The Pride of a Worthless Housewife

Written by J.N. Aitek for The Arkayz Bible
First published January 2006
Version 1.1

I had only been at the dinner party for five minutes but already I've had two glasses of wine. Unlike the other women in the room, I didn't have a husband--two years ago he ran away for a younger and more attractive girl, leaving me with our 7-year-old son Tom. When I arrived at this dinner party, I arrived with my son Tom, but he quickly walked away from me and played with the other kids.

As I looked around, I realized that I just didn't fit in with this crowd. I hardly knew anyone, and the thought of talking to someone just scared me.

"Hi Raeann, are you enjoying the party?" asked someone behind me.

I turned around and found Justine, the person hosting the party. She was the one who invited me here. Justine went to the same church as I did--that's how we met. Justine probably wanted to make friends with me because she had no friends at church. I liked her because she seemed like a very cheerful girl. She also had lovely smooth black hair.

While Justine was talking to me, some stranger simple barged into our conversation very rudely. It was a woman wearing a very neat blue-navy suit.

"Justine!" said the rude woman. "Oh, this is such a lovely party."

Justine smiled back. "Hi, Melinda! I haven't seen you in years." When Justine saw her friend Melinda looking at me, she said, "Oh, this is Raeann. I met her at church."

Melinda looked at me, giving me an opportunity to see her face. She had brown hair, unlike Justine's black hair, but Melinda's brown hair seemed just as smooth and flowing as Justine's. The dark brown hair also seemed to complement well with the woman's dark suit.

Melinda looked at Justine with surprise. "Since when did you go to church?"

"Oh, I'm just trying it out! You know, seeing what else there is in life." Justine kept smiling.

"Are you still working at Pfizer?"

Justine nodded. "I got that promotion. I'm a Senior Research Scientist now."

Melinda nodded slowly. "Wow, that's impressive."

"What about you, Melinda?" asked Justine. "Are you still at Clayton Utz?"

"Yes, I am. I became a partner last year."

"Good for you," said Justine, her eyes wide open.

There was a moment of silence and then Melinda looked at me. "I don't think I've met someone who regularly goes to church, Raeann. I'm actually thinking of going to church myself."

"You can walk in any time you want," I said. "The priest would love to see new faces."

"So what do you do for a living?"

I paused for a few seconds. "Oh, I'm just a stay-at-home mom."

"Wow! That's great." Melinda had a giant smile now. "Um, how many kids do you have?"

"Just one boy aged 7. He's around here somewhere."

"I don't have any kids...maybe I'll save it till I'm 30 or 40," said Melinda. "A friend of mine adopted a girl. I might do that. That way I won't gain weight after pregnancy."

I looked down at my own belly.

Melinda quickly spoke. "Oh, no, Raeann, I'm not saying you're fat or anything!" She started laughing out loudly. "No, it's just that I easily gain weight. It's something to do with my metabolism."

"No, that's okay," I said. "I understand. After my pregnancy I was a little fat."

"Is it tough being a housewife?" asked Justine.

"Yeah, it sure is. I have to change diapers, feed the baby...you know, all that." Memories from my past started to enter my mind. "When I was with my husband, I had to do a lot of cleaning, so now that my husband's gone there's less cleaning to do."

Both Justine and Melinda laughed at what I said, which made me feel good.

"Men can be just like children," said Melinda. "Sometimes we women have to be firm with our husbands to turn them into proper men."

"I don't mind serving my husband and child," I said. "I mean, I'm a woman, so that's what I've got to do."

The smile had gone off both Justine's and Melinda's faces. They looked at me with concern. I felt nervous now.

"Excuse me, I need to refill my wine glass," said Melinda, walking away.

When Melinda was gone, I was left with Justine, and she kept smiling at me as always.

"Did I say something wrong?" I asked Justine.

"Oh, no, don't worry. That's just the way Melinda is."

I forced out a mild laugh.

