How finding [m]y wi[f]e’s G-spot saved my marriage and turned her into an insatiable slut

Some context

I had been in a dead bedroom for six years, ever since my wife fell pregnant with our child. She had turned into a full-time mom. I had tuned out of our marriage. We somehow still stayed together.

Her birthday arrived. She cares a lot about her birthday. A LOT.

We had some big fights recently, and I had not always been on my best behaviour, so when she invited me to spend the day with her, I agreed. The child would be at school. Our first full day together without the child, ever (she has never spent a single night away from him).

By the time the birthday arrived, we had had another big fight. The night before. I still went with her. I had to move around things at work to take off a random Tuesday and did not want to backtrack on that. She was irritated but could not get around to telling me directly to fuck off and stay home. So I went.

Daytime

We dropped our son at school and took the train into the city. We live in the outskirts of a big European capital. We just went into the city to stroll around, sit in cafes and restaurants and eat and drink.

We had a posh breakfast. We walked around the streets. Art galleries. Taking pictures. It was nice. She was still mad but appreciated the effort of me taking off a random Tuesday for nothing in particular really other than to spend time with her. On her birthday. Never done that before. I had always been there on her birthdays, of course. But never really present.

Suddenly it started raining. We found ourselves running hand in hand, under a small umbrella, laughing, to an open pub we had spotted down the street. We made it in. We created a puddle when we set our foot in. We were the only customers.

We ordered champagne and cocktails before noon, because why not?

Then I suddenly find myself stood up, leaning over her chair, holding her face, kissing her deeply. I prolong the kiss and gently pull her head back by holding onto her hair. She's got very nice full dark hair that I used to love to hold.

A switch turns on. A switch that turns her on. Blood running into her lips, filling them, breathing hard. Out of of the blue.

"I loved that you pulled my hair like this. I love it when you dominate me!"

More making out. Eye fucking. She is wet. I am hard.

We discuss whether we should go to the bathroom here and now.

Did I say we are the only ones in the place?

We look around. All eyes are on us. The two guys in the kitchen. The bartenders. All looking into our direction. Pretending not to.

When we were young, way back, and dating, we had done it in public bathrooms a couple of times. Once very drunk in a club with only one unisex toilet. We had to walk our walk of shame back onto the dance floor past a very long line…

We decided against it. Still had to use the bathrooms to pee (because, cocktails, champagne). All watched us going in and coming out. Some disappointed faces when we came out of different doors.

The ice is broken. We walk down a public staircase from a hill. You will all know the hill. You will have seen the staircase in a show on Netflix. Or on a screen of a movie theatre, if you are our age. I slide my hand into her trousers. Below her underwear. She is soaked. I finger her. She flinches. People walk by. I rub her clit. She almost came right there.

We behave and have lunch. We take the subway on our way back. I have my hand under her pants, on her ass. My middle finger caresses her butthole. My other two fingers periodically spread apart her cheeks. She gets very turned on by having her pussy lips spread this way. I can feel the wetness whenever they open. I rub my fingers along. She bites her lip. I kiss her neck.

We are fine. We have our coats on. Scarves hanging over. It is winter. Surely no one will notice. Except that one guy who keeps staring at us. I look him in the eye, he looks away. Yep, he noticed. Oops.

Leaving the subway I tell her. It turns her on.

We are back at our car. Still ten minutes until school pick-up. We put in a frantic make-out session on the back set. She takes me in the mouth for a taster. I finger her a bit. She is still soaked. People walk by. Thank you whoever invented tinted windows!

The Evening

The child has been put to bed. Earlier than normal. I opened up a bottle of wine, poured two glasses, and waited for my wife. She came down in a nightgown that I had not seen in a long time.

Started drinking. Cheers. Talking. Making out soon.

"You can't have me tonight" I tell my wife. I play up some minor skin condition in the groin area she knows about. "I need a few days to heal. But there is nothing that prevents me from giving pleasure to you!"

