CHAPTER TWENTY ONE

Derek Johnson trudged wearily from the bar, unsteadily weaving this way and that way as he walked. He paused a little and looked around at the mostly deserted parking lot. It was still quite early in the night as far as he was concerned, but the bitter cold made most people prefer the comfort of their homes. Not Derek, however. There was no one to go home to. Janet had left him six months ago and till this day, there was nothing that Derek hated more than going back to his empty home after work every day. Not that he had particularly enjoyed going home to his wife when she was around, either. In fact, they had consistently fought over the fact that he kept late nights. Rather than beg her to forgive him for his folly after she left, Derek had waited for her to come running back to him with her head bowed in sorrow and beg for forgiveness for having the audacity to leave him. He was the man, after all, and begging was beneath him. By the time he came to his senses and decided to cast his pride aside, Janet had moved on, something that irritated him to no end.

“Well, I have no right to complain, seeing as she caught me in bed with her best friend.” He thought bitterly to himself. It was not his fault though. How could it be? After all, he had been at home minding his business when that slut Angela had come to the house looking for his wife. It wasn’t his fault that Janet was not at home. It also wasn’t his fault that Angela had worn a very skimpy and tight-fitting dress that left little to the imagination and had decided to wait for her friend. And it damn sure wasn’t his fault that his dick had begun to react. He was a man, after all, and this sort of thing happened to even the best of them.

So, when Angela had bared one breast and raised an eyebrow at him, daring him to be a man and do something about it, Derek had had no choice but to prove himself. No man wanted to be seen as less of a man, after all. How was he supposed to know that his wife, who had presented him with a lengthy list of the things that she needed to buy in town, would come back not quite an hour after she left? The trip was supposed to take her nothing less than four hours if she really planned on getting everything on that list after the doctor’s appointment that she had said she had. But no, Janet never kept to her word and had quietly sauntered back into the house fