One of many positive results brought about by being in a hotwife/cuckold marriage is simple, basic self-acceptance. I am indeed "under-endowed" and I can do no more to remedy the fact than I can to add inches to my current height of 5'9". Can't be done. What can be done is to accept what is and to get on with things in order to live a pleasant and productive life. I should include in this post that hiding a fact about oneself is not the same as accepting that fact. In the general scheme of things I believe that I could successfully argue that I have lots more in the plus column than in the negative column. People should keep in mind that the wives of men who are undersized knew about the "condition" long before they chose to spend the remainder of their lives with the men whom they
eventually married. Must have been counterbalances operative in the dynamics, don't you think? In the circumscribed world of marital sexual relations I am most surely a beta male and behave as such. Attempting to deny my wife the pleasures of coupling with an alpha male would be an act of selfishness and pretense on my part (pretense that I ever could fully satisfy her sexual desires and needs). I'm grateful to have such a liberated and sexy wife , and I'd guess that we share more sexual fun together than 99% of the married couples currently out there. I'm all but certain of it. I am grateful also to the alpha studs who pleasure my girl in ways that I am unable. I thank them for servicing her when she needs it, and thank them also for on occasion allowing her hubby to service them. A part of the self-acceptance mentioned earlier involves the sweet, exhilarating experience of surrendering to the potency and superiority of the alpha male, and what better way to do just that than pleasuring--indeed worshipping--his proud, beautiful alpha cock. I could, I suppose, go through life acting the "stud," denying the truth to others and eventually, most surely, denying it to myself as well. After all, nobody can actually know for certain other than my wife and me. Wouldn't that be pathetic, ridiculous, the strategy of the coward. And wouldn't that be putting upon my wife an undeserved burden.
Regarding whether or not wife's girlfriends are laughing at me behind my back, I can't verify one way or another. A few probably are, at least some of the time. Oh well. Better they laugh at me than I go through life laughing at myself for being such a wimp, being someone who flees reality. I'm okay with being small. In fact, I'd have no objection to letting her girlfriends have a look. Wouldn't mind at all showing off my woody to them (all 4 3/4 inches). Laughter wouldn't hurt my feelings at all. My wife, around the time we first met, told me that there surely must be thousands of preteen boys in the metro area--many still wearing superhero undies--better hung than am I. I agreed and sincerely thought it was a funny comment. She wasn't mocking me or attempting to "humiliate" me, she was merely making a good-natured comment which recognized a simple, undeniable reality. It opened a door just a crack which allowed me openly to make the same recognition. That's when the basic self-acceptance first began, as I remember. I'm not overjoyed to have a "teeny peenie" but neither am I embarrassed or ashamed. And few men in America are getting such sweet pussy (not to mention big juicy cock).