No Expiration Date: Chapter 1

Hey y'all!  

Been awhile since I did a cuck story.  Here's a short novella just for you guys.  I may eventually put it up on Smashwords to sell but for now it's all yours.  Please let me know if you see any typos or such errors.  You will notice a similarity to the "Billy" stories, this is on purpose.  I feel like I am thiiiiis close to unlocking something with them.  I keep trying to reach for perfection with the set up.  I still feel like there is untapped potential so might see more of it.

I hope you folks don't feel neglected.  I've been a busy guy, though still writing whenever I can.  You have no idea how many stories I have started for the Patreon.  Some of which I have many thousands of words written down but sit unfinished.  I am trying to bring you content when I can while still keeping a fairly steady stream of free stuff.

Love you all!  Enjoy the story.

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Oh the crazy things we do when we are young and in love.

Back when Linh and I were in university we thought we were going to change the world.  We would live by our own rules.  We wouldn’t let family or society or anybody tell us how to live.  Just us being together was an act of rebellion, her coming from a traditional Vietnamese immigrant family and me from poor white trash trailer park stock.  In those heady early days of our relationship we swore to each other that we would seek adventure at every opportunity, be liberated from old ways of thinking, find new paths to explore side by side, and remain sexually passionate and curious until the day we died.

The sex in those days was off the charts.  For a couple of naive 20 year olds from conservative backgrounds we were forging into exciting realms of eroticism and everything was exhilarating and magical.  Role play, light bondage, dirty talk, spanking, some gentle humiliation, and all shades of kinky fun.  She gave me her ass and in exchange I gave her mine, Linh was the first and only person to touch my prostate.  Sex in public places became a favorite activity of ours, the possibility of getting caught giving us an extra thrill.  What a time it was.  Fun, wild, playful, and hot as hell.

We even ventured into games.  I am not sure where Linh got them, or even the idea for them, but on the anniversary of our first date she gave us each a set of what might be described as sexual gift cards to be redeemed whenever, where ever, and however we wanted.  The cards had things on them like blowjob, anal sex, masturbate while the other watches, and other such naughty things.  When the card was presented the other person would tear it half and have to perform the activity there on the spot.  So that it was fair we each had the same assortment.  Damn did we have some fun with those.  She gave me head in a coffee shop, I had ate her ass as she played Smash Brothers, the cards were a big hit and most were spent in the first two months. The most risque of all the cards was the one that gave us free reign to do whatever we wanted with another person for one hour.  When we first went through the decks we stopped and talked about that one but in our youthful hormone fueled minds we felt invulnerable to such a petty emotion as jealousy.  Jealousy was for people not as enlightened as we were.

Well, we quickly learned we weren’t nearly the free spirits we thought we were.  I was the first to trade that card in.  It happened one night at the end of a party we had thrown.  Everybody had left except for Linh’s best friend Robyn who was helping us tidy up.  We were all drunk and horny and laughing up a storm.  On a whim I offered up the card and, much to my surprise, Robyn was willing and ready.  What I had meant to be a bit of making out and teasing turned into full blown sex while Linh watched in silence.  Idiot that I was I hadn’t even worn a rubber.  I knew right away things weren’t right.  Linh was cold toward me the rest of that night and we went to bed in the awful silence of anger and resentment.  Linh was hurt bad by it, not nearly as prepared as she thought she’d be to see her boyfriend make love with someone else.  Especially her best friend.  It caused tension between all three of us for a time, to the point where I worried that maybe I’d lose my girlfriend, but in time things smoothed over once more.  An unspoken agreement emerged that we would never speak of it again.

That was the first clue that maybe our path wasn’t going to be quite as unique as we dreamed.

Fast forward 10 years and here we are on the same old track as everybody else.  Life just has a way of grinding you down into the well traveled ruts.  Middle income jobs, living in a middle class neighborhood, driving good reliable cars, and moving to the same workaday rhythm as all our friends.  Linh and I were married now and the topic of having kids was one we discussed with increasing frequency.  Neither of us quite knew what we were waiting on but the time never seemed quite right.  We had a good life, I had no complaints, but the wild passion and sexual emancipation of our early days were a distant memory.  I was a teacher and she was a nurse.  We held respected positions in our community.  We couldn’t afford to get caught flirting with exhibitionism anymore.  Besides which, we were so damn busy.  Her schedule involved gruelingly long shifts and overtime and my nights were often spent grading papers or getting prepped.  The brief snatches of time we could carve out often came at times one of us just wasn’t quite feeling up to it, usually me admittedly.  Work combined with everything else meant just a basic missionary position quickie on a Saturday night seemed like a treat.  Kink took effort.  And real excitement required spontaneity and after a decade we knew each other’s every move.  She made no secret that she wanted more from me and I kept making promises but nothing really came of them.  The spark wasn’t gone but it was certainly dimming.

