Women Waiting To Get Fucked

Wayne looked at you with a big smile. "John, I want you to look at the faces of all these women. Go ahead, walk around if you'd like." As you slowly made your way around the room, you took note of each woman's reaction. Surprisingly, they all looked happy. Many appeared to be on the edge of or in the middle of an orgasm. Even the woman who was having her large chest assaulted had a mischievous smile on her face. How could these (mostly) beautiful women enjoy sex with men who were so far, well, below what they were capable of attracting?

As you made your way back to the front of the room, you and Wayne took seats on an empty couch. "John, I think this requires some explanation. I don't want to waste the time I have here though in the singles room. Mind if I get a blow job while we talk?" You nod, partially out of curiosity, partially because you were turned on. Wayne snapped, and a woman from the group standing near the door came over to him. Without saying a word she got on her knees, swallowed his cock, and began deep throating. Wayne reached down and started palming her breast.

"John, the feminist revolution was great. It allowed women to have a choice. The problem is that this same revolution made women feel ashamed if they still wanted to devote their lives to their husband. As the revolution took off we found that a number of women wanted to join our cause. They wanted to be with men who knew how to handle a relationship where the man came first and the woman came second. Let me ask you this John, do you see more men here or more women?"

"Women" you answered. "Here's what's crazy" Wayne said. "Every man here is married to a woman who is currently in the room behind the stage. Every woman here is single; hence why this is called the Singles Room. We have roughly 2.5 women for every man. That's how much women want to be in this organization. These women may go years before finding a husband, if at all. They believe so much in our way of life though that they are here, every Sunday, and they make their bodies available to any man who desires them."

As you nodded your head, Wayne's throat made a weird sound. He quickly pushed the woman off of his dick, then shot his load on her face. She actually thanked him for the load, then went up and walked back to the front of the room with his cum still on her face.

"John, this is always the toughest part for a new member to accept. You've been raised to treat women like equals. Well, some women don't want to be equals! You've been raised to think that certain acts, like anal sex, are not pleasurable to women. Well, some women enjoy those acts simply because you enjoy them. You've been raised to think that women were more than housekeepers. Well, some women only want to be housekeepers! Being a Whittman or Whittwoman allows women to live that lifestyle. It allows them to find men who will help them achieve their goals of being a servant to their husband."