Amy reluctantly accepted although deep down I knew it was a ruse, and I knew she would agree.
One stormy night we headed home after a nice dinner out with our travel friends. It was seriously bad weather and I had probably had one beer to many. Just as I got into our street, the rain become torrential and it was near impossible to see my driveway. Then, oh my god what did I hit. I stopped. The headlights and streetlights in the pelting rain were reflecting all over the place which made it difficult to see clearly through the windscreen. We waited a few minutes for it to subside and finally stop. I got out to survey the scene with Amy.
I had misjudged my driveway and knocked over my neighbours prized self-made letterbox which was between our two driveways. He'd always said it was his work of art and he was so very proud of it. He once said it could never be re-created. Myself, I thought it was an eyesore but as the old saying goes 'beauty is in the eye of the beholder'.
It was late and none of his house lights came on, so I thought I would get up in the morning, go over and apologise. He seemed a reasonable bloke and was nice when we street talked outside on the lawn. Amy and he would usually compare and have friendly teasing about their Agapanthus plants, whose was best, greener, nicest flowers and so on. They got on very well. He had the good Irish/Aussie sense of humour. His wife was very nice as well but kept to herself, mainly inside, she was into books and reading and went to a book club every Tuesday night for two hours.
Well, telling him didn't go down too well. He was very, very upset. He understood it was an accident, but let me know that it could not be re-created as some of the parts he used were a one off. I offered to buy something to replace it from the local hardware, but he didn't want me too. He said he needed to think about how and what he would replace it with.
The next weekend he was out early starting to take it apart and demolish what was left of the wreckage. I went out and offered to help, but nicely enough he said he would rather do it on his own. I again offered to buy a cheap replacement until he figured out what he would do. He nicely declined and spent all day pulling it apart, keeping some bits and chucking other bits in the bin. He disconnected the power for a light it once contained, pulled out the foundation and attempted to repair the lawn where it once stood.
At beer o'clock I went out with an extra cold beer. He had all but finished and still looked upset. He appreciated the beer, so I asked him to come over and sit on our deck near the pool. Amy came and sat with us with a slightly chilled Moscato. Amy also apologised, but once again he said not to worry, it was an inanimate object only. He also pointed out that I had damaged the paint work on the bull bar of my new D-Max. Nothing a can of spray paint cannot fix.
After a couple of beers, we heard his wife call out over the fence that his dinner was ready.
"Typical, just when I'm enjoying the company, she calls me," Finn said. "She sits home reading most of day or evening, heads off to book club on Tuesdays, doesn't drink, but she is a good cook. That's about our life, nothing exciting these days at all, if you get my drift."
During the week I saw him several times standing on his driveway, gazing at the spot. He was still upset but said he was waiting for inspiration to come to him, a sign from above or a lightning bolt. Next weekend came and he was back on his driveway as I went out to mow the lawn nice and early before the heat of day. Again, I asked if there was anything I could do to compensate. Same answer, 'no', but thank you.
But I an idea was forming in my head. A nice but unhappy neighbour, with a lifeless wife and no letter box, what could make him feel better. I think I had the answer.
Later that night, after the daughter was asleep and Amy was reading one of her management books and I was writing, I thought I would broach the idea that had been formulating in my brain all day. I was positive it would be accepted by both parties. Not a replacement but a feel-good gesture. Feel-good for me as well, I might add. I put my laptop down. It was comfortable enough not to have a sheet on us. Knickers and jocks only. Amy was on her side reading and she'd had a shower before bed. So, I put my hand down her knickers from the behind and gently started to move them down over her cute little arse. She did not flinch, so I kissed her cool to the touch bum cheeks. She was keen for me to excite her. The knickers came right off. While she kept reading, I moved one of her legs further toward the other side of the bed in a bent position and moved her body so that she was in a half way position on her tummy.
This exposed her cute little bum pucker and the lower part of her gorgeous dark pussy lips. I was very excited about my idea, so my dick was already hard and leaking like an annoying shower head. She knew what I was going to do, so at this point she put her book down, rested her head, closed her eyes and waited. I leaned in, kissed her cute bum hole and began to lick it, across, up and down, pushing my tongue in as far as the tight rim would let me. I love hearing her little moans of delight as she enjoys the sensations it gives her. Rimming her bum is a big turn on for me, and she loves it as some foreplay before her main event. I moved down and licked her pussy lips apart, pushing my tongue in to devour as much of her sweet pussy juice that I could.
I couldn't decide when to say what I was thinking. Should I say it now or fuck her first. But my dick made the decision as usual, it general overrules anything my brain considers. I placed my head of my dick against her wet lips and gently eased it past. The beautiful warm sensations of her tight pussy flowed through my body. I slowly fucked her from behind in this position, fingering her bum up to my first knuckle at the same time. She had humped her body up and backwards into me to get as much of my cock as she could, until at last I cum. Hopeless.
At this point, if I haven't already, I would normally lick her pussy and finger fuck her until she cums. But, once again, do I tell her now or do I tell her after she has cum. I figure this is not that hard to do, but it seems I need to do it at the right moment. I don't want this idea to fail. So, I decide to play with her pussy as I cuddle up, spooning her. She knows I will make her cum soon enough and just relaxes and enjoys the play.
Eventually I take the plunge. "You like Finn, don't you," I ask in a soft voice. With her eyes still closed, she was now laying back down, half on her tummy after I had filled her pussy with cum.
She opened her eyes and without looking at me declares, "Yes, he's a very nice guy."
"He's still upset at what I did to his letter box, even though I've offered nearly everything I can to make him feel better."
"Yes, he is still upset, but you've done the best you can to make him feel better, so don't worry."
"Did you notice I said nearly everything," I said.
"No, I didn't specifically pick up on that, what do you mean."
"I mean that there may be something I could offer, that he might accept."
"And what would that be, I thought you had already suggested as much as you could," she replied, waiting for me to stop talking and to get started on making her pussy quiver.
"I thought I had, but I have come up with an idea that I think would be a good compensation offer that I'm sure he would like, but you will need to agree."
Still letting me play nicely with her slippery pussy and oblivious to what I was thinking, she said "Sure, whatever will make you feel better and if it makes him feel better, I'll agree. What is it."
"You."
After about three seconds, it suddenly dawned on her. Her head moved and her eyes opened wider as she turned to look at me. Her whole body had turned, so now she is on her back, looking up at me. "What do you mean by me."
"I want to offer you. I want you to fuck him. You said you liked him and you muck around with him in a fun way about your plants. So, I was thinking you might also like him to fuck you."
She kept looking at me, silent, but in a good way. She hadn't blown a fuse, so that was a good sign. Over the years we've had some threesomes and a couple of foursomes, so it's not as if it would be her first time letting another man fuck her in front of me. But before she could respond I also added, "I'm sure there is no sex life in his house, and I'm also sure he would love to have your pussy wrapped around his hard cock, while it was firmly inside you." As I said this, I started playing further inside her slippery pussy again, tickling her G-spot to see if that would help her think about making the right decision.
"Really. You want to let him fuck me because you destroyed his pride and joy. I don't know, I'm not sure, he's nice but he's also married and they are next door. I don't know whether that's the right type of compensation he would accept anyway." Amy seemed reluctant but I could feel the wetness around my finger increase, so I think she is playing me.
"How could he not accept you as a goodwill gesture. Your pussy is gorgeous, he would love it, as I do. He probably hasn't had sex for a while." While she pondered, I went for the kill and moved down and started licking her pussy. She agrees to almost anything once her pussy is being licked. After a moment, I came back up and started sucking her nipples, then looked at her.
Finally, after a short and silent staring competition she said "Okay, I'll do it, but it's just for you."
"Good." I moved back down between her thighs as she spread her legs and started licking her pussy again. While she enjoyed me pleasuring her soft tasty pussy and with her eyes closed, she would now be imagining Finn's hard new cock sliding deep into her. Just for me she says, not likely, but it was a yes. This idea is also about my pleasure, eventually hoping to see her being fucked by Finn, it's been a while since she has enjoyed a new cock.
In between moans of delight she asked, "do you think he would, how will you ask him, when would you ask him, when would we do it, what about his wife." Amy's reserved reluctancy has changed to being very interested, she wants to do it. But it was too many questions to answer while my tongue was fully engaged in enjoying her now curious hot pussy, and making her body quiver and cum to the thought of another new experience for us. She cum quickly and intensely, which she does sometimes, especially when talk of another person is involved.
After she had her minuscule cum nap, she sat up against the pillows. Her pussy was dribbling cum and juices, creating a wet patch on my side of the bed, as usual. "Do you think he would, how would we do it," she asked again. She's now in the planning stage, and she said 'we'.
"I think he will, I can tell he likes you a lot, he's always checking out your legs. We could do it Tuesday night while Elsie is at her book club. But," here comes the other part of my plan, "as a personal offer to him from me as compensation, would you be willing to fuck him on your own, without me being involved. You can do whatever you want."
