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It started innocently enough with my friend Steve and I wanting to go the Grand Prix in Long Beach. Steve has been going for many years and this was my second trip with him. The Grand Prix is great, the weather fantastic and the scenery incredible. Beside the race, watching the many California girls is unbelievable. It is very difficult to concentrate on the race and standings while walking amongst such variety of women. But I digress as this particular year my wife Jolene wanted to join us at the races. The weather was great and Jolene wanted to be out for the weekend and not cooped up at home. If you have read any of our other adventures you already know that we have a special relationship with Steve and I knew he would love to have my wife come along.
We picked Steve up at his house not far from ours and he was ready in his typical Hawaiian shorts, T-shirt and flip-flops. I too was wearing a pair of shorts, a polo type shirt and flip-flops. My wife Jolene had thought since it was cloudy at home and the race near the ocean that it might be cool and she had chosen a pair of long Capri pants and a long sleeved blouse with a crew collar. Her feet were covered in a pair of running shoes and she looked like she was about to go sailing instead of wandering around the Grand Prix. If you remember my wife Jolene is a tall native Californian, tanned with long legs and this time of year, long blonde hair. Steve asked why such a good-looking woman would dress like an Eskimo on such a beautiful day. Jolene just smiled her frisky smile and told us we would be sorry for dressing so lightly. As we were jumping into our truck Jolene asked where Steve's wife was and he told her she was gone for the weekend and most of the week to her mother's house as her sister was visiting from Chicago.
We headed to the race with my wife between us on the front seat of the truck. The trip to the race was uneventful, filled with friendly banter and talk of what we were going to do at the races. Steve and I explained we were going to walk the track and have a beer at each beer stand we found. Jolene said that was OK with her and that she could keep up with us no problem. We arrived at the races a little before 11:00, which gave us a couple of hours to kill before the start of the race. We walked through the vendor area and Jolene stopped at the Race Girl stand to look at the tank tops, skirts and other items for sale. We checked out other racing items and grabbed a beer at the first stand we found. By the time the race was getting ready to start we had downed three beers and all of were starting to get a little buzz. It was warming up quickly and my wife found she was getting hot in her long pants and long sleeved blouse.
After watching the start of the race and a few laps we began our journey around the track. Steve and I made no effort not to take in the scenery of other fine looking women and girls as we walked around. Even Jolene was commenting on the good looking ones and the ones dressed to impress. By the time we hit our fourth beer stand it was actually very hot on the Southern California Coast and Jolene was mentioning she wished she had worn something else. Good luck prevailed at beer stand number five as it was nestled in amongst another throng of vendors including another Race Girl booth. Steve asked Jolene if she would like to slip into something a little cooler and with her slight buzz she said she would wear anything we could find for her. Steve, Jolene and I took a position on the fence line to watch more of the race and in a few minutes Steve left us saying he had to go to the bathroom.
In a few minutes Steve returned carrying a Race Girl bag and three more beers. As Steve handed us each our fifth beer he mentioned he had picked up a little something for Jolene to help her with the heat and suggested she find a place to change. Jolene reached into the bag and pulled out a small white tank top and a short skirt. Steve smiled and reminded her she said she would wear anything we found for her, pretty much daring her to slip into her new wardrobe. Jolene being a little tipsy just smiled back and told us to wait for her to get back. We watched my wife slip into the crowd and head toward where the restrooms were. Steve asked if I minded that Jolene was going to look a little sluttish in her new outfit and I assured him it was fine with me. In a few minutes my wife returned wearing her new skirt, barely long enough to cover her pussy, and her tight fitting white tank top that some people call a wife-beater style. As she got closer we could make out the outline of her nipples and by the time she reached us you could clearly see her hard nipples pressing against the thin white material.
Both Steve and I were in awe of her fine body, a sight that was not lost on other men standing around us. I took her other clothes in the Race Girl bag and slipped them into my backpack while admiring my wife's tanned legs disappearing into her short skirt. My eyes moved up to her bare midriff, her tight stomach exposed for a few inches before the tank top enveloped her 38D breasts. My focus came to rest on her swollen nipples before I glanced up to look into her smiling eyes. I jabbed Steve in the side as he too was checking out my wife with lust in his eyes. We continued our circuit around the track, stopping at each beer stand and by the time we hit the last beer stand the race was over and we were feeling no pain.