*WARNING* This story contains elements of cuckoldry. Unwanted cuckoldry, to be specific. This seems to be a very sensitive topic for some of you, especially those commenting anonymously. If you are offended by this subject, please just hit "back" now and find something else. No need to jump to the end, rate it one star, and comment how the author is not a man because he enjoys seeing his wife with other men.
As I mentioned in the previous chapter, I am not a cuck, and would never want this to happen to me in real life. That said, I felt compelled to compose a second chapter here. Partly because I had reader requests to continue. But also, I wanted to explore the avenue some commenters make on stories like these. The "If that were my wife, I'd kick the shit out of him" kind of comment. What if I did that to Navdeep, and where would the story go from there?
If you enjoy this series, please comment or email me with what you would like to see happen to Sarah, Navdeep and the husband in this story. I always enjoy hearing from readers, even those that are constructively critical.
Without further ado...
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After Navdeep excited the office, I was torn as to what I should do. Should I follow him and confront him? Should I confront Sarah? Should I just walk in to her office in a few minutes as if I was unaware of what just happened?
Knowing that Sarah would be there, as there was only one way out, I decided to follow Navdeep. I spotted him halfway down the hall and called out.
"Navdeep!" he turned, clearly startled to see anyway, let alone the guy whose wife he had just fucked.
"Oh...hey, how's it going," he said, untrustingly trying to feel out why I was approaching him.
"Oh, it's good, man," I said, about six feet away, as I raised my hand for him to shake.
He smiled, seemingly convinced that I was oblivious, and reached out to accept my hand. But in that smile, something really set me off. How could he do what he just did and then smile at me? I took a couple quick steps towards him, still smiling to keep his guard down, and then I balled my fist and stroke him as hard as I could.
Now, I am not a fighter. In my thirty-three years, I might have thrown three punches, and they were all in grade school. But I knew that, with my girth, and the size of my hands, and Navdeep's relatively slender frame, if I could just make good contact I could do some damage. And I was right. My fist hit him right in the side of the neck, and he made one of the most grotesque, impulsive grunting sounds I'd ever heard.
Unaware of my own power, I feared that I might have done even more harm than I intended. It almost sounded like his windpipe collapsed, and as he crumpled to the ground, he started gasping for breath.
Panicked, I ran back to the office, hoping that he would manage to get up and run away, never to bother us again. When I walked in on Sarah, she was still wiping the cum off her breasts, and she looked up at me in horror.
"Oh my god! What are you doing here?"
"Honey, listen. I came by to bring you dinner, to apologize for the fighting we've done the last couple days. I let myself in, and overheard your bartering with Navdeep. I saw the whole thing."
She started to hyperventilate.
"It's OK, love. I'm not mad. I understand why you did what you did, and I know that he pushed you further than you wanted. I'm mad at him, but not you. Let's just get out of here."
Sarah stood there with her face in her hands. "I'm so sorry. I didn't mean for it to go that far."
"I know, love. I heard you. I promise, I'm not mad. But we need to get out of here."
"Why, what happened," she asked, sensing the nervousness in my voice."
I pulled her out of her office, grabbed our dinner, and headed for the door. I was hoping against hope that Navdeep wouldn't be lying there in the hallway, dead or otherwise. Instead the opposite was true. He was still on the floor, sitting upright, with at least seven people around him, two of whom were campus security. He looked up as we turned the corner and made eye contact with me. Not breaking it, he extended his arm in my direction and said,
"It was him."
...
An hour later, I was sitting in a waiting room of the local precinct, hands cuffed behind my back. Sarah was to my right, sitting quietly, angrily, as Navdeep sat across from us with an ice pack on his neck.
"What did you say to them," I asked her, hoping to be aligned on what we would say to the cops. They had interviewed Navdeep first, and then her, and were about to bring me in.
"I don't want to talk about it."
"Please, honey," I said urgently.
"I said I don't want to talk about it. I just had to transcribe my infidelity to a stranger, to a notary. If this goes to trial, everything related to our secret, and now also my infidelity, could be made public."
Before I could say anything else, an officer helped me out of the chair and brought me back to the interrogation room.
"OK, guy. I've got the victim's story and your wife's story. I've got to ask you some questions now to make sure everything line's up. But I've got to be honest, this isn't looking very good for you. Now, why don't you start by telling me why you hit him"
"I walked in on him having sex with my wife."
"That's fucked up, man. Personally, I want you to know that I'm sorry to hear that, and I understand why you reacted this way. But legally, I need to know: did he force himself on your wife, or was it consensual?"
"It's...it's hard to say, really."
"That's the same thing your wife said."
"It seemed consensual at first, but then he seemed to pusher her further than she wanted to go."
"Also in line with what your wife said. But she ended up admitting that throughout, she couldn't call any of it non-consensual, and that therefore she allowed it, and at times encouraged it."
I nodded, having no words.
"So if it was sex between two consenting adults, then Navdeep didn't break any laws. But you did when you struck him, nearly rupturing his larynx. Now, he hasn't decided if he wants to press charges, but if he does, I'm not sure you're going to have much of a defense. You'd be relying on the understanding of the jury, and even then it would likely just be a reduced term of a few months."
"So what do you suggest I do?"
"Well, I can't give you legal council, but if I were you, I would go out there and try to make nice with him. The best case scenario for you is to not go to court."
'Fuck that,' I thought to myself as I was escorted back to the waiting area. I'd rather serve time than make nice with that asshole. But as I entered the room, I saw Navdeep sitting next to my wife, chatting in hushed tones.
"Looks like your wife might be lobbying for you already," said the officer.
I sat on the other side of her, waiting for them to fill me in.
"Honey, Navdeep has a proposal. You're not going to like it at first, but you should hear him out."
