​Girly,

​We met in December 1995. Back then, I acted rough and tough around my friends, but truth be told, I was terrified to speak to women. When you took the leap and asked me out in May 1996—you at 16, me at 18—you changed my entire life. We’ve been together ever since, and every single day since then has only deepened my devotion to you.

​We built an incredible life, a happy marriage, and an amazing physical connection. We’ve explored, played, and pushed boundaries together in ways most people only dream of—from beaches and golf courses to car backseats, dressing rooms, and even in front of strangers at the club. But through all of it, our loyalty to each other has remained absolute. You have always been my one and only.

​When I was around 22, we watched that movie about a couple sharing a girlfriend. Back then, it felt so foreign, and you mentioned how wrong it seemed. But a seed was planted in my mind—not out of a desire to distance myself from you, but out of a sudden, overwhelming realization of how intoxicating it would be to see you worshipped. For a long time, I didn't know how to handle those thoughts. I turned to adult films, and when you found out, seeing your pain broke my heart. I shut it down because losing you was never an option.

​Yet, as the years went on, the feeling inside me only grew. It wasn't about missing anything in our bed—it was about you. It was the rising, undeniable craving to watch you being adored, touched, and pleasured by others, to see you experienced like the rare, magnificent woman you are.

​When I finally started suggesting a sensual massage a couple of years ago, and then when we took steps into the club, I felt a spark ignite. But nothing prepared me for the moment you looked at me recently and said you knew what I fantasized about—and that you would do it for me. I felt like I had died and gone to heaven. After nearly 30 years of loving you, the idea that this fantasy could become our shared reality left me utterly speechless.

​That brings us to today. We’ve done the research, set our boundaries, established our rules, and found candidates that excite us both. But I need you to know what’s happening inside me right now as we stand on the edge of this next step.

​For the last ten days, my mind and body have been completely consumed by you. I am a storm of mixed emotions—wildly excited, deeply anxious, and utterly intoxicated. I lie awake at night counting down the hours. My body is in a constant state of ache and craving for you. Part of me wants to rush forward into this new world, and part of me wants to pause time just to savor how incredible it feels to be on this threshold with you.

​I want you to know, beyond a shadow of a doubt: jealousy isn't what I feel. What I feel is an addiction to you.

​I want to hold you tonight. I want to kiss you, touch you, and make passionate love to you. And I want to stand beside you as you step into your power, watching a stranger worship your body and make you feel like the absolute queen you are in my eyes.

​You are my life, my heart, and my greatest desire. Whatever we do, we do together, at your pace, holding hands every step of the way.

​Forever yours.