Anyone else critical of another guys cock size for your hotwife even if you aren’t bi?

[Bluealltheway6]

I know it’s up to the hotwife, but recently my hotwife hooked up with a guy that wasn’t that hung and while she had fun I think it left her lacking a little bit. When I asked her about it she said it was more of a natural hookup than something set up beforehand. After she showed me the pics and vid’s he was pretty mediocre and usually she’s more of a size queen. This happen to anyone else?

[isinlarsa]

I can't say that it has; but I do think that we husbands of hotwives like to envision that she is being fucked with a large cock perhaps even more than our wives do. It's the visual of a large cock entering her.

[Bluetoed]

So many historical issues in this world would not exist if men actually understood what women really want.

Yes there are women to whom size matters. In fact, that probably describes most women. But even when considering all of those women, size is only one of many things they want. Most of them would NOT turn a guy away who hits all their other desires but only has an average dick. In fact, even a small dick can be compensated by so many other things that they want from a man.

And that's good news for pretty much all of us here!

[hotfreaks]

I'm happy when my wife let's any other man fuck her, however, I do prefer that the guy be much bigger and thicker. I get off on her getting what I could never give

[shorebird]

Well don't leave us in suspense what do women really want?

[Tire_Kicker]

So many historical issues in this world would not exist if men actually understood what women really want.

Yes there are women to whom size matters. In fact, that probably describes most women. But even when considering all of those women, size is only one of many things they want. Most of them would NOT turn a guy away who hits all their other desires but only has an average dick. In fact, even a small dick can be compensated by so many other things that they want from a man.

And that's good news for pretty much all of us here!

Bolded for truth...

My wife is more of a Vixen, a really picky one, she enjoys being mine. Four guys in forty years, only got to watch once. We prefer that I listen from the next room with door cracked. With that said, to her a perfect cock can touch the top but not too hard while the base grinds into her clitoris and she can feel you balls deep. In other words...Me!

She's had a couple of big ones more for me than for her.

[Her number1]

So many historical issues in this world would not exist if men actually understood what women really want.

Yes there are women to whom size matters. In fact, that probably describes most women. But even when considering all of those women, size is only one of many things they want. Most of them would NOT turn a guy away who hits all their other desires but only has an average dick. In fact, even a small dick can be compensated by so many other things that they want from a man.

And that's good news for pretty much all of us here!

Bolded for truth...

My wife is more of a Vixen, a really picky one, she enjoys being mine. Four guys in forty years, only got to watch once. We prefer that I listen from the next room with door cracked. With that said, to her a perfect cock can touch the top but not too hard while the base grinds into her clitoris and she can feel you balls deep. In other words...Me!

She's had a couple of big ones more for me than for her.

Tire kicker,
What do you consider a vixen?

[iloanmywife]

I know it’s up to the hotwife, but recently my hotwife hooked up with a guy that wasn’t that hung and while she had fun I think it left her lacking a little bit. When I asked her about it she said it was more of a natural hookup than something set up beforehand. After she showed me the pics and vid’s he was pretty mediocre and usually she’s more of a size queen. This happen to anyone else?

You don't need to be bi to notice cock size. One particular guy she used to see never seemed to get fully erect until he was inside of her. I insisted that he wasn't thaaaat much bigger than I am, but she scoffed and said he was hitting deep spots. She had pictures to prove her point (which were impressive), but I still thought he looked underwhelming in person.

My wife prefers to play with men who are more endowed than me. That's certainly not her only criteria, but it's definitely a criteria. I've sometimes looked across the bed and wondered what all the fuss is about, at least for men who aren't ridiculously blessed (she's had those as well). She say it's not that it's an inch or so more, it's that it's the LAST inch or so more.

[Doppio]

Sure, it happens from time to time that the bulls cock is not above average. My gf is more into girth than lenght, and she tries to only pick the thick ones, but sometimes there is no proper chance to vet a bull and she has to take a chance. I find it quite irritating - even more that my gf does, but that is part of the game.

[Tire_Kicker]

So many historical issues in this world would not exist if men actually understood what women really want.

Yes there are women to whom size matters. In fact, that probably describes most women. But even when considering all of those women, size is only one of many things they want. Most of them would NOT turn a guy away who hits all their other desires but only has an average dick. In fact, even a small dick can be compensated by so many other things that they want from a man.

