You are the woman I love. I would give my life for you without even a moment’s hesitation. When I look in to your eyes, I see love and adoration. The last 20 years have gone by in the blink of an eye. And every day that I wake up next to you, I feel so privileged to be able to call you my bride. But something is missing. I need your touch. I need to feel your burning desire for me. I need to know that my touch ignites a fire in you. I need to know that my body can rule over you, own you, possess you, and consume you. But it doesn’t. I know that this body is not young and spry anymore. But it is in really good shape. Hours at the gym covered in sweat insure that I still have the stamina to really give it to you if you want it hard and long. I hunger for you. I want to take you and feel your body react to the attention I am so ready to give. I want to cover your body in the attentions of my mouth. I want to explore every curve of you with my hands. I want to hear you moan and gasp and shudder because of may pampering of your beautiful soft body. After twenty years, nobody knows your body as well as I do. Nobody has the ability to drive you to heights of ecstasy like I do. But you have no interest in that. You don’t want me to touch you. I want to hug you for minutes, but you pull away after seconds. I want to kiss you deep and passionately, but you always pull away after only a peck. We don’t fuck - we have intercourse. With you bent over and me thrusting until I cum inside of you. No kissing. No caressing. No exploration. No CONNECTION. Just intercourse. A vaginally assisted masturbation. And when I cum, I feel guilty. Because I know you are just putting a check in a box that says you fulfilled your wifely duties. And I die a little inside each time. I want you to enjoy it. I want you to lay exhausted and spent and fulfilled. But that has not happened in nearly 10 years. I ache. Why can’t what you give be enough? Why do I feel so empty? I look in to your eyes and see love. But I never physically feel it from you. How could we be so perfect for each other in all regards except for this one? I see the love in your eyes. But for how much longer? What happens when you find out? What happens when my dirty little secret of the past few years comes out? Will you understand why? Will you realize that I had to do something? Will you realize how much I needed connection? How lonely I feel even though I am surrounded by people all the time? I look in to your eyes and see love. And I fear the day that I look in to your eyes only see hate...