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."
"What do I wear?" I asked. I sort of knew it was halter-tops and shorts but hoped he would give me another answer.
"Well, I think you know it will be hot so dress skimpy," he said. "Maybe you should bring a bikini and some of that sexy underwear you bought."
"Why would I need sexy underwear?" I queried.
"You never know what will happen," he said in an off hand way.
So that week I worked on my wardrobe. I did have several pairs of shorts including one pair of blue jeans shorts. I took the scissors making the blue jean shorts even shorter. After cutting them, you could see the crease at the bottom of my buttocks and very close to the edge of my pussy. I also had a halter-top that I wore in college before the enlarged boobs. The boobs pressed out both sides and lots of cleavage could be seen. I had to admit it showed off my flat belly. I knew Talladega was the only place I could wear it and hoped no one I know in Birmingham saw me there. I also decided to take a baby doll nightgown and a pair of mini thong panties made of leather that only covered the slit of my pussy. Lot of pussy lip showed. I had never even tried these on. I knew there would be no chance to wear them but as he said, "Who knows". I planned to show him I could be sexy.
In short, I had gotten to the point I would try almost anything to save this relationship!
I wore a thin sundress with no bra and a pair of white lace panties with comfortable sneakers traveling to the race. This outfit really showed off my firm, high round breasts. Jake approved.
We got to our campsite, set up in time to walk around to see the cars warming up. At about 6pm, we headed back to the campsite. I was feeling good, like maybe we were renewing our relationship. I was somewhat optimistic but apprehensive also.
As we got to the camp, everyone was there. Tom and Ed were college chums, looking much like Jake. Average sized successful white guys. Neither had a spouses now. It seemed both had been married for years before divorcing last year.
Jeff and Jerome were different. They were race friends. Jeff was a large fat redneck maybe 45 years old. Not particular handsome. His wife, Rose, was a plain small pale blond maybe 5 foot tall and could hardly weigh 100 pounds. She appeared to be muscular in very good shape. She was wearing almost nothing. The bikini was barely more than 2 strings, one with just enough material to cover her nipples, and barely a patch covering her pussy. I had never seen anything like this in a store. This had to be an Internet purchase or custom made. She obviously had no hair except for a buzz cut on top of her head. I counted 3 tattoos with the most prominent being a snake whose head started between her small tits and ended at the top of her slit. It was very colorful. The others were a rose on her shoulder and barbwire around her ankle.
Jerome was the largest black man I had ever been introduced to. He must have been 6 feet 6 inches tall and 280 pounds. He was not fat just large. Every thing I could see was big. Big head, big arms, big legs, and a big smile that once I got over being afraid, seemed to make you like him. He was totally bald.
His partner looked like the female version of Jerome. Her name was LaTonia and she was also large all over. She had to be 5 feet 9 inches and I could not guess her weight although she was not fat around the middle. She had long hair in the Afro style; her lips, eye and ears were large. She also had a large mouth, big lips, and lots of white teeth that when she smiled, you just had to like her. She beamed when she smiled. Huge hands, feet and legs for a women. Her butt and tits were massive. I could only guess that she was well over 40 inches in the hips and no bra could contain those breasts. She was wearing an outfit much like the one I planned, cut off jeans and a halter. Except her jeans showed more ass cheeks than I had and her tits leaked out the sides showing more tit than I had. Her cleavage seemed to start at her throat. Her tits leaked out of the bottom of the material. Think a large version of Serena Williams.
So Jake introduced me saying, "This is my wife Merna. Merna this is Jerome and LaTonia."
I reached out my hand to Jerome, making my hand feel like minuscule in Jerome's. LaTonia gave me a bear hug that seemed to last forever, I could hardly breathe.
I shook hands with Jeff and Rose.
"I know Tom and Ed," I said as I shook both their hands. It was also clear to me that all these people knew each other well. The guys were wearing loose fitting swimsuits with no shirts. Jerome had a large muscular chest and arms. I was thinking he might have been a football player.
So we had dinner. The guys were drinking beer and Jack Daniel's Bourbon. Jake asked me if I wanted something to drink; I pulled out my bottle of wine. They all had a big laugh saying there were no corkscrews in Talladega. This was a beer and Jack place. I had never had Jack but knew I did not like beer so I took a bottle of water adding what I thought was a little Jack. The first sip was awful. But the second sip was not so bad. I was already buzzed by the time we finished dinner. Jake then suggested I try Jack with some Diet Coke. I did and that tasted OK.
I really liked Jerome and LaTonia best of all. Tom and Ed were snobs, very much in love with themselves. Jeff seemed a little bit too country and just a little off to me. Rose said almost nothing, seeming a little troubled and shy.
Jerome said, "Ok now for the entertainment."
"I need to explain this part of the weekend to Merna," Jake said quickly. "Merna, let's go in the trailer while I explain how the weekend will go."