And that's good news for pretty much all of us here!

Bolded for truth...

My wife is more of a Vixen, a really picky one, she enjoys being mine. Four guys in forty years, only got to watch once. We prefer that I listen from the next room with door cracked. With that said, to her a perfect cock can touch the top but not too hard while the base grinds into her clitoris and she can feel you balls deep. In other words...Me!

She's had a couple of big ones more for me than for her.

Tire kicker,
What do you consider a vixen?

Good Question #1

I actually started reading forums like this one looking for information about why some men feel aroused by the thought (or action) of their women with other partners. My GF and I started out in an open relationship without knowing such a thing existed. I was just back from the Marines and she was headed off to college, we both knew we wanted to be together, we also knew that being apart and young things might happen. We agreed it wouldn't be a deal breaker if we saw others.

We got together as often as we could given the distance, she pretty much couldn't stand the thought of me with anyone so I kept it to myself. This didn't keep her from telling me about a few of her romps, to my surprise I was turned on by the thought of her with someone else. Long story short, we wound up married with children have a good life together, a few years into this we started talking dirty in bed and doing a little fantasizing. She was hot and attracted her share of attention, she liked telling me about it and watching my reaction. She always felt guys were deathly afraid of flirting with her because she was my wife. She knew it turned me on but also that it was only a fantasy and if anyone really tried anything with her I would give him a six foot head start on his way to hell.

As the pillow talk progressed through the years and we became more adventurous, I would describe scenarios where she let so and so take her behind the concession stand last night at the races or some such thing and we would both come hard. Afterward it was like, who, what?

Anyway all of this will be in a story I'm writing, to fast forward, she had permission early on to "experiment" should she choose. A couple of times I even made a suggestion or two. Her answer was always the same, "I will choose with whom and when." There was no lack of sex in our relationship, I was always ready and she was always willing. After we became empty nesters, things changed, she started riding me hard about seemingly everything. That spring I basically moved to the cabin up by the lake, the drive to work was hell but home wasn't happy. I regularly ate at a diner along the way and basically this young waitress wound up moving in with me. That was my two year lost weekend... Eventually realized how stupid I was and went home, we really worked at betting right again and things started getting back to better than we were before.

It was probably a year later we were in Vegas, I had to pick up an engine at the Dyno place so we drove, just the two of us. I left her at the Hotel/Casino while I went off to the Dyno pull and to get everything loaded up. I had promised to try and be back early enough to do something an as usual was later than I'd hoped. I expected her to be pissed but as I walked through the Casino I spotted her at a Roulette table and made my way over. She appeared to have a buzz going, she also had a shitload of chips stacked in front of her. Frankie is lucky like that... She was in a really good mood

Turns out she had every chip of that color on the table! She seemed to have gotten really friendly with the dealer as well. She informed me that Albert was getting off in an hour and had invited her come play at a casino closer to where he lived where the locals hung out. We waited for him to clock out and then the three of us took a cab across town, the parts of Vegas where tourists don't hang out are really cool. We partied more and wound up at a gated bungalow he shared with a couple, they were still at work. We had another drink and a bump and my wife suddenly exclaimed, "a hot tub," turns out the little grouping of bungalows had a pool and jacuzzi in the courtyard. "I didn't bring a suit," she pouted. "You don't need one," our friend replied. "Most of us wear nothing," I'm not sure if it was the booze, the party drugs or the mood but Frankie started peeling it off and we both did the same. Albert was an attractive man and had a pretty impressive cock even soft, a fact that was not lost on Frankie. He grabbed some towels and we walked out to the courtyard without a stitch. I was really turned on and really nervous at the same time, these were uncharted waters. The tub felt good as there was just starting to be a little drop in temperature as it got late. After a bit Frankie declared she needed another drink, we followed her back to the bungalow toweling off on the small lawn behind the house. Albert got us drinks as Frankie looked at me pensively, "I think this might be the one," she said. She walked inside and informed Albert that she was his if he wanted her. When we had talked before, she always said that she didn't know if she could do it with me watching, I didn't really know what to expect. Albert looked at me for a second and then back at Frankie, that first kiss was something I'll never forget. The removal of clothing being behind us, they simply kind of fell onto a couch and made out like kids with the expected results. Their bodies were moving in unison as he took my wife, she is quite vocal and it was obvious that they were both enjoying themselves. Afterward, they kind of cuddled on the couch, I took it in remembering how long I'd wanted this, hoped for it, dreamed and planned for this night. It was a rollercoaster of emotions but I knew what I had signed up for all those years ago when I told her I wanted this. He took her again and after a bit, she got cleaned up and asked him to call us a cab.

