I imagine that I am not alone, in indulging in fantasy conversations with wives etc, in particular when having sex. That was the case recently, when we had a few days away at a nice hotel in the Borders. Prompted I imagine by a very attentive, possibly Italian waiter. My wife June brought me to an incredible orgasm whilst telling me of her being serviced in the restaurant on her hands and knees by our italian friend. As usual all was forgotten until the following day when maybe unwisely I mentioned her tale and dismissed the whole idea as being ridiculous, we have been married for years; and even though June is fit, and dresses superbly, stockings of course, she has never played away. In hindsight, especially with the hotel effect, it makes her quite suggestive and provocative. I should have stopped; June rounded on me, asking if I thought she was past being able to pull a guy. She insisted that as I doubted her ability, then I should follow her instructions that evening and prepare to eat my words. Dinner was at 8.00pm. June arrived looking fantastic, a very slinky smooth dress above the knee, red seamed stockings which I know had red tops as well and black patent heels. I was given my instructions during our starter, after which she began her play. Her knife was dropped close to her chair, naturally when our waiter was by her side. He of course picked it up and was treated to a very comprehensive display of stocking top and taught suspender strap, carefully arranged by June. The night progressed, and the few other guests left the dining room, it was midweek and our waiter was working by himself, the restaurant was on the first floor and quite secluded with only some unused function rooms adjacent. My instructions were that during coffee I was to suggest I felt unwell and go back to our room, actually I was to go next door in the dark function room and stand behind the room screen which spilt the two rooms, it was simple to hear and see into the dining room. So off I went. Conversation took place between waiter and June, my disappearance explained. After about 5 minutes June stood to go to the ladies room, this was part of her plan; returning after a short while, she walked the full length of the room, in front of the waiter with the hem of her dress caught in the waistband of her knickers, knickers, stockings, suspenders all clearly on display , and took her seat assisted by him; and not a word to her about her predicament. It was nearly 10.30pm now and finishing her second coffee she stood to leave. This was the next phase, as she stood and turned she contrived to catch her heels on the heavy table leg, this was followed by a convincing fall on to her hands and knees, directly in front of our friend. Junes dress pulled tightly now above her hips, her panties tight across her rounded bum, legs slightly apart, suspenders pulling at her stocking tops. Never mind him, I almost came myself. She coyly looked back at him over her shoulder, and I swear she wiggled her bum at him. He didnt react straight away, but June wanted to prove a point, and I heard her say “Well, what are you waiting for” That was it. He was unzipping as he stooped behind her, joining her on his knees. There was definitely an urgency as her pulled at her panties, just enough to gain entry. Panties stretched around thighs, legs as far apart as she could could manage, she took him in. He had a firm grip of her hips, pulling back and making sure his cock was filling her. I left once he had begun a rythmic pumping, not wanting to spoil the evening. About half an hour later June came back to our room. Nothing was said, it wasnt necessary. I did notice his deposits on her stocking tops, and the following morning whilst packing, the dried remains of him on the gusset of her panties. I am sure this will never happen again. I have learnt my lesson !!