Now usually it is my wife who cuts down foreplay. A strange situation, I know! Isn't eating her out and fingering what women can't get enough of and any guide for How to Please Your Wife And Make Her Want You Again recommend? But not her, not the wife that I know. A couple of minutes is all that my fingers or tongue are usually allowed to have with her pussy. Then it's PIV until I come. She might come from it too, if she is very aroused. Especially when she feels me cum. But licking, fingering, whatever-ing to make her come: a no-go for her.

This time though my dick is out of action. I am determined to make her cum without it. And she is horny and has been teased and edged all day. So she accepts.

I start going down on her. Slowly and methodologically. The outsides of her outer labia. Their insides. The inner labia. Kissing my way around them. Softly on the inner pink bits. My tongue on her clit. "Go slowly!" Okay I do. I have all the time on the world today. Back to the labia. Lick her hole. Stroke her perineum. Some gentle tongue fucking. "Oh my god this is so good!" I enjoy it too. Even though we have been married for more than 10 years I don't know her pussy very well. Never had a chance to linger much around it, touch it, see it. Today I have the chance and I savour it.

Then I put one finger inside. More often than not this is a no-go. She does not like fingers down there. Least of all her own. She swears that she has never masturbated in her live. Traditional upbringing in one of the most catholic counties on this planet. Certainly back then when she was young. I have come round to believing the "I never masturbate." Every attempt at guiding her hand between her legs, even after what is about to happen, even until today, has been blocked.

My finger, however, is welcome today. After all she is horny and nothing else is available. I go exploring. Turn it around. Feel my way around. And then I feel IT. Exactly where it was described to be. About two inches in, facing towards the front of the body, below the belly. With a texture like a walnut - actually more like a pecan nut. About the size of a pecan nut. Protruding from the vagina walls.

I apply some gentle pressure. Hear eyes open wide. Her mouth opens wide. She gasps. She grabs my wrists. "OH MY GOD what are you doing!!"

I apply more pressure. Insert a second finger. Try the "come hither" motion you will read about on the internet. Spoiler alert: it does its job but is quite risky when it comes to scratching her walls with your nails. (Try it: put two fingers on a sensitive part of your other arm then do the come hither motion. You feel those nails? She does NOT want to feel those inside her!)

Soon she has an orgasm. Not like those during regular sex, often she wants to stop after those. I keep going. Another orgasm announces itself. This one I can feel on my fingers, her pussy contracting around them. And another one. And another one. I lose count but overall it must have been more than 20. Some come in a row, it's not really clear where one stops and one starts.

For 3 or 4 hours we go like this. Most of the time some of my fingers are in her vagina. We take breaks to drink wine and give her and my hands (I alternate) a break. We try up to 4 fingers, almost fisting - she is super full. I hone my techniques. Best results with what I call the swimmer: two fingers moving in rapid succession like the legs of a swimmer on the pecan nut. Squeezing it in alternation, and squashing it a bit between those fingers. Guaranteed success in less than 30 seconds!

Breaks don't last long because she comes back asking for more. It seems that instead of becoming spent and satisfied, the more orgasms I give her from her G spot the more aroused she gets, to a point where she is almost insatiable. Good that my fingers don't have a refractory period haha. Might need some strength training for them though. Should ask my friend who is a rock climber.

The next day - I am at the office - she keeps texting me how she has the tingles and cannot wait for the evening. I come back home fairly late. She is waiting for me with a short négligé, no bottom, and simply tells me: "Stick your fingers inside me." I happily oblige!

This kept going for a week. Each night. The day I worked from home. The day I was about to leave to the office and got pulled back. Eventually my "skin condition" went away and I also got my share. But even if the frequency eventually slowed down to something more normal - we have lives after all - we waved goodbye to the dead bedroom. My wife has become simply too horny for that. And I am sure there will be a journey from that… some of it has already begun.