July 4th was kind of a funny day emotionally for Asia. We went to a big fireworks show and boat parade that day (the traffic was bloody horrendous). It was a great night out. We ate an early dinner at a four star restaurant, the fireworks were spectacular and the boat parade beautiful. At one point, Asia remarked, "I hope we'll be able to bring our kids to this next year." I expressed the hope that would come true, but in my mind, I believed it was pretty unlikely. Adoption procedures usually don't move very quickly. "Are you going to be able to concentrate on your schoolwork this year?" I asked, wondering if she would be so looking forward to bringing over the new additions that she wouldn't be able to focus like she usually does. "I think I will. The more I concentrate on it the faster the time will pass," she philosophized. "Definitely," I agreed. "So keep your mind on what's in front of you, babe, and before you know it we'll have our kids," I promised. "I hope so," she said.

When we went home, she immediately took her clothes off and wanted to go to bed. She requested that I insert my cock into her and then just hold her while we talked. I VERY slowly moved my fuckstick in and out of her to stay hard as we conversed. "So let's suppose you see more kids than just two you want to take home with you, babe. What would you do?" I quizzed. "I don't know if that's one of those things I can decide until I'm actually there, Master." "Yeah, I can understand that," I sympathized. "But how would you feel if I wanted to be a stay at home dad?" "If you didn't already have money," she began, "I would have a big problem with it. But it's not really necessary now for you to have a job to support me and the children we'll have, so I'm okay with it. In fact, I would definitely put off having kids if it was going to affect my studies. You being there actually allows me to have them. So thank you Master." "No problem Asia. I'm glad it will make you happy. You're the best." "I just hope none of them are fussy eaters," she giggled. That cracked me up. "Well, it would be their loss. You're a great cook." "Thank you Master. The good thing is that since they will be Korean they will be used to what I make. I only hope they don't start demanding I make hamburgers and tacos and stuff like that," she smiled. "If they do, my mom can show you. You'll pick it up in a flash," I predicted. "Thank you Master. I know I can. But I think Korean food is better for their health." "I wouldn't doubt it, Asia. We should eat more fish, though. I love it and it's really good for one's health," I suggested. "Yeah, you're right, Master. I'll have to ask my mom and see if she knows anything she can teach me about that."

I turned out the light and we nodded off. When I woke up, Asia had her laptop open and was looking at pictures of kids who were eligible for adoption and their stories. Most of them were pretty sad and I could see that Asia had been doing some weeping. She went to make breakfast even though I told her she didn't have to if she wasn't in the mood for it.

Asia had taken all the AP courses our school offered except two, which she signed up for her senior year. We were able to get three of our classes together because of that, including taking gym during fourth period so that we could ditch it and have a long lunch period like we did the previous semester. This all meant that her course load wasn't nearly as bad as it had been her junior year and we didn't have to spend as much time in the library or online doing research.

In my second period history class, the teacher called the roll by last name. When he came to both me and Asia, he asked if we were related as a kind of joke. He was shocked when I said we were, that Asia was my wife. He congratulated us and asked us when we tied the knot. "June of 2008," I informed him. Then he speculated that it was probably a long time since the school had seen kids who were married as juniors, let alone seniors and moved on. Our school has been in existence since the early years of the 20th century. So I'm sure he was right.

Also during that semester, I was getting bored. Not with Asia, who still kept my torch lit everyday of the week, but I didn't watch much tv and didn't really read a lot, either. So when I wasn't banging Asia or talking with her, I had a lot of time on my hands. I was becoming more and more hesitant to step out on her, too. So after watching the DVD of "The Song Remains the Same" for the umpteenth time (Led Zeppelin is my favorite band), I decided I wanted to play guitar. So I made a wish that I could play like Jimmy Page and would automatically know every Zeppelin and Yardbirds tune. I went out and bought a cherry burst GIbson Les Paul and a headphone amp. I didn't get a real amp because I would have had to soundproof a room of our house. I was only renting it, so I couldn't do that. When we moved to Belair, though, I turned an unused bedroom into a music room/man cave and spend at least two hours a day blasting away in there playing out rock star fantasies in my head.

In October, Asia and I began talking about going to Korea over the Thanksgiving holiday. She was very much up for it. We decided to give the entire week a miss. I told both her and my teachers to mark us as present in the days leading up to the actual holiday when, in fact, we left for Korea the Saturday before the break. Korea that time of year is a little brisk temperaturewise, but otherwise very nice. Our private jet arrived at just past 6 p.m. at the big main national airport (which is beautiful,  incidentally; it puts LAX and John Wayne to shame) and we took a limo into Seoul. I kidded Asia about her being relieved to be back in an  environment where everybody speaks Korean instead of English. She pushed me playfully. "God, I hate Seoul," she said. "It's just too damn crazy here. Inchon is so much better," she said, bragging on her hometown.

The next day, with Asia's parents in tow, we visited some adoption agencies and a couple of orphanages. One of those orphanages was where we met the children who would become our kids for the first time. I shit you not, at the end of about 15 minutes, Asia had already decided which kids we were going to make our family with. Obviously, she couldn't limit herself to just two and I'm glad. When they found out it was us, a couple of 17 but soon to be 18 year olds who were going to be adopting, the people at the orphanage balked. However, when they were informed of the size of my bank account (actually, bank accountS, since I have it spread out over hundreds of banks, including one in Switzerland) then they got A LOT friendlier.

That trip was also the last time I messed around on Asia. The hotel we stayed at in Seoul was fucking sweet. The female desk clerks were such knockouts it was insane! The ones at our hotel in Inchon were pretty hot, too, but Jesus Quincy Christ, this lineup was so stellar that "killer" doesn't even begin to describe it. And then there were the elevator girls, too. Holy shit!

