My wife and I have been married for about 8 years now. We met at work, got together after a few months, and have lived happily together ever since. For the purpose of this story, I’ll call her Kristen.

Kristen is quite a bit younger than me – 12 years, to be exact. When she showed interest in me, I thought she was having a laugh, but she was persistent, asking me out several times before I finally agreed to get a coffee with her. The coffee led to dinner, which led to more dates, which led to the bedroom, and ultimately to marriage less than a year later. She was 20 when we met, and 21 when we married.

She’s got a great body – smooth, white skin, a fairly petite 5’3″ frame, auburn hair, blue eyes, nice legs, and very large breasts for her size. When we first met, she had on work clothes, and that’s all I saw her in at first, so I was pleasantly surprised when I first saw her in regular clothes that showed the shape of her breasts. I remember the first time I realised they were so big, actually – she came to visit me one day when I was at work and she was off. It was summertime, so hot, humid and sticky in the sleepy south, and she rocked up in short shorts, flip flops, and a tank top, which I could see right down when she stood close. When she hugged me goodbye, I had a raging hard on.

Anyway, to be honest, as good as the relationship was, our sex life was pretty vanilla. She was very inexperienced – in high school, she was apparently known for giving guys the occasional hand job, but other than having sex with two previous boyfriends, she had no real experience. She was on birth control, so being able to cum inside her was incredible, but for several years she would lie on her back while I fucked her, or roll onto her stomach (her favorite position), while I did her from behind. The one good thing was that although she didn’t move much or seem to want to do more than just lie there and take it, she moaned a lot and wasn’t scared to be loud, and she was also multi-orgasmic, which was a real turn on.

Anyway, fast forward about 5 years, and nothing much had changed, and I found myself missing the dirty talk and fantasies that I’d been part of in my first marriage (my first wife was a bisexual freak – sadly, she was an unfaithful one, so that ended things). One night, I decided to take the plunge and try to talk dirty to Kristen – I didn’t talk about it beforehand, I just wanted to see how she’d react. I enjoyed rubbing her clit and fingering her while kissing her, but wanted to liven it up a bit and see if it would turn her on. Turns out, it did. I found myself teasing her with my breath, my kisses, and my fingers, caressing her body while she began to grind against my leg. The first words out of my mouth, in my attempt to talk dirty to her, were, “I want you to imagine we’re at work, and we’re naked in one of the store rooms. No one else is in the building, just us.” I paused, and she kept grinding, and kept her eyes closed. No real reaction, no affirmation, no encouragement. But she didn’t object either, so I kept going. “You’re standing there naked, and I’m fully clothed, my lips are kissing your neck, and I’ve got one hand on your breast while the other’s rubbing your clit. You’re naked in a place you shouldn’t be naked.” I noticed that her breath became quicker and more shallow, and she started to grind a bit faster, pushing a bit harder against my leg.