We really didn't speak much, she told me she loved me and asked me if I still loved her. I remember kissing her like we used to kiss when we first discovered each other. Kissed that last 15 minutes...

We've "explored" a few more times but they were all one night only. I was always there but only watched this one time. There was never any humiliation, she maintains to this day that she only wants me and is mine forever. Every morning without fail, the first words out of her mouth, her waking thoughts are, "I love you Baby," or "I love you Darling."

That is my Vixen

[Her number1]

So many historical issues in this world would not exist if men actually understood what women really want.

Yes there are women to whom size matters. In fact, that probably describes most women. But even when considering all of those women, size is only one of many things they want. Most of them would NOT turn a guy away who hits all their other desires but only has an average dick. In fact, even a small dick can be compensated by so many other things that they want from a man.

And that's good news for pretty much all of us here!

Bolded for truth...

My wife is more of a Vixen, a really picky one, she enjoys being mine. Four guys in forty years, only got to watch once. We prefer that I listen from the next room with door cracked. With that said, to her a perfect cock can touch the top but not too hard while the base grinds into her clitoris and she can feel you balls deep. In other words...Me!

She's had a couple of big ones more for me than for her.

Tire kicker,
What do you consider a vixen?

Good Question #1

I actually started reading forums like this one looking for information about why some men feel aroused by the thought (or action) of their women with other partners. My GF and I started out in an open relationship without knowing such a thing existed. I was just back from the Marines and she was headed off to college, we both knew we wanted to be together, we also knew that being apart and young things might happen. We agreed it wouldn't be a deal breaker if we saw others.

We got together as often as we could given the distance, she pretty much couldn't stand the thought of me with anyone so I kept it to myself. This didn't keep her from telling me about a few of her romps, to my surprise I was turned on by the thought of her with someone else. Long story short, we wound up married with children have a good life together, a few years into this we started talking dirty in bed and doing a little fantasizing. She was hot and attracted her share of attention, she liked telling me about it and watching my reaction. She always felt guys were deathly afraid of flirting with her because she was my wife. She knew it turned me on but also that it was only a fantasy and if anyone really tried anything with her I would give him a six foot head start on his way to hell.

As the pillow talk progressed through the years and we became more adventurous, I would describe scenarios where she let so and so take her behind the concession stand last night at the races or some such thing and we would both come hard. Afterward it was like, who, what?

Anyway all of this will be in a story I'm writing, to fast forward, she had permission early on to "experiment" should she choose. A couple of times I even made a suggestion or two. Her answer was always the same, "I will choose with whom and when." There was no lack of sex in our relationship, I was always ready and she was always willing. After we became empty nesters, things changed, she started riding me hard about seemingly everything. That spring I basically moved to the cabin up by the lake, the drive to work was hell but home wasn't happy. I regularly ate at a diner along the way and basically this young waitress wound up moving in with me. That was my two year lost weekend... Eventually realized how stupid I was and went home, we really worked at betting right again and things started getting back to better than we were before.

It was probably a year later we were in Vegas, I had to pick up an engine at the Dyno place so we drove, just the two of us. I left her at the Hotel/Casino while I went off to the Dyno pull and to get everything loaded up. I had promised to try and be back early enough to do something an as usual was later than I'd hoped. I expected her to be pissed but as I walked through the Casino I spotted her at a Roulette table and made my way over. She appeared to have a buzz going, she also had a shitload of chips stacked in front of her. Frankie is lucky like that... She was in a really good mood