"Have you tried the potatoes here?" asked Justine. "How do you like them?"

I looked at the food table and saw the baked potatoes. "They look good," I said. "I'll try them now." I picked up a potato piece with a disposable fork and dumped the piece of potato into some butter before popping it in my mouth. The potato tasted surprisingly good. "It's fantastic! How'd you cook it?"

Justine kept laughing. "No, I didn't cook it. My husband made it."

"Your husband cooks? You are really lucky to have such a man!"

"He doesn't do ALL the cooking, maybe 40 percent."

"My ex-husband would never do that."

"My husband's in the kitchen right now if you want to ask him about the recipe."

"Okay." I grabbed my glass of wine and walked off, suspecting that Justine wanted to get rid of me anyway.

As I walked by the living room I found my little boy Tommy. He was playing with three other smaller kids. These kids were the only kids at the dinner party. Tommy seemed to be having fun with the kids. He liked to walk around and poke people with his finger. That's what he was doing now to all the other kids, who were trying to run away from him as he poked them.

When I arrived in the kitchen I found a man taking out a chicken from the oven. This must have been Justine's husband. He looked at me when I entered.

"Hi, uh, I'm a friend of Justine's. She told me you made the potatoes out there. I was just wondering whether you could share the recipe with me because it's really good!"

Justine's husband smiled. "My name's Bill. What's yours?"

"I'm sorry, I'm Raeann." I looked at Bill. He was tall, dark, and very handsome. He had large shoulders and lots of muscles, although not too much.

"You can give me your e-mail," said Bill, "and I can e-mail you the recipe."

"Oh, no, uh, I don't actually have the Internet."

"I see. Well, nevermind. Maybe you can give me your home address. I'll print out the recipe and hand-deliver it to you."

"Okay." I grabbed a pen and jotted down my address on a piece of paper nearby. Justine's husband Bill picked it up and looked at the address.

"I'll have the recipes ready in a few days." He went back to the sink and started washing up.

I decided to speak. "Are you, uh, forced to do the cooking? Does Justine make you do this?"

"No, not at all," he said. "We both share the housework."

"Share?"

"Both Justine and I work, so we don't get that much time to prepare food. We often eat out. Otherwise, we divide the cooking because Justine's not really good at cooking."

I laughed. "She's a woman. Shouldn't she be good at cooking?"

"Not necessarily," said Bill. "Not all women are like that."

I felt uneasy. Bill seemed nervous as well.

"It's just that...with my husband," I said. "I spent a lot of time cooking for him. I guess he's one of those traditional men. I wanted to make my husband into a man I could be proud of."

Bill walked up to me. "Is your husband still with you?"

I put my head down. "No."

"What happened?"

"He went off with another woman...a much younger one."

Bill nodded as if he expected me to say what I said.

"I'm sorry," he said.

I kept thinking about my ex-husband. He was such a trailer trash loser. If I could turn back time I would never marry a man like him.

I started crying. I couldn't hold it in. There were so many things in my life I regretted. Justine's husband seemed apologetic and actually held me in his big strong arms. His body was so warm. In fact, on my waist I felt the man's giant penis sticking out, tenting his pants, and poking my body. Bill must have liked me, or perhaps the sight of a woman crying turned him on.

Without thinking, I brought my mouth closer to his and kissed him, feeling my tongue in his warm mouth, feeling our moist lips stick upon contact. The sharp spiky hair stubs on his moustache roughly massaged my smooth skin. He kissed me back and briefly touched my breasts, but he quickly let go and pushed me away.

"I, uh, I shouldn't," he said, before walking out of the kitchen.

I stood alone in the kitchen with the taste of the man's saliva still in my mouth. My right breast still stung a little where the man had placed his hands and squeezed firmly. In a way I was glad Bill did what he did. Even though I wanted him so badly I knew I couldn't have him, and perhaps he felt the same way about me.

