Change, part 1

 Our twin daughters, Florence and Jennifer, were turning fifteen, and Debby and I were facing the greatest crisis in our history.
About the background: Shortly before the birth of our girls, I had to end my career as a professional footballer due to a serious injury and a few months later I was hired as a coach in Ireland. We had bought a nice and large property in the southwest of the Emerald Isle and settled in great over the years. A lot had happened in the meantime: Debby's mother had gone back to England after we had had an iron love triangle in all conceivable forms for almost 20 years. Since I had lived in Debby's family when I was barely 18 years old, I had an absolutely open relationship with Debby, which included her mother as well as countless men on Debby's side as well as countless women on mine. We also spiced up our love life together with that we told each other about our adventures ... until ... yes, until one day I met a woman who took my breath away (? "Fateful encounter"). I had the most emotionally deep sex with her that I have ever had and I knew very well that Debby would never know about it. I could never have explained to her that with the hundreds of blowjobs and numbers in the most insane positions and in all the approaches she had never been able to convey these feelings to me, as I was allowed to experience with this woman. From then on I was no longer the same. Debby of course soon noticed this and blamed my mood swings on my age, because after all I was already a sprightly late thirties in the prime of his midlife crisis, she said. She did not grow gray hair because of it - at least that's what she told me, and she treated herself to many a number with different men. At some point it absolutely no longer bothered me when she wanted to tell me about it, and when she did I fought off or just stood up and took our dog, a streaky husky named Cracker, for a walk into the village and left me in the pub taste a few beers.

We had twins again, Kyle and Janet, a while after settling in Ireland. The two had recently started school and are currently spending vacation with her grandmother, mom, in England. Our big boys were completely beside themselves when I just got home from training with my team. I knew that they and Debby were busy preparing for their birthday party, but Florence pulled me aside and whispered excitedly in my ear: “Do you know who's announced to visit us? Jerry and his parents! "
I couldn't believe my ears, because: Jerry had been baptized with my nickname by his parents, Siggi and Peter, because I am his birth father (see “First Surprise”), which nobody knew except for the two of them, Debby and me and should never know. During his school days, Jerry had often spent his holidays with us, but he was now a grown man of 22 years, who in the meantime had not only completed his school and military service but also trained as a car mechanic. To my personal chagrin, his passion for football had waned so much during puberty that his career aspirations in this direction broke and I could not keep the promises I had made to Peter and Siggi: When they told me that I was Jerry's father,
We hadn't seen him or our friends for a few years, but we always kept in touch by letter and phone. I was delighted, and Debby threw me around my neck and proudly announced that she had already prepared the guest rooms in the building next to our main house. The O'Learys, who had sold us the property at the time, were still very vigorous in their old age, and we soon hired them as “housemaids” and “butlers”. They weren't full-time jobs, of course, but they stepped in whenever we needed them, which was the case here.
In the evening at the dinner table we were all in a good mood when suddenly the girls started whispering. I reprimanded the two of them good-naturedly, whereupon they continued to speak at normal volume, but in Gaelic, the Irish national language. I couldn't stand this for my death, although it is a guttural, but very beautiful and melodic language. During that time Debby had learned to speak German with almost no accent, and we had raised the girls to be bilingual. Florence and Jennifer had just spent their school days in Ireland and learned Gaelic, which was completely foreign to me. I couldn't understand her chatter in the least, which snapped a sharp call for order in the direction of the girls. They looked at me in a disgruntled mood and Debby put her hand on my arm. The mood turned brutal, but, thank God, dinner was over and the girls went grumbling into their rooms. I helped Debby clear the table and she grinned and tried to explain the girls' behavior to me.
"You covered it a bit, they didn't say anything bad," said Debby, wrapping her arms around my neck and kissing me longingly.
“You all three know very well that I hate it when I can't follow conversations at the table. How do you even know that their secrecy was 'harmless'? ”
“ You forget that I had to help our daughters with their schoolwork all these years, and Gaelic is a compulsory subject in this country, ”she laughed and massaged my buttocks slowly and steadily and bulging my sweatpants. "Do you want me to explain what they were talking about?" She cooed.
"Oh, stop it. I need some fresh air anyway. I'm going to the cliffs, maybe in the village to the pub, ”I grumbled and pushed her away from me, even though my balls were almost bursting. She stared at me almost resignedly and almost whispered: "May I come with you?"