Turns out she had every chip of that color on the table! She seemed to have gotten really friendly with the dealer as well. She informed me that Albert was getting off in an hour and had invited her come play at a casino closer to where he lived where the locals hung out. We waited for him to clock out and then the three of us took a cab across town, the parts of Vegas where tourists don't hang out are really cool. We partied more and wound up at a gated bungalow he shared with a couple, they were still at work. We had another drink and a bump and my wife suddenly exclaimed, "a hot tub," turns out the little grouping of bungalows had a pool and jacuzzi in the courtyard. "I didn't bring a suit," she pouted. "You don't need one," our friend replied. "Most of us wear nothing," I'm not sure if it was the booze, the party drugs or the mood but Frankie started peeling it off and we both did the same. Albert was an attractive man and had a pretty impressive cock even soft, a fact that was not lost on Frankie. He grabbed some towels and we walked out to the courtyard without a stitch. I was really turned on and really nervous at the same time, these were uncharted waters. The tub felt good as there was just starting to be a little drop in temperature as it got late. After a bit Frankie declared she needed another drink, we followed her back to the bungalow toweling off on the small lawn behind the house. Albert got us drinks as Frankie looked at me pensively, "I think this might be the one," she said. She walked inside and informed Albert that she was his if he wanted her. When we had talked before, she always said that she didn't know if she could do it with me watching, I didn't really know what to expect. Albert looked at me for a second and then back at Frankie, that first kiss was something I'll never forget. The removal of clothing being behind us, they simply kind of fell onto a couch and made out like kids with the expected results. Their bodies were moving in unison as he took my wife, she is quite vocal and it was obvious that they were both enjoying themselves. Afterward, they kind of cuddled on the couch, I took it in remembering how long I'd wanted this, hoped for it, dreamed and planned for this night. It was a rollercoaster of emotions but I knew what I had signed up for all those years ago when I told her I wanted this. He took her again and after a bit, she got cleaned up and asked him to call us a cab.

We really didn't speak much, she told me she loved me and asked me if I still loved her. I remember kissing her like we used to kiss when we first discovered each other. Kissed that last 15 minutes...

We've "explored" a few more times but they were all one night only. I was always there but only watched this one time. There was never any humiliation, she maintains to this day that she only wants me and is mine forever. Every morning without fail, the first words out of her mouth, her waking thoughts are, "I love you Baby," or "I love you Darling."

That is my Vixen

Thank you for the glimsp of where you started.
I wasn't clear enough in my question though. What I was wondering is how do you see or define the word "vixen"? Other than a female fox.
My curiosity is how or why people pick different labels.

Again, I did enjoy your story!
BTW, Semper Fi!

[Tire_Kicker]

Bolded for truth...

My wife is more of a Vixen, a really picky one, she enjoys being mine. Four guys in forty years, only got to watch once. We prefer that I listen from the next room with door cracked. With that said, to her a perfect cock can touch the top but not too hard while the base grinds into her clitoris and she can feel you balls deep. In other words...Me!

She's had a couple of big ones more for me than for her.

Tire kicker,
What do you consider a vixen?

Good Question #1

I actually started reading forums like this one looking for information about why some men feel aroused by the thought (or action) of their women with other partners. My GF and I started out in an open relationship without knowing such a thing existed. I was just back from the Marines and she was headed off to college, we both knew we wanted to be together, we also knew that being apart and young things might happen. We agreed it wouldn't be a deal breaker if we saw others.

We got together as often as we could given the distance, she pretty much couldn't stand the thought of me with anyone so I kept it to myself. This didn't keep her from telling me about a few of her romps, to my surprise I was turned on by the thought of her with someone else. Long story short, we wound up married with children have a good life together, a few years into this we started talking dirty in bed and doing a little fantasizing. She was hot and attracted her share of attention, she liked telling me about it and watching my reaction. She always felt guys were deathly afraid of flirting with her because she was my wife. She knew it turned me on but also that it was only a fantasy and if anyone really tried anything with her I would give him a six foot head start on his way to hell.

As the pillow talk progressed through the years and we became more adventurous, I would describe scenarios where she let so and so take her behind the concession stand last night at the races or some such thing and we would both come hard. Afterward it was like, who, what?

Anyway all of this will be in a story I'm writing, to fast forward, she had permission early on to "experiment" should she choose. A couple of times I even made a suggestion or two. Her answer was always the same, "I will choose with whom and when." There was no lack of sex in our relationship, I was always ready and she was always willing. After we became empty nesters, things changed, she started riding me hard about seemingly everything. That spring I basically moved to the cabin up by the lake, the drive to work was hell but home wasn't happy. I regularly ate at a diner along the way and basically this young waitress wound up moving in with me. That was my two year lost weekend... Eventually realized how stupid I was and went home, we really worked at betting right again and things started getting back to better than we were before.

