My wife, Jane, has always been open to suggestions that might lift our sex life above the routine. Some readers may find my tastes a little perverse - believe me, these sanitised stories are the tip of the iceberg. It would be fair to say that I have had some spectacular failures, but just sometimes, things have worked out to my satisfaction. It is usually the spontaneous, out of the blue, incidents that satisfy me most. This, fairly tame example, demonstrates perfectly, the type of thing I like her to do; Following a run of the mill night out, enjoying a meal in our local Indian restaurant, I decided to take a chance on fixing up something a little special to end the evening. Owing to a split skirt Jane had displayed her stocking tops to most of the customers - and all of the waiting staff - before the second course. The obvious interest of our waiter led me to explore the possibilities, and, over a final glass of wine, I informed Jane that I intended to have her fucked. As you know, this suggestion is not that unusual in our relationship. I told her that I would attend to the bill, while she waited in our car (which was parked behind the restaurant). She asked who I had in mind to fuck her, and I informed her that I intended to offer her to one of the waiters. She looked around the room and asked 'which one'. I simply answered ' I don't care which one, but, if I can, I will get one of them to come out to you in the car'. She left and I called over a waiter – I asked him for the bill and, when he returned to the table, I told him that Jane was in a Ford Focus in the car park, and that she fancied him, and wanted him to go out to her – I told him that, if he did, she would let him fuck her. He stared at me for a couple of seconds, not sure if I was serious or not – I assured him that the offer was genuine - whereupon he turned and left the room at the speed of light. I sat, sipping my wine, and waited. Fifteen minutes or so later, the waiter reappeared and carried on with his duties – I stood up and left the restaurant - rejoining Jane in the car. I got in and asked, 'Did he find you'? She answered, 'Yes'. I responded, 'And'? She replied 'He fucked me'. I was delighted, and reclined the seat that she was sitting in - lifted her skirt - and had her. She was sloppy and had obviously just finished with the waiter - but I pressed her for the details. She told me that, a few minutes after getting in the car, she saw a waiter, almost running across the car park and looking around frantically – she caught his eye and nodded - at which the young guy ran over to the car and almost pulled Jane out. He ran his hand up between her legs, discovering she wore nothing but stockings and suspenders under her skirt, before bending her over the bonnet, and fucking her furiously. In just a few minutes he was done - at which he simply pulled her skirt down over her bare buttocks - and walked back into the restaurant. I found this highly erotic and, as was my wont, added my contribution to that of the waiter. I fucked her repeatedly throughout the next couple of days – and told her that I would expect her to tip the waiting staff, in this identical way, on future occasions.