So She Likes It When You Do That?

"No worries dude. You probably think I'm a punk for doing all this shit to Jennifer huh?" Bobby answered. You tried to stutter out a "no" but you couldn't. "I get it" he said. "It was hard for me when I turned 18 to learn how to use my mom properly. You just have to understand a few things though."

"The Whittman philosophy only works if you believe it 100%. Our philosophy states that we need to use our wives for whatever we please. That way we are successful in other areas of life. Your instinct will be to treat your wife like a goddess. Again, I get it. Once I turned 18 and realized that, on top of my mom still cooking and cleaning for me, that I got to fuck her too, I treated her like she was the queen. The problem is that that attitude doesn't do you or your wife any favors."

Bobby continued, "Let me tell you a story. A few months ago this bitch at school made fun of me for supposedly having bad breath. I was so pissed that, after the gathering, Wayne came over to calm me down. He's been sort of a father figure since I never knew my real dad. He asked me if I was angry and why. I told him I was angry and I gave him the background. He asked me if I would feel better if I slapped someone. I told him I would. Then he told me that that was exactly what I should do."

"I was uncomfortable but he asked me to do it as a favor to him. He led me down to the singles room and to Jennifer. He asked Jennifer to stand against the wall with her hands behind her. He then asked me to slap her. I did....it felt weird but okay. He asked me to slap her a few more times. Each time it felt better and better. He then asked me where else I wanted to slap her. Well, no man can resist the big jugs in Jennifer, so I gave them a few slaps. I began to feel awesome. Like, the anger was melting off of me. Soon I was slapping her cunt and her ass. Wayne told me that I just discovered one of the biggest secrets to being a Whittman."

You were enamored with his story. Bobby continued. "After I was done Wayne asked Jennifer how she felt about what just happened. She said that she felt honored that I chose her body to release my stress on. She like, seriously was happy after being pummled. At that moment I realized the truth. Jennifer really did enjoy being slapped because it made me happy. On top of that, I wasn't angry anymore which was awesome!"

"See John, you have to be honest with your wife. If you’re mad, let her have it. The rule is no closed fists, kicks, and you can't do anything that leaves a permanent mark. Otherwise, however you need to release your anger, go for it. Understand that Whittwomen can sense when you're bullshitting. They want to serve you and they don't care what that means they have to do. They know if you're not asking them to do what you really want them to do. They'll never call you on it, but you can see it on their face."

"Since then I let my anger out on her when I needed too. My grades shot up to the stratosphere, and mom seemed happier too. After a while I started focusing on doing what I wanted. That meant having mom sleep next to the bed. I roll around so much and it sucks with another person there. I would make her sit by my dick when I napped too. Like, I didn't like waking up with a boner and not having someone right there to take care of it. Since I love it, she loves it too."

Your eyes lit up. It all made sense. Bobby wanted to fuck Jennifer without lube. Had he put lube on, he would've enjoyed it less and Jennifer would've sensed that. It was actually better for both of them that he did what he wanted. "Thanks Bobby, this is an eye-opening talk" you said. "No problem John, let me know if I can be of any help. Wish me luck on the boss too. If I can't beat them then someone's gonna pay." You actually laughed at that comment, as did Jennifer. You went back to Sarah's room; enlightened and ready to enjoy your date.