose with a hard on in his jeans on that could choke a horse, and an embarrassment in his eyes above. Donna then ended her posing show, and spared her husband farther tease, for now as she lowered her massively muscular arms. "You haven't said anything yet Michael." Donna commented as a slow smile crossed her lips, then she asked her husband; "Are you afraid of me Mike?" End Of Part 3