A sparkling birthday

 It was last summer when I was invited to my coaching colleague Ian's birthday party. Debby had taken the opportunity and arranged to meet her dance group for a girls' night out, the kids were with Mom for the holidays so we were independent. It was Saturday night and, not wanting to take any chances drinking, I took a cab to Ian's house, who lived in a nice house in the neighboring town.
When I arrived most of the guests were already there and Ian's wife Siobhan opened the door for me. She greeted me warmly with kisses on both cheeks and whispered in my ear: "Will you please pay attention to him? He's overdoing it a bit with drinking again, and that's in the heat! At least he listens to you!” You have to know that temperatures of around 20 degrees Celsius and three days without rain in Ireland are already referred to as a heat wave. I patted her cheek. "Don't worry," I said. "I'll check on him in a moment."
I stepped outside through the patio door and smelled the incomparable aroma of grilled food. Ian, a bulky apparition of about 195 cm, came up to me with a red face and greeted me, as always a little too loudly, and landed his pan-sized paw with a bang on my shoulder.
"How are you, old house? How's the knee doing?” From time to time, the injury that had contributed to the end of my career broke out in the form of inflammation and caused problems. "Everything is okay, thanks!" I replied, and shook a couple of hands that were stretched out to me. I gratefully accepted a plate of grilled lamb and beans, which I wolfed down hungrily. Ian's friend Malcolm worked at Kilkenny Brewery and had organized a 10 gallon "party keg" which I also got a pint from. I looked around and studied the people. I knew some of them, but not exactly through football, which had brought me to Ireland. Here the national sports are Gaelic Football or Hurling, which would require a separate story to describe. The football we know is not a fringe sport, but the distribution and payment are modest compared to us. I was only able to finance our property in the southwest of the island through a large inheritance.
I watched Ian as I'd promised Siobhan and realized he must have started partying early that morning. So I sat down with him and tried to engage him in conversation. Head reddened from the alcohol and the heat, he said with a heavy tongue that he now had big plans for his college team. I am his great role model, because ".. third place and the Euroliga qualification, you managed that cleanly .."
Siobhan walked by and Ian pulled her onto his lap, which she squeaked to resist. Ian had the famous 'thousand hands' and tried to get under her t-shirt and up her skirt with those huge hands. She jumped off his lap and dashed into the house. Ian's pants were clearly baggy and he made no effort to hide it. I followed Siobhan and asked if I could use the toilet.
"Of course, but it's busy down here right now. Upstairs, the first door on the left is the bathroom.”
I thanked and went upstairs. Some of the food was brewing and I had to spend a little longer in the bathroom than I thought. I had just finished washing my hands when I heard Siobhan's and Ian's voices coming up the stairs. What I heard from Siobhan's hasty, low-pitched protest was that Ian had intensified his advances and she now insisted that he should lie down for an hour. I opened the bathroom door a crack and watched as she pushed him in front of her into the bedroom where he wrapped his arms around her again and kissed her. The door didn't close completely, so I could see that despite Ian's rudeness, her resistance eased and she returned his kisses. With both hands he massaged her breasts, whose hardened peaks showed through the thin T-shirt. Rough but hearty, he grabbed her between the legs and fumbled in her crotch, where a light stain was emerging. She, on the other hand, had trouble grasping the enormous bulge in his pants with both hands. Amazingly adept despite his condition, he peeled her out of her clothes and ripped off his own t-shirt and shorts. He then threw Siobhan onto the bed, wedged himself between her legs and tried to penetrate her. But his half-limp tail only half slipped into the wet cleft in front of him, and he gasped from the effort. Suddenly he collapsed and pinched the helpless Siobhan under him with his massive body. He had actually fallen asleep! I wanted to step up and help her but at that moment Ian continued thrusting. A short time later he cracked away again and Siobhan managed to roll Ian off of her. She murmured, "Lie down for a long time. Your darling knows you need to get rid of it urgently!”
With that she bent over the dozing Ian, took his cock in her mouth and suckled it with devotion and delight. I had watched the whole scene with growing cock and wanted to pluck myself off the palm tree as soon as I got to the door, but the sight of this bare bottom of a pretty woman blowing a stately stud with smacking accompanying noises was clearly too much for me. I pulled out my spike and carefully stepped into the bedroom. Siobahn was so busy that she only noticed me when I chased my joy dispenser from behind with a running start into the wide-open shell. With her mouth full, she could only grunt in surprise and speeded up her blowing concert at Ian's. I started with slow thrusts and gradually upped the ante. Siobahn pulled out a pillow with one hand and placed it over Ian's eyes, leaving his mouth and nose uncovered so that he didn't see in a lucid moment what was happening on his bed. I fucked her faster and faster, our bodies slapping against each other and her hands darting up and down Ian's cock faster and faster while she let the thick head and a large part of the shaft disappear into her throat. I let some saliva drip onto her ass during our banging and pressed my middle finger into her tight rosette, whereupon she writhed and with a loud "Hhhmmpff!" intensified her counterattacks and her mouth work. I couldn't pass up the opportunity, so I pulled my strap, which was now well oiled, out of the overflowing shell and pressed against Siobhan's rosette, which surprisingly gave way immediately. She let Ian's cock slip out of her mouth for a moment, because now she had to take a breath and let out a deep sigh, before she went back to the spike, which had been blown to enormous size. She pushed against me so that my pleasure-giver soon disappeared all the way down her dark channel. I began to thrust cautiously, and she pushed back each thrust with vigour. My sack began to bubble, suddenly Ian groaned and I began to thrust cautiously, and she pushed back each thrust with vigour. My sack began to bubble, suddenly Ian groaned and I began to thrust cautiously, and she pushed back each thrust with vigour. My sack began to bubble, suddenly Ian moaned and******* his cum down Siobhan's throat, who in turn swallowed while groaning and cramping her abdomen. Since I could no longer hold back and pumped my cream deep into her intestines. I lay on her back for a while and played with her breasts, then I withdrew, closed the bedroom door and disappeared into the bathroom again, where I washed my fallen prick. When I was done and dressed again, I went back to the party and got myself a fresh beer. The guests hadn't noticed the hosts' absence, and Siobhan rejoined us a few minutes later. She leaned down to me and whispered in my ear: "You can tell you used to be a goalkeeper! A force from behind!”
I grinned and enjoyed the beer.