It was probably a year later we were in Vegas, I had to pick up an engine at the Dyno place so we drove, just the two of us. I left her at the Hotel/Casino while I went off to the Dyno pull and to get everything loaded up. I had promised to try and be back early enough to do something an as usual was later than I'd hoped. I expected her to be pissed but as I walked through the Casino I spotted her at a Roulette table and made my way over. She appeared to have a buzz going, she also had a shitload of chips stacked in front of her. Frankie is lucky like that... She was in a really good mood

Turns out she had every chip of that color on the table! She seemed to have gotten really friendly with the dealer as well. She informed me that Albert was getting off in an hour and had invited her come play at a casino closer to where he lived where the locals hung out. We waited for him to clock out and then the three of us took a cab across town, the parts of Vegas where tourists don't hang out are really cool. We partied more and wound up at a gated bungalow he shared with a couple, they were still at work. We had another drink and a bump and my wife suddenly exclaimed, "a hot tub," turns out the little grouping of bungalows had a pool and jacuzzi in the courtyard. "I didn't bring a suit," she pouted. "You don't need one," our friend replied. "Most of us wear nothing," I'm not sure if it was the booze, the party drugs or the mood but Frankie started peeling it off and we both did the same. Albert was an attractive man and had a pretty impressive cock even soft, a fact that was not lost on Frankie. He grabbed some towels and we walked out to the courtyard without a stitch. I was really turned on and really nervous at the same time, these were uncharted waters. The tub felt good as there was just starting to be a little drop in temperature as it got late. After a bit Frankie declared she needed another drink, we followed her back to the bungalow toweling off on the small lawn behind the house. Albert got us drinks as Frankie looked at me pensively, "I think this might be the one," she said. She walked inside and informed Albert that she was his if he wanted her. When we had talked before, she always said that she didn't know if she could do it with me watching, I didn't really know what to expect. Albert looked at me for a second and then back at Frankie, that first kiss was something I'll never forget. The removal of clothing being behind us, they simply kind of fell onto a couch and made out like kids with the expected results. Their bodies were moving in unison as he took my wife, she is quite vocal and it was obvious that they were both enjoying themselves. Afterward, they kind of cuddled on the couch, I took it in remembering how long I'd wanted this, hoped for it, dreamed and planned for this night. It was a rollercoaster of emotions but I knew what I had signed up for all those years ago when I told her I wanted this. He took her again and after a bit, she got cleaned up and asked him to call us a cab.

We really didn't speak much, she told me she loved me and asked me if I still loved her. I remember kissing her like we used to kiss when we first discovered each other. Kissed that last 15 minutes...

We've "explored" a few more times but they were all one night only. I was always there but only watched this one time. There was never any humiliation, she maintains to this day that she only wants me and is mine forever. Every morning without fail, the first words out of her mouth, her waking thoughts are, "I love you Baby," or "I love you Darling."

That is my Vixen

Thank you for the glimsp of where you started.
I wasn't clear enough in my question though. What I was wondering is how do you see or define the word "vixen"? Other than a female fox.
My curiosity is how or why people pick different labels.

Again, I did enjoy your story!
BTW, Semper Fi!

Semper Fi Leatherneck!

I actually meant to differentiate between the Hotwife vs Vixen designation. It got late and Frankie was waiting in bed...

There is a lot more detail in that earlier story that I will share later as well. With the rules in mind and absolutely not judging or wanting to offend anyone, here it is. As mentioned, I was experiencing a lot of confusion due to being an alpha macho kind of guy but being seriously turned on by the thought of the love of my life spreading her legs for someone else. It didn't compute!

