I’ve been slowly trying to start the conversation with my wife over the past 2 years. Limited progress to date, where I basically ask questions while we are having sex, and she reluctantly responds in limited, short answers. I don’t want to scare her off, so will maintain slow progress for now.

However, a few years ago we had a very big night out and when we got home she passed out cold. I noticed her computer was on and open to her emails. In my drunk and horny state I decided to have a snoop, and simply typed some words into the email search bar...

1. “Sex” - disappointing results. Mainly references to her girl friends, calling them sexy etc.

2. “Fucked” - not much either. Didn’t expect her to talk about being ‘fucked’, but worth a shot.

3. “Cum” - not expecting much, but suddenly my heart is in my throat and my starts racing.

On the screen I see the words “I woke up in a strange bed. I wasn’t sure whether I slept with him, but the feeling of cum leaking out of me confirmed that I had. I felt like such a slut”

Suddenly I don’t know what to do. Do I open the full email and read more? I was feeling insanely jealous but my cock was as hard as a rock. So of course, I open the email.

To summarise, she describes being drunk at a party, when a guy walks over to her and starts to kiss her. She details how he led her down to the beach, where they fooled around, but in her drunken state she couldn’t remember if they had sex. She then moves to the part where she wakes up, and can feel his cum leaking out of her.

It’s this graphic description of another man’s cum slowly dripping out of her after she let him have her way that is so hot. Knowing that he pumped her full on the beach had me extremely horny. I read it again in full context and immediately blow my load.

She goes on to describe fucking him a few more times over the coming week, but the FWB relationship ends up dying out.

One day I may ask her about this event in particular, but for now it’s something I keep to myself.

There was one more story I found about a time in a youth hostel, but I’ll keep that for another time.