From the kitchen bench I grabbed a glass and looked for wine to fill it up. There was no wine bottle nearby, so I walked into the pantry. The pantry was like a little room. As I went in, the door closed behind me, inundating me in darkness. It must have been one of those automatically closing doors. I was about to open the door but then heard two people entering the kitchen. I could see the two women who entered the kitchen because the pantry door had horizontal holes. Melinda was looking around the kitchen while Justine stood by the door and drank a glass of juice.

"Where's your husband, Justine?" asked Melinda. "I thought you said he was in the kitchen."

Justine spoke. "I told Raeann to come in here, so perhaps those two have gone off somewhere."

"Be careful, Justine," said Melinda. "Raeann could steal your husband!"

Justine laughed. "That's not likely. Why would Bill want to be with someone like Raeann? That's not him."

"Raeann's weird," said Melinda. "Did you hear her talk? I mean, she's like one of those Stepford Wives! She's a complete prostitute, a whore."

"I suppose she's just a different type of woman."

Hidden in the pantry, I could hear everything these women were saying about me. I got rather angry listening to them.

"I think what she's doing is just shameful," said Melissa. "I mean, as women nowadays we don't get the respect we deserve in this society, and the reason is because not enough women are willing to demonstrate that they deserve respect. There are so many women out there who are willing to be slaves to men! These women are the ones who bring down the rest of us."

Justine walked out and Melinda followed her.

When I walked out from the kitchen, I held my empty glass and looked for the nearest bottle of wine. When I found a bottle of red wine, I filled up my glass and gulped the liquid down quickly. I felt mad now. I felt completely alone and isolated. Everyone around me was against me. All these women were looking down upon me. I felt like my small sense of self-respect had just disintegrated. In particular I was mad with Justine. When we met in church, she had been so nice to me, and now when she thought I wasn't around she made comments that really hurt me.

My eyes spotted Justine's husband Bill on the other side of the room. He was talking to another man who was shorter and much less handsome than he was. Justine believed her husband Bill would never want to be with me, but how would she explain the boner he got when he held me in his arm? It was quite a massive boner as well.

I walked up to Bill. When he saw me he looked nervous again.

"Hello, Bill, um, could you follow me for a second? I think your toilet's broken." I normally don't lie, but right now I felt like I had to lie.

"There's something wrong with the toilet?"

"It doesn't seem to flush. The toilet water is going yellow."

Bill looked concerned. "I'll take a look."

As Bill hurried towards the bathroom, I followed closely behind. When he arrived in the bathroom, he went straight to the toilet and opened the lid. I closed the bathroom door behind me and locked it.

The bathroom was rather big. Not only was there a toilet but there was also a shower, a bath, hand basins, a sink, and plenty of free space. Although the party outside was very loud--people were chattering and the CD player blasted out rap music--the bathroom was relatively quiet, maybe because the walls were sound resistant.

Bill pressed on the flusher and the toilet flushed as normal. "Seems fine to me," he said. "You have to press on the button with more force."

Since his back was turned to me, I walked over to him. As I did so I took off my clothes till I only wore my black bra and panties. I grabbed him from behind and threw him on the tiled floor near the toilet. He looked up at me in my revealing clothing. His eyes widened. His boner was massive!

"What are you doing?" he asked.

I jumped on the man and pressed my mouth against his. I drilled my pussy against the top of the tent that had formed on his pants. My pussy rubbing on the man's penis under his clothing must have aroused him because he moaned loudly for a while. Bill then grabbed my shoulder and pushed me off. He was strong, so I was hurled back rather easily. He then stood up, but as soon as he stood up I ran into him again and pushed him on the toilet. He was sitting on the toilet now and I was sitting on his lap as a little girl would sit on Santa's lap at a department store. Once again the man grabbed me, and as he did I ripped my bra off, exposing my breasts to him. His eyes widened, his pupils dilated, and he stared at my boobs for a while before looking back up at my face. He stood up and, still holding me by the shoulders, pushed me against the bathroom wall.

