I knew that my wife Tara had a wicked and wild past. We met at a friends place, the local hang out where we both got our weed from. Our mutual friend Mark got Tara and I together. Tara and I started out as stoner hiking buddies before we became lovers.
This happened back in the '90's. I was a 32 year old college student two years from graduating when we met. She was a 24 year old exotic dancer working at one of the better establishments downtown. We kept things on a back burner until I graduated.
To be totally honest with you, if Tara and I had met at the club while she was working dancing naked on stage for the horny men throwing dollars at her we would have never gotten together. But we didn't. We met getting stoned at a friends house on a warm rainy day.
Our Relationship was magical from the start. After the nasty breakup with my ex I never thought that I'd feel that spark again. But there it was with Tara, that magical spark that makes your belly burn with desire. She made me happy again.
We waited until I graduated from the University before we started sharing apartments before eventually moving into a place of our own. Tara was on the pill and I had a vasectomy. It wasn't long after we got married that we started talking about wanting children.
I told Tara honestly that at the time with the ex thinking that both boys were mine. Then finding out that they each had different father's and i wasn't one of them. I told Tara that I could try to get the vasectomy reversed but suggested that it would easier if she just went off the pill. Tara loved the idea and after living for the last two years more or less monogamously she turned back into a hot horny cock craving cum loving slut right before my eyes. I loved it.
Tara got herself back into shape. She lost the weight going to the gym, running, swimming even lifting some weights. Tara had a bad influence on me as well, getting me to work out losing a few pounds and inches. Before I knew it I was married to a hot exotic dancer that just wasn't working at the time. I guess Tara wasn't sure what I would think about my wife dancing naked on stage for drunk horny men.
The next spring Tara and I took a vacation renting a condo for a week on the Big Island of Hawaii. This was the mid 90's and we were too chicken to bring our stash on the jet with us. So the first order of business after checking out our vacation rental was to go score some juicy bud.
We got in our rental car and took off south out of Hilo until we found a town with a headshop. I let Tara do all the talking, she looked so hot with her long brown hair cascading over her tan shoulders. It didn't help that she wasn't wearing a bra to keep her ample D cup breast from bouncing all around under her sun dress.
The nice young hippie lady made a phone call and said that we should go to a bar not far away and wait there for someone. So off we went to find this nebulous bar the name I can't remember. But we found it, the only place open, not hard to find. We parked around the corner and went it. The place was as dark as midnight in a North Dakota. It smelled of stale beer, uncleaned restrooms, smoke and cheap perfume. There were very few people there but in we went.