The only thing true in this story is the places do exist. NASCAR races do have some exhibitionism but this story absolutely exaggerates.
Edited by DRGRIFFIN
Introduction
Hi, my name is Merna. I am a 37 years old female, 5 feet 6 inches tall and about 130 pounds. I have been married to a man named Jake for 15 years with no children.
We were married after graduating college when I was 22. He is a salesman and I am a graphic artist. We make an adequate living but not great. He is away a lot with his job. This left me with a great deal of free time to myself.
Because of the all the free time, I worked out a lot in the gym. I lifted weights and used treadmills. As a result I have a firm body, and softness in the right places. My legs are very muscular, my waist is trim and my butt for some reason stays large, a full 39 inches with cheeks that are very rounded. I have a pale complexion with thick reddish hair making me very cautious about the sun. Consequently, I have very few freckles like many redheads. I was a 36C before breast augmentation, which turned me into a full D, with breasts that stand high and firm on my chest, overfilling most of my bras. My breasts really do not need to be contained in a bra as they only have the slightest sag, staying round and mounded even without a bra. I really thought the augmentation worked well for me.
I got the breast augmentation in hopes of improving our sex lives. Almost from the start of our marriage, Jake seemed to have no interest in me. We had sex about once a week with little or no foreplay at all. There was no experimenting, no orgasms for me just a 'wham bam Thank you ma'am. And when he was on his too often business trips there wasn't even poor sex. I was frustrated, always horny and had to relieve my frustrations with a variety of toys. I had lots of fantasies but never acted on them. The breast augmentation did help for a couple of months as Jake paid more attention to my larger bust. But that did not last so I tried wearing really slutty lingerie trying to get a rise out of him, but got only halfhearted efforts.
There were several instances where I caught Jake being untruthful about where he was and what he was doing. In each instance I decided to not confront him hoping that things would get better through my efforts. This turned out to be wishful thinking. Yet I was always faithful to Jake until... well read on.
I knew that something needed to be done but I did not know what I could do. I really had no idea!
Every year Jake went to a 3-day race at Talladega with some college friends. I knew a couple of them, which made me very curious about what they did at the races. Of course, I had seen and read the stories about loose women at the races, all the boob flashing and drinking and shenanigans. We had a small camper that was a pop up, used only for this event. As time went by I got more and more curious. So I nagged Jake for a couple of years to let me go, always getting NO for an answer. This year I was determined to go with him even though I hated the idea of a 3-day tailgate with rednecks.
Merna gets an invitation to the races
"Jake, I would like to go with you to Talladega this year," I said to Jake after a Saturday night of mundane sex.
"No, you really don't."
"Why not?" I asked.
"You don't like car races," Jake rationalized. "You also don't like camping, sleeping without air conditioning, mosquitoes or any thing else this outing might bring. And you can not stay out in the sun without a lot of sun screen."
"Well, I can't argue with any of that," I agreed, "but we need to find something we can do together. It has been months since we did anything together."
"We just had sex together!" Jake pointed out.
"You know what I mean," I said with some anger.
"You just don't know what it is like," Jake said. "It is mostly men and the women who go there are tough."
"I can be tough!" I protested.
"You just don't know what you are getting into," he said. "I mean you really have to be extra tough. I think you are too soft for this."
"Let me show you," I fumed.
"You are going to regret this, probably make me miserable trying," Jake lamented. "If you go, you have to do whatever the group says and not whine or complain. Most of all you have to fit in with the guys. These guys have been my friends for years. Only a couple bring wives and none are like you."
"What do you mean, like me?" I shouted with my hand on my hips. By now I was standing by the bed naked and turning red with anger.
"You are a pampered women that has no experience roughing it," he said angrily as he also stood facing me.
"You mean to tell me, you don't think I am tough enough to spend 2 nights in a camper with you!" I yelled.
"I don't think you will do what it takes to fit in with my friends," he said shaking his head.
"I think I can," I said a little less loudly. "After all I know Tom and Ed."
"There is also Jeff and Jerome," he said. "Their wives have experienced these weekends and learned to enjoy the experience. These are very experienced women."
"If they can do it, I can do it!" I almost cried.
"Ok, but remember I told you that you would be sorry," Jake exhaled.
"Maybe, but I want to try," I said tearfully.
Jake gave in saying, "You have to agree to the following conditions, you have to go with the flow, be ready for anything, and no crying. I don't want you to embarrass me by being a wimpy, weepy female. Lastly what ever happens in Talladega stays in Talladega."
"I agree," I said excitedly. "I am going to make you proud." Little did I know this was a pivotal decision for me!
Jake and Merna go to the race
A week before we were supposed to go I began to wonder how I needed to prepare for the trip.
"What do I need to take to Talladega?" I asked Jake the Saturday before we would leave.
"We will leave early Friday morning, set up the camper, and go to the afternoon warm-up if we have time," Jake said. "Then leave Sunday afternoon after the big race. I have taken care of booze. You can bring some wine if you want. Food is bought there. No need to rough it any more than necessary."