The female desk clerks all spoke english to one degree or another. I went downstairs from our room and told one of those desk clerks to tell me when she was getting off of work. She was off at six. I told her to wait for me and I would follow a few yards behind her to her apartment, where she lived with a couple other women (neither of them were coworkers). At 5:30, ordered Asia to have a nap. She was soon sawing logs and I went out the door. The desk clerk, who was named Eun-na, saw me and went out the door. I trailed her and we got on a bus. After about 15 minutes on the bus, we got off near a block of high rise apartments. We took the elevator up (there is no elevator girl in these apartments) and I told her that we were going to have sex and that she was going to enjoy it.

When we got to her apartment, her roommates were there. Eun-na introduced me and then we went into her bedroom. Eun-na was 5'4" and 100 pounds maybe. She was overly made up and her hair was tied up into a bun, too, so I told her to go take a shower and to lose the makeup and let her hair hang down. In other words, to look natural. 20 minutes later, she was back in her bedroom and when she dropped the towel she revealed an absolutely smokin' body! Her breasts were pillowy large B cups, almost C's with dark brown nipples and she had a neatly trimmed bush. Her legs were toned and slim, as was her body. I went instantly hard as soon as I saw Eun-na shaking her groove thang out the door back at the hotel, but peeping her starkers made my dick do the tighten up just that much more. Without all the makeup and with her hair now hanging naturally, it exhibited the true contours of her lovely Korean face and her long hair softened the impression she made now.

I wrapped her in my arms and we kissed for a few minutes and then I had her get down on her knees and suck me. This she wasn't very good at and didn't seem to care for very much. So I grabbed her head and rammed my cock between those lips and skullfucked her until I filled her mouth with my manjuice, which she swallowed at my direction. It was probably the first time in her life semen had sullied her tummy.

We climbed into bed and I parted her rose petal like labia. I found her clit and sucked it like an infant does her mother's teat, bringing her to loud orgasm after orgasm. She didn't seem to care about whether her roommates would hear us as she huffed and puffed and screamed.

I was hard again by the time I pulled my face out of her crotch and pushed my meat stick into her velvety pussy. She sucked air through her teeth as I bored it into her due to my size, but I was able to park the whole thing inside of her and then began to pump. She moaned in Korean and said something to me that I didn't understand, so I just kept at it. My little soldier invaded her strategic territory again and again, her defenses weakening with each successive thrust. Fuck, she was tight! It was definitely a snug fit and my ardor heated up as things progressed. I was getting closer and so was she, so I loaded my hips up and hammered it into her like I was trying to drive a railroad spike into the ground and she was writhing and sighing and gasping under me, her breasts waving slightly with every in stroke and the attendant crash of my pubic bone against her ass until she let out a panting yell that sounded like it emanated from an animal as the orgasm went through her.

I pulled out of her and lay on my back. She squatted over my prong and guided it to her hole and seated her vaginal walls on it, rocking and twirling her hips to stir it inside of her while she put her hands on my chest to balance herself. Her sweet  tits flopped in front of me with every back and forth slide of her pussy on my schlong and I reached out and grabbed some. Two minutes later, she was issuing some unintelligible (at least to me) exhortation as her cunt continued to glide up and down my length. She went off again before I painted her pink house with my sperm filled frosting.

We laid there about 20 minutes recovering and cuddling before I told her I had to go and that she wasn't going to tell anyone about our one night stand. I returned to my hotel, took a shower and then woke Asia up. We stayed up until 11 and then called it a night.

Getting back to what happened at the orphanage, the guy who ran it explained to us that because of our ages, we would have to pay a "transaction fee." This was a euphemism for a bribe and they gave me a bank account number to transfer the $40,000 they were demanding into. Once that was paid, they said, then they could process the paper work. I was livid and so was Mr. Oh, who tried to negotiate the bribe downward for me, but Asia had her heart set on those kids and so I had no choice but to pay. We had zero leverage. "This is why I left Korea," Mr. Oh fumed. "This kind of backdoor bullshit in business here."

When we got home, I wired the money, but then they informed me that it would take three months to get all the paperwork approvals from the Korean authorities  We also had to hire an immigration lawyer to make sure we could legally bring the kids into the U.S. All told, it took about six months to take care of the bureaucratic bullshit. We went back to Korea over Easter break and bam! Instant family!

That last semester of school, we only had to have three classes to graduate. So that is all we took in order to spend as much time as possible with the kids when we were finally able to get them. Asia's mom babysat them while we were in school, which was a lifesaver. The first time that Asia cooked dinner for them she cried afterward. Asia, like most women, is very sentimental. She also teared up the first time the kids called her the Korean term for "mom."

Asia was named senior class valedictorian and was admitted to the college she wanted to get into. That April, just after she turned 18, we went looking at houses in the general vicinity of that university and bought a 5,000 square foot six bedroom property. The neighborhood itself isn't gated but my property is. The lot is huge. I do all the lawn care myself (thank God for riding mowers!) and we have a junior olympic sized swimming pool that we all use to workout and play in. We have an amazing life and I'm grateful for it.

It amazed me how quickly our kids picked up English. I talked to them constantly and so did Asia. We taught them to read over that first year they were in America, too. All of them except Young-mi were already literate in Korean. Now Asia speaks to them in just Korean while they get their English input from me. They all still have obvious accents. The twins and Jae-sun entered kindergarten this past year while Young-mi still has a year to wait. They seem to be adjusting fine.

The only thing that will be weird is watching Asia and the kids age while I stay the same. I hope she lives a long, long life. The day I lose her will be very sad indeed. She's in her second year of college now and is thinking of putting off med school for a few years so that she can spend more time with our kids, especially in the youngest phase of their lives. Whatever she decides I'll support. As long as her and my kids are happy life is good.

The End