Rightful Revenge (futa on female, hyper, muscles, cuck)

Amanda stared down at the kitchen counter. Towering over the raised, tiled surface, her brown eyes looked past her bulging, flannel covered chest down to the contents that were spread across the counter, illuminated by the midday light from a nearby window. Her mug of cold coffee from hours before, the heap of various items she’d just removed from her pockets, a still-rolled up newspaper that was covered in the drying remnants of morning dew were all strewn before her; there was more, of course, but one thing stood out from the regular, domestic mess. Reaching down with a massively muscled arm, the ripped-off sleeve of her shirt scratching against her tough, tanned flesh, she plucked the foreign object off the counter and lifted it into the air, dangling it in front of her scowling face. 

Who in the fuck’s keys were these?

Gripped between her calloused fingers was a circular, dull-steel chain with several keys attached to it. None of them looked like the ones in her or her husband Dani’s set, one of the unlocking-tools even colored by pink paint - but what color they were didn’t matter; what did was that she didn’t recognize them! Amanda didn’t know who they belonged to, and her mind automatically assumed the worst, the more tame possibilities not even crossing her thoughts due to the kind of person her husband had become. A growl emanated from her throat, and she closed her fist around the loose set of molded metal, a crunching sound vibrating from between her meaty fingers as anger began coursing through her enormous being. Dropping the now-destroyed clump of crushed steel back onto the counter, she turned around slowly and made her way to the bedroom, the place she knew she’d find Dani, her feet thundering across the carpeted floor. 

She hadn’t noticed anything out of the ordinary when she got home, only her husband’s car parked in the driveway, something she expected to find on his day off. While she had been at work all morning, an accident at the site caused the whole site to shut down early, forcing her into a half-day; some young dumbass fell into a hole they were digging to eventually lay foundation in, and broke his ankle - OSHA and all that. Amanda had hoped to come home and surprise her husband, maybe get in a bit of Afternoon Delight in – if she could convince him for once, that is – but as it was turning out, she was the one in for a surprise. The closer she got to the bedroom, the more her suspicions were confirmed, and once she was standing right outside the door, there was no way it could be anything but what she had feared.

The sounds of sheets ruffling and the rubbing together of bodies filled her ears. Amanda could hear husband’s voice, and the moan of a young woman following it, both noises she knew well. Her hand gripped the doorknob hard enough to leave dents in the brass, veins popping out across her skin, stretching across her face-sized forearm, up to the curl of her bowling ball-comparable bicep. The maze of blood-pumping arteries didn’t stop there, disappearing under her tight flannel top before reappearing at her tree trunk of a neck. Hand shaking hard enough to rattle the ent

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