I’m Clara, 50 years old, and lately, I’ve found myself in situations that both surprise and intrigue me. A few times now, men have hinted—sometimes jokingly, sometimes not—that they’d be willing to share the most important women in their lives with my husband if it meant they could be with me. It’s a strange and unexpected feeling, and I have to admit, it sends a rush through me every time.

I never thought I’d be the kind of woman who could ignite that kind of desire, especially at this point in my life. But hearing these comments has awakened a sense of power I didn’t know I still had. It’s not about acting on those suggestions; it’s about feeling desired, about realizing that I still have a magnetism that draws people in. In those moments, I feel truly alive, as if a part of me that had been dormant is now awake and buzzing with energy.

It’s not something I’d ever pursue in reality—my relationship is solid and secure. But I can’t deny the way those moments make me feel: attractive, confident, and powerful. They remind me that, at 50, I am still vibrant and desirable, and that’s a feeling I don’t want to let go of anytime soon.