"Stop this," he said firmly, his face about seven inches from mine. "I can hurt you if I wanted to."

"Go ahead," I told him. "Hurt me! Rape me!"

The anger in his eyes seemed to vanish, so I jumped on him again and forced him to the ground. As he lied on the ground on his back, I straddled him. I swung my fist back and punched the man on the face. He never expected it. If I hit him enough hopefully he'd hit me back. I brought my fist back up again and this time slammed it down hard on his belly, winding him. He brought his hands to his belly as a reflex. His face tightened in pain. His eyes were watering, and his breathing became rapid and erratic.

Very quickly I unzipped the man's pants, released his large penis from underneath his boxers, and quickly enveloped the massive penis with my mouth, slurping and sucking on it. Bill moaned loudly as the sensation combined with the pain in his upper body.

"Aahhh!" he cried. "No...what are you..."

I increased the speed at which I bobbed my head up and down, feeling the penis enlarge as I did so. I then ripped off my panties, exposing my shaved pussy. With his penis large as ever and starting to ooze pre-cum, I brought my pussy lips up and positioned the tip of his penis at the opening of my pussy before jumping down on the man, feeling his penis piledrive up into my body. He loudly vocalized.

I then brought my face down close to his and then spat on his face before punching him again. He was getting rather annoyed. I lifted my hips up and down, tightly massaging his penis. I was going to punch Bill in the face again but this time he grabbed me by the back of my head with his left hand. My eyes then quickly saw his right fist fly up towards me as he punched me on the face. I felt pain explode in my head. I was blinded for a moment, and my ears started ringing, but I kept moving my hips up and down, trying to milk his wiener.

"Hit me, Bill!" I screamed. "Hit me!" I felt close to orgasm.

Bill grabbed me by my neck and held me. "You crazy bitch!" He hit me again but this time he simultaneously moved his body away so that I was humping air. He hit against my breast with such force that I felt my breasts springing me into the air.

I got up from the ground just as Bill got up from the ground. He had a huge boner with my juices dripping off it. I was at the edge of my climax and needed his penis, so I ran up to him again. Bill grabbed me very skillfully and threw me against the toilet. As I fell, my head smashed against the white rim of the toilet bowl and an immense pain shot through my head.

"Shit!" cried Bill, running up to me. "Oh, God!" He grabbed me by the shoulders and picked me up.

My mind was going warm. My vision was starting to fuzz up. As Bill held me, I looked down at the toilet and noticed the bright red blood splashed all over the white toilet. I brought my hand to my hair and rubbed for a while before moving my hand in front of my face. My hand was drenched in red blood. Some of the blood dripped off my fingers, the droplets landing on my face. My pussy was still tingling strongly. I needed to cum. Bill had his fingers in my hair. He was inspecting the wound on my head.

"It won't require stitches," he said. "A band-aid might be fine, but we might have to shave this region to remove the hair."

The man laid me down on the ground. I looked up at the toilet. His penis was only about half-erect now as he fiddled with my hair. I tried to grab him again, but he expected it and quickly brought his hands from my head and grabbed my wrists firmly. As I flailed and shook my arms around, he tightened his biceps and stabilized my flailing until I could only squirm. He then looked down at my face.

"What are you doing?" he asked. "You're bleeding. Hold still and I'll help you."

He let go of my arms and went back to my head, trying to press his fingers against it to stop the blood flowing out. He was so nice. He was like my dad before I left home and married that trailer trash boy. I started crying again.

Bill heard me. He moved his face closer to mine. "What's wrong? Does your head hurt? What if I pressed harder?" He pressed a finger harder against my head.

My voice was weak. I felt drained of energy. "I want you to fuck me, Bill."

"What?" Bill paused. "But...I...I'm married."

I spoke, almost whispered. "If you don't start fucking, hitting, and strangling me, Bill, I'm gonna hit you, and if you don't hit me back to stop me hitting you, I'll...I'll hit myself. I'll fucking smash my head against that toilet. I'll kill myself and it'll be all your fault."