I'm in my 60's so back in the day we had Penthouse Forum Letters and Hustler for info LOL. While they did feed the fire a bit there was really no insight as to why I (and apparently others) have these feelings. The word Cuckold got thrown around a lot but I didn't feel like it was a fit. In the case of the moniker assigned to women, again, no offense intended, the term Hotwife seems to indicate that there is an active and constant pursuit of bed partners. Additionally, humiliation, the withholding of sex from the husband and caging etc. were not even close to our situation. Speaking only for us, the loving component is somehow compromised by some or more of these actions. My wife is reluctant to have sex outside the marriage at best, she reminds me constantly that she married me, for better or worse, to have and to hold, till death do us part. "If you want me to do this, I will but only for you and only if I want to." She did admit that it turned her on but honestly she prefers romance. I don't even know if the Vixen title fits, it just seems more appropriate from the acronym and jargon definitions I've seen.

Your post however did make me wonder why we feel a need label ourselves, to identify? Hmmmmm

I was a 2531, how about you?

Nate

[Her number1]

Semper Fi Leatherneck!

I actually meant to differentiate between the Hotwife vs Vixen designation. It got late and Frankie was waiting in bed...

There is a lot more detail in that earlier story that I will share later as well. With the rules in mind and absolutely not judging or wanting to offend anyone, here it is. As mentioned, I was experiencing a lot of confusion due to being an alpha macho kind of guy but being seriously turned on by the thought of the love of my life spreading her legs for someone else. It didn't compute!

I'm in my 60's so back in the day we had Penthouse Forum Letters and Hustler for info LOL. While they did feed the fire a bit there was really no insight as to why I (and apparently others) have these feelings. The word Cuckold got thrown around a lot but I didn't feel like it was a fit. In the case of the moniker assigned to women, again, no offense intended, the term Hotwife seems to indicate that there is an active and constant pursuit of bed partners. Additionally, humiliation, the withholding of sex from the husband and caging etc. were not even close to our situation. Speaking only for us, the loving component is somehow compromised by some or more of these actions. My wife is reluctant to have sex outside the marriage at best, she reminds me constantly that she married me, for better or worse, to have and to hold, till death do us part. "If you want me to do this, I will but only for you and only if I want to." She did admit that it turned her on but honestly she prefers romance. I don't even know if the Vixen title fits, it just seems more appropriate from the acronym and jargon definitions I've seen.

Your post however did make me wonder why we feel a need label ourselves, to identify? Hmmmmm

I was a 2531, how about you?

Nate

I'm in my later 60's, and Penthouse Forum was a part of setting us on this long journey. Your Vixen sounds similar to my Hotwife.
I was mainly interested in why you saw her as a vixen rather than one of the other labels. Labels are pretty much needed in all parts of life as a way to shorthand who we are to others. After all, Marine and 2531 are both labels that give me a good bit of info about you.
Like you, I'm not into humilation, but keep in mind that it takes a very loving wife to go there for her husband, being it is something that he craves.
Whether a vixen, hotwife, or cuckoldress, they are who the husband wants.

In most Comm shacks, I was your brother in the next section, a 2511.

[bltn1966]

I’m it bi at all but my wife thinks cock size mattered more to me than her. I’m blessed with a big dick. When Marie became a HW I still wanted to see her with a guy that is bigger than me. As bad luck would have it, the first guy she was with had a very small cock. That only made me more critical of a guys cock. My wife said she wanted a guy to be at least average length or longer. Whenever Marie had great sex with another man, the first thing I want to know or see is his cock size. Shes had some mind blowing intense sex with guys with average size cock.

My wife claims size don’t matter but I can remember the two cocks that should’ve changed her mind. This one guy had a short but extra extra thick cock. He made my wife cum with ease. Just the slightest movement made her lose her mind. Then there was this one guy that had a skinny cock that was longer than mine. Marie screamed her head off every time when he stopped fucking her and held himself deep into her. I remember her being so overwhelmed she had to call a timeout.

[Yourfirstbull]

Hubbies almost always ask about my size, even before I've met their wife (and often want to see it first), however it's very very rare for a wife to ask (in the last few years I can only remember one asking). Interestingly, hubbies always comment about my length and wives are always more excited about my girth.

[Johnann2227]

My wife recently dated a guy who had a thin cock. It was 9 inches long but had the girth of a hotdog. Knowing how much my wife likes girth it surprised me that she fucked him as long as she did. She discovered that she didn't get a lot of pleasure from him in her pussy but anally he was perfect and 90% of the time that is how they fucked. He was handsome and had a great body but that cock was not worthy, in my opinion, of my hotwife.