When I first started going out with my wife, she would occasionally have small wet accidents, a dribble or squirt here and there, as a lot of females sometimes do.
One night we returned home, and while she was feeding the dog, I sat on the toilet. Soon she was at the door begging me to hurry up. I finished as quickly as I could, and went to tell her the toilet was hers, but I couldn't find her. I switched the backyard light on, and there she was, pants down and squatting on the lawn! I quickly switched the light off and waited for her to come back in. When she did, the reason was obvious. She had wet herself in a big way. Her pink track pants were soaked at the crotch, and there was streaks down both legs.
She was a bit upset, and I calmed her down. Seizing the opportunity, I explained that I actually liked it and was in fact quite turned on by it.
I proceeded to tell her about how my childhood friend Shelly, and my cousin Jenny, and how they would wet themselves all the time. I told her of an ex-girlfriend whom I had see wet, and how much I had liked it. Now my tastes have changed over the years, but back then the turn on was genuine accidents only, not deliberate wettings. I explained that while I didn't expect her to deliberately wet her pants, or participate in pee play as such, I would love her to tell me when she had an accident.
She did so for years. Occasionally coming home and remarking something like "I wet myself a bit at work today." Or once "I had to dry my car seat with the hair dryer coz I pissed on it coming home!"
When we had sex, I would always ask her if she had wet herself lately, and if so, to describe it to me. She would oblige, but I could tell that it wasn't her thing, and she was, at best, mildly uncomfortable with it.
As the years went by, she told me less and less. I would still find wet pairs of her knickers and pants in the laundry, but she would never tell me. Once after she had denied any wettings, I mentioned a pair of very wet pyjama bottoms I had found when doing the laundry. She was quite mad at me for "checking her laundry out" and claimed that she probably had had an accident but couldn't remember. Judging by the state of those pants, it wouldn't of been an accident that you would forget in a hurry.
So here we are now. Been together for about 24 years. We haven't had sex for at least 3 years, and don't look like it will happen anytime soon.
While my relationship with her has changed, so has my relationship with my fetish. I continue to love wetting, but it has now evolved to encompass both deliberate wettings and wearing nappies. I also now identify as a little, and enjoy myself as I can.
The temptation to mention nappies is there, but I know that will never happen. Thankfully that with sites like adisc, I can find an outlet for the feelings that I can never express to her.