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For the remaining months of my husband's deployment my sexual arousal steadily increased anticipating Friday's Happy Hour at the Acey-Duecy Club. Provocatively I tightly pressed my pubic mound to every black slow dance partner's unmistakably big cock bulge. Afterward I went home alone to salaciously enjoy Debbie's beautifully gift-wrapped nine-inch black dildo not only ecstatically alleviating my sexual frustration, but also steadily eradicating any remaining inculcated racial prejudice.Never having actually forsaken our marital vows for those long months I was elated to see my husband coming down the gangway onto the pier. Operational demands on the Pacific fleet necessitating unusually long in port working hours, including Saturdays more often than not, were not the only devastating news for our reunion. Because I loved my husband, and that's what counts, our marital sex should have been as good as before this last deployment.In spite of my upbringings once ingrained racial aversion. I knew I had rushed some on Saturday, partly out of anger at even having to be there, but I thought she was taking things a bit too far. Still, I knew she had wanted me gone ever since she had gotten there and now she had an excuse to get rid of me. I had given her the excuse she needed, flimsy as it was. But I accepted the consequence of my rushing on Saturday. And the whole way home I cursed Nancy.I cursed her all the way to my grandfather's funeral. I cursed her all the way home. I lay awake at night thinking of all the ways I could get even with her. Slashing her tires kept coming to mind, but I kept rejecting that one as not being good enough. Besides, that seemed awfully juvenile. For the same reasons I rejected spray painting various names for her on her house, writing her a nasty letter and mooning her although my younger brother thought that to be a good one.I knew though, that I had to do something. Each day was the same for me. My thoughts were focused on making her pay in.
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