"What?" He looked at me. "Why would you do that?"

"Start fucking me!" I threw a punch in his direction, but he caught me by the wrist.

"Okay then, I'll do it. But you must promise not to hurt yourself."

I nodded.

Bill continued. "And go see a psychologist, please."

I nodded again, this time putting my hands on his bum cheeks and bringing his penis down towards my wet pussy. As soon as his penis made contact with my pussy, it hardened again.

Bill spoke. "Also, don't tell my wife."

I pulled against one end of his belt and threw it away. His pants easily slid down all the way to his shins. He loaded his rock-hard penis in my vagina and started kissing me on my face, licking my cheeks, eyes, and my nose, licking away the blood and tears. He then kissed me on the mouth while softly grinding his penis in me.

He separated his face from mine and kneeled up so that his penis could go further down into me. He then started pumping his penis in and out from my pussy. Each thrust created new pleasure that rippled throughout my body.

"Aren't you going to hurt me, Bill?"

Bill looked down at me. He made a fist with his hand, brought it up, and held it there hesitantly.

"Hit me, Bill, or I'll tell your wife about what we're doing!"

Bill then hit me on my face, making me dizzy in the head again. My head bounced from side to side as he hit me again. While he hit me he kept fucking me, this time harder. The pain from my head quickly diffused through the body and conflicted with the pleasure coming from my pussy. Bill then took his penis out from my pussy and stood up. The pleasure was temporarily stalled, and all that was left was pain. I was about to complain, but then Bill grabbed my hips with his left hand and with his right hand on the back of my head dunked me face-first into the toilet bowl. He forced my head into the water, which started to turn red. I felt water surround me as he flushed the toilet. My pussy felt full now. He was fucking me from behind, smashing my soft flexible body against the hardness of the toilet. I could hear nothing when my face was underwater, but after a while he pulled my head back up and I gulped in as much air as I could. While my head was above water, so too were my ears and I could hear Bill loudly grunting as he rammed his penis into my pussy. My feet on the tiled floor started to give way with the force of his fucking and I fell, feeling my pubes making contact with the floor. But Bill still held my head in the toilet bowl. My breasts pressed against the rim of the toilet. My whole upper body was twisted and bending. Bill just kept fucking me. My head wasn't above water for long. He pushed my head back in with so much force my face smashed against the surface of the bowl, making me see black for a while before a new gush of blood streamed out from a new wound.

Bill had enough of this awkward toilet sex. He lifted me up and threw himself to the floor with me underneath him. As I fell, my body fell faster than his body, so my pussy disassociated from his cock, my body spun around in the air, and I landed on my back a few microseconds before his chest landed on my boobs, his penis slotting into my vagina perfectly. We head butted each other when we landed.

Bill started fucking me roughly. He grunted loudly and held me down. His hands on my neck started strangling me. He kept fucking me. My pussy was burning. Bill's face was high above mine. His arm looked so tall as it jutted from my neck, like a skyscraper reaching for the sky. As he strangled and fucked me, I felt so vulnerable, so dependent on him. He decided whether I died or lived, whether I was healed or sick. He created me, so He had the power to destroy me.

I reached orgasm and started cumming. A wave of pussy juices gushed out and drenched his penis. I felt the semen squirting from his penis deep into me, like I was touched by a divine and almighty force. He let go of my neck and when he hit me on the face again, I had another orgasm.

Then it was over. Exhausted, Bill's body collapsed on mine.

A minute later, Bill got off me and zipped up his pants. He told me to put my clothes back on. His clothes were a little moist with toilet water. With toilet paper he wiped away the blood and flushed the dirty paper down the toilet. Since he had dunked my head in the toilet water earlier and flushed it, my face and head were now rather free of blood. He kissed me on the cheeks and told me to go home.

THE END