Hi, I'm Lisa. I'm 24 and married to Mike who is six years older than me and a wonderful husband. Though I am young, I have been told that I have "old fashion" values. I believe that when you get married, you are married for life.
I also believe that it is the wife's job to keep her husband happy no matter what she needs to do whether it is comfortable for her or not. This is a series of story about how I went beyond my comfort zone to make Mike happy.
At least part of what I wrote here is true. It is up to you to determine which parts.
Lisa
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Mike and I met 3 years ago at a motorcycle rally. The first time that I saw him, I thought he was really hot and his Harley was even hotter. A mutual friend introduced us and in no time, we were dating. Our favorite thing to do was to take long rides on his Harley. Before long, we were a couple and were riding ever weekend that the weather permitted.
Two months after we started dating, I moved into his house and a year later we were married. It was not your traditional wedding ceremony. We got married on the beach at Sunset with 50 of our closest friends and their bikes. After the ceremony ended, we all headed to the community center at a friend's apartment complex for one hell of a party.
The Club that we rode with was your typical weekend Bikers out for a good time. They were mostly professional guys and gals out to let off some steam from a grueling week. That meant lots of beer, boobs, and whooping it up. There were a lot of hot chicks in the Club and I didn't want Mike looking around too much so I would try to be sexy for him.
We participated in some of the Biker contest at the events and Mike was all too eager to buy me anything leather that I wanted. While I was not nearly as wild as a lot of the girls at the events, I would occasionally flash my tits or give another girl a peck on their lips. Mike always enjoyed it when I would push my limits and put on a show for him.
Recently, a small group of guys approached Mike about joining their elite Club. It was only 5 couples and they were looking for one more couple to join them. We knew the couples from Rally's we went to and they always had the wildest bikes, coolest toys, and seemed like they had the most fun.
The thing that struck me the most was the incredible bond they had between them. The guys seemed like brothers and the gals seemed like sisters. The fact that they were a young good looking group didn't hurt either.
I remember the night that Mike told me that they had pulled him aside and offered us an invitation to join their Club. He was all excited that they wanted us as members. He said that they invited us to go on a kind of probationary 3 day Run in two weeks. They said that if we fit in with everyone, then they would offer us a formal invitation to join.
They said that it was also up to us if we wanted to become part of their group. We both thought it was cool and for the next two weeks, it seemed like that was all Mike talked about. I could tell this was a big deal for him.
All week, he worked on getting the Harley ready. He cleaned it up until it looked perfect. It was a hot summer day and we met the group for breakfast at a local restaurant. All of them were so easy going and welcoming.
After breakfast, they explained that we would be riding out to the Club's Retreat about an hour away. It was a great day and the ride was wonderful. When we arrived, we turned off the main country road onto a dirt road with a gate. There were no markings on the gate but it contained a large padlock. One of the guys unlocked the lock and opened the gate and we all road in.
We rode for several minutes before coming to a beautiful secluded cabin and a small lake. Off to the side was a gazebo with an outdoor kitchen and large table. Mike was taken back on how nice everything was. It was obvious that somebody in the group had a lot of money to afford a place like this.
Bob was the guy that initially approach Mike with the invitation to join and it appeared that this was his and his wife's (Mary) place. They gave us a tour and explained that they owned 50 acres and that Club members were welcome to use the place anytime they weren't.
The place was simply amazing. By the time we got back, everyone was settling in. Since it was so hot, the wife's all changed out of their leathers and into their skimpy bikinis. The guys were busy firing up the outdoor grille. Beers for the guys and Margaritas for the girls.
Pretty soon, I could smell the marijuana in the air. Mike had told me that he had smoked it in the past but I had never tried it. It is not that I had anything against it, it was just that the time was never right. I was getting pretty relaxes from the Margaritas when Mike came over and checked on me.
He had a joint in his hand and asked me if I wanted to try some. He put it to his lips and lit it drawing in on it. I was a little uneasy since we were with a group that I didn't really know that well but with Mike there, I figured that I had nothing to worry about.
He passed me the joint and told me to just inhale a little bit. I did as he said and it was quite smooth. We passed the joint back and forth several times before he said that was enough for the first time and put it out.
Very shortly, I started to feel strange. It wasn't a bad feeling, quite the opposite. Mike asked me how I felt and I snickered and said that I thought I was getting high. I could see a subtle change in his expression and could tell he was getting high also.