~Years into the future; hill country outside Austin, Tx~
Liv and I sat on the couch together, several co-workers sitting around us on chairs and love seats. The French doors are open and warm air drifts in bringing the smoke of the grill in with it. The house is filled with the sounds of chaos as our five children, and the children of our friends dart from each corner, across to other corners. Up and downstairs thundering, screaming, and throwing things as they go. Our children are named Margaret, Aiden, Amy, Sarah, and Collin.
"So was adoption expensive?" One of our friends says, watching our daughter Amy run past, her distinct Asian features present but subtle.
Liv and I exchange glances, "It was, but our adopted children were private adoptions so it could have been a lot more. We adopted a couple of friends' children when things were difficult." Liv answered.
"That's so nice of you." Our friend responded.
Liv smiled and shrugged, "We always wanted a big family anyway and they all are very close."
"Which ones are yours?"
"Only Amy and Margaret were adopted, the other three we had naturally." I answered.
As I responded Amy came running up and crashed into my knees, her six-year-old face burgeoning with excitement, "Daddy! The fire thing do the fire thing!" She yelled smashing her hand on my leg.
"Excuse me," I said to our guests. Liv rolled her eyes and sipped coffee. She hated the fire thing.
I got up and Amy went running outside, "Guys come on he's going to do the fire thing!" Nine kids bolted past me, following Amy into the backyard. Liv was right to hate the fire thing, it's pretty dangerous. Essentially, I load the grill up with fuel and close it, then pull the lid off which causes a fireball when the air reaches the fire. But the kids think its super cool so why not? Ok, I think it's cool too. But why did I study engineering if I can't do mad scientist shit?
~Present day; College Station, Tx~
Liv and I had thrown a party. A number of our mutual friends and some people from the university had all come and it was in full swing by 10:30. Music, dancing in the living room and a whole table of alcohol for attendants to serve themselves. The only person absent was Amy, who had gone off on a date of all things, but that was fine. Our arrangement was a stop gap to something real.
I was in the kitchen drinking wine and flirting with my wife when we heard heels on the floor strutting into the kitchen and we both looked up. Amy came in, moving like a wild cat through the party in her crimson halter top dress. Her face was furrowed, and she looked unhappy.
"Amy what's wrong?"
She poured a full glass of pinot and took a long chug, "Shit date, third one in two weeks. I don't understand why I keep attracting stoners and bus boys. I know I have a bit of a history but so do they." She complained, before filling her mouth and cheeks with wine and swallowing hard.
Amy looked at me, "Can I borrow you, for a bit... in my room?"
I looked at Liv and then Amy, "I dunno, I was kind of hoping to spend the night with my wife, I went through all the trouble to throw a party and get her drunk. You know how stingy she is."
Liv punched me on the arm.
"Ow!"
"I've been practically edging for like twenty minutes it probably won't even take that long." Amy pleaded, "Please?"
"It's up to her, it's her night." I said pointing to Liv.
"He's all yours, just don't have his baby before I do." Liv said, draping her arms over her sorority sister's shoulders.
"A thoughtful guy with a future? I would welcome his baby." Amy said putting her head to Liv's with a devious smile.
Liv smirked back, "You can have his baby if you want just not before I do."
I leaned in behind Amy, pushing my hips into hers and reaching around them both to grab Liv's ass. They both laughed, and Amy turned to look at me, "Typical man, trying to have his cake and eat it too."
Liv grabbed the hem of Amy's short dress, sliding it up to expose her lace panties and soft, bare cheeks, "Mmm I love giving him cake."
Amy put her hand on Liv's face and pressed her lips to Liv's. Liv kissed back, parting her lips and letting her tongue slide against Amy's. Liv leaned away, "Go now, before I claim him for myself."
"You can come with us." Amy suggested, pulling down her dress.
"No, no, I'll stay with the party. Just save some for me later."
Amy brushed Liv's nose with a finger, "No promises." She turned around and looked at me, "Come on, you."
Amy grabbed my hand and pulled me out of the kitchen, behind me Liv called out, "Have fun!"
As she pulled me through the living room, full of people dancing, chatting and mixing drinks, I flicked the hem of her skirt, pulled on the strap of her halter top, and swatted at her butt. She laughed, trying to keep my hand away as we made our way to her room.
We made it up the first flight of stairs to the landing and I caught her shoulder, turning her around and leaning her against the wall. As she leaned back, she pulled me to her in a sloppy kiss, wet and loud, her tongue assaulting mine.
I reached between her legs, dragging my palm across her thigh until I reached the lace panties below gently digging my finger into her folds. She let out a gasp and moaned through a bit lip holding my neck. The fabric was slick and my finger dampened quickly.
She put her hand to her mouth and moaned as I rubbed her, her hips rocking in response. I could feel her clenching, her stomach, legs, and hips, tight with pleasure. One hand gripped my neck the other covered her mouth as she tried not to draw attention to our carnal display.
I pulled my finger from her legs and licked her taste off it. She was panting and her eyes were heavy with lust, "Do you want to fuck here?"
She had asked the question but her unsteady fingers were reaching into her dress soon after her panties fell to her ankles, draping across her shoes. She leaned forward, grabbing my lips with hers for another frenetic kiss, her fingers pulling open my belt and pants. As we kissed, I ran my hand over her chest, groping the modest breasts below the dress. She shuddered and moaned, yanking my pants open and dragging my boxers away from my cock.
She pulled me into the open air, stroking me quickly, her hand becoming slick with precum.
I turned her around. She staggered awkwardly in her heels, until her face and shoulders were leaned against the wall and lifted the hem of her dress exposing her olive, soft, ass. I ran my hand over it, making her bite her lip and look back at me.
She spread her legs and flexed her hips back, exposing her brown folds, sleek, and glossy with fluid and putting a hand on her hip, angled myself to her and pushed, feeling my cock force her open inch by inch. She covered her mouth and hung her head, moaning into her palm as I started stroking her guts from behind, her butt quietly slapping against my waist.
"Fuck I'm already so close..." She gasped in a hoarse voice.
Her pussy wet my balls and stomach with each successive thrust, steadily punching her insides as the tight half-asian body welcomed me with flutters, jerks, and clenching from pleasure. I reached up pulling on the knot that held up her dress, it came apart and the dress fell slack across her shoulders.