For some time now I hadn't really felt like togetherness with her, but I made a gesture that signaled something like approval. We put on our windbreakers and set out on the half-hour walk to the cliff, which started right behind our house.
She hooked herself up to me and began to say, “I have to go back a little to explain. As you can easily see, our girls have been completely ripe for a long time; nothing has 'happened' yet, but their conversations have been about topic number 1 for a long time now, and even I sometimes got very bloomy when I listened to their fantasies. Since we got the call from Siggi this morning with the announcement of our visit, the girls have been constantly putting their heads together and whispering. As I said, I can understand them when I'm close enough. And do you know what they are planning? You want to seduce Jerry! He should be the one who takes away their innocence! "
I stopped and looked at Debby. With a mixture of amusement, fatherly concern and genuine indignation, I said, “That is probably ... is out of the question! Debby, don't you get it? They are siblings! ”
Debby pulled me on and said:“ I have a similar relationship with our daughters as my mom used to have with me, although maybe not quite as open. Nevertheless, I went to the gynecologist with the two of them a few months ago and had them prescribed the pill. So from there ... why don't we give things the opportunity to develop? "
She pushed me in the direction of a wind-protected bench, on which we sat down. She wrapped her arms around me and kissed me more tenderly than in a long time. Her hands did not remain idle; with one of them she gently massaged my re-awakened bulge in my crotch, with the other she opened the zipper of my jeans and freed my bliss donor from its tight prison.
I whispered in her ear: "You will have to hurry, it's cool out here!"
She smiled and cupped the shaft of my tail with both hands, warming and massaging it at the same time. She leaned forward and slowly closed the tip of my spike with her lips. Her fiery red hair spread over this magnificent sight, hiding it from the wind and observation. I closed my eyes, pushed aside all argumentative thoughts and gave in to Debby's caresses. It felt like she was going out of her way today to give me a wonderful blowjob. She pulled out all the stops and sucked, massaged and sucked like at the very best of times, swirled her tongue and hands, raised and lowered her head in a fantastic rhythm and pace, so that it did not take too long, until my explosion was announced with the first twitches of my tail. She noticed this and moved a little faster, then my eruption broke its path with elemental force. As Debby intended, my cream whipped into her mouth, and she swallowed and swallowed, still not slowing her movements a bit. My roar was carried away by the wind and the screeching of seagulls and it took quite a while for the waves of my departure to ebb within me. Smiling, she turned back to me and kissed me tenderly while I stuffed my genitals back into my pants. We broke up and continued on our way, with Debby still saying: "I have to wash this portion of cream down with a nice Guinness!" then my eruption broke its path with elemental force. As Debby intended, my cream whipped into her mouth and she swallowed and swallowed, still not slowing her movements a bit. My roar was carried away by the wind and the screeching of seagulls and it took quite a while for the waves of my departure to ebb within me. Smiling, she turned back to me and kissed me tenderly while I stuffed my genitals back into my pants. We broke up and continued on our way, with Debby still saying: "I have to wash this portion of cream down with a nice Guinness!" then my eruption broke its path with elemental force. As Debby intended, my cream whipped into her mouth and she swallowed and swallowed, still not slowing her movements a bit. My roar was carried away by the wind and the screeching of seagulls and it took quite a while for the waves of my departure to ebb within me. Smiling, she turned back to me and kissed me tenderly while I stuffed my genitals back into my pants. We broke up and continued on our way, with Debby still saying: "I have to wash this portion of cream down with a nice Guinness!" My roar was carried away by the wind and the screeching of seagulls and it took quite a while for the waves of my departure to ebb within me. Smiling, she turned back to me and kissed me tenderly while I stuffed my genitals back into my pants. We broke up and continued on our way, with Debby still saying: "I have to wash this portion of cream down with a nice Guinness!" My roar was carried away by the wind and the screeching of seagulls and it took quite a while for the waves of my departure to ebb within me. Smiling, she turned back to me and kissed me tenderly while I stuffed my cocks back into my pants. We broke up and continued on our way, with Debby still saying: "I have to wash this portion of cream down with a nice Guinness!"
In the pub we sat next to each other at our "regulars table" in the corner, with the pitch-black Irish national drink in front of us. Hardly a word was said between us, especially I stared in front of myself and played lost in thought with my beer mat.
Suddenly Debby said softly: "Isn't it, it's over?"
(To be continued!)