On this day in particular we are still in the aftermath of a fight from the night before.  One hell of a fight.  The worst in all of our years together.  The type of argument where things were said that should never have been spoken aloud, regardless as to whether they were true or not.  We pulled no punches.  I called her a bitch and she called me a bastard.  I told her I was sick of dealing with her overbearing mother and she hit back by saying my dad was a racist piece of shit.  We argued about money, friends, musical tastes, even some racial stuff thrown in.  Anything we could think of to lob at each other.  Inevitably it came around to sex, with her it always devolved there eventually. She told me that I had been lousy in the sack for years, that I was a lazy and selfish lover.  I hit back by calling her frigid and a dead fish.  No blow was too low. She called me small and quick, I rebutted by calling her loose and unresponsive.  It was nasty.  Of everything said though, the one I desperately wished I could take back was a call back to that night so long ago with Robyn.  My blood was so hot at that point I can’t even really recall my exact words, something to the effect of “I never heard Robyn complain when I was fucking her.”  The moment it was said the fight stopped cold.  Tears were shed, apologies begged for, and a lonely night on the sofa for me.

For the first time since we were married I was genuinely worried Linh and I might not make it.  But I had faith in us.  I loved her, truly loved her, and she loved me.  Yet I also knew my wife.  She was not one to hold a grudge but neither would she turn the other cheek.  Payback was surely coming.  I just hoped it happened soon so we could move past this ugly incident and get back to normal.

I let out a sigh as I glance at the clock in the detention room then across the lone other occupant of the room sitting in the center table of the front row reading one of his text books blissfully unconcerned that I might have a life I’d like to get back to.  My eyes drift back up to the clock.  Almost 4 pm, another half hour and I would heading home.  I would be on my way already if not for fucking Tommy Wilson and his stupid shit.  

The kid had been a fucking pain in the ass since the day he arrived in this school.  He was as unpopular with the teachers as he was the other students.  To look at him you’d never guess just how almost universally despised he was.  He was a good enough looking kid.  Tall, slim, clean cut, bright hazel eyes, and well dressed.  He looked just like any number of the other 18 year old boys in the high school.  But his personality was poison.  Always disruptive, always argumentative with the other students, always looking for trouble where there was none, yet obsequiously repentant about it when confronted about his behavior by the teachers or anyone of authority.  His smarmy grovelling inauthentic apologies were almost worse than his actual acting out.  I couldn’t stand him, few could.  Thank God he’d be graduating this year and we could finally be rid of him for good.  He’d failed one year already, which was fucking hard to do in this day and age, but this year he had marks good enough to see him over the line.  Only two more months to go.

In the drab white windowless we sit in silence, the ticking seconds of the old clock on the wall feeling like minutes, as I grade papers and he reads his book.

I am startled by the door at the far end of the room being swung open with force enough for it to slam into the wall.  “Hey!”  I call out as I look up.  I am about to give whatever student had just burst in like this hell when I see it wasn’t a student or even a teacher, it was my wife.  “Linh?”

She was still in her blue nurses scrubs and pink crocs, her long straight raven black hair back in a simple ponytail.  She must have come here straight from the hospital.  At a slender 5’2” she is a slip of a woman but she made up for her diminutive size with a big bold attitude, her presence fills the empty space of the room.  She has the wide friendly features of her rural born Vietnamese family but currently her face is anything but friendly.  She wore no make up but her natural beauty made it unnecessary anyway.  Her eyes shoot icy daggers my way as she marches up the aisle along the left side of the room, the door swinging closed behind her.  She was still furious from the night before.  For a moment I am left speechless at her unexpected arrival at my work and the sheer fury I still see radiating from her.  Tommy cranes his head to watch my wife storm up to the front of the class.

“Honey.”  I finally say as she is approaching my desk.  “What a surprise to see you.”  I motion back toward the door.  “Why don’t we go outside and chat.”

Without a word she slams her hand down on the desk.  As she pulls her hand away I see a card left behind.  A familiar card a bit worn at the edges now, one I hadn’t seen in a decade.  It was one of the sexy gift cards from so long ago, the only card among both of our decks to never have been redeemed.  My heart freezes in my chest as I read the overly officious sounding words printed upon it.  “The bearer of this card shall immediately be granted one hour to do anything they wish with any one person they wish with no fear of judgment, comment or reprisal from the receiver of this card.  Card to be destroyed on redemption.”

I look up into her deep dark brown eyes searching for the meaning of this stunt.  “Is this a joke?”

“No joke.”  She says.  “I’m tired of this hanging over us.  It’s long past time we squared up.”

“Linh.”  I stand up with glance toward a very confused yet very interested Tommy.  I ignore him and refocus on my spouse.  This was an extension of the fight last night, it had been boiling inside of her all day leading to this insanity.  I needed to calm her down before we could really talk about this.  “Let’s discuss this outside.”

“No talk.”  She motions toward the card.  “Take the card.  Tear it in half.  You know the drill.”

“Linh, come on.  I know you’re upset.  I’m sorry about last night, okay.  I never should have…”

“Take the card.  You used yours so I’m using mine.  It’s only fair.”

“That was ten years ago!”

She stabs a finger down to point at it.  “I don’t see an expiration date.”

“Linh, baby, let’s talk about this outside.  This isn’t the time or the place to…”

In a diamond sharp tone that could slice through hardened steel she asks.  “Are you taking it or aren’t you?”

“Linh…”

“Patrick.  Choose.”

“But Linh…”

“No talk!”  She says in a low eerily emotionless voice.  “Yes or no?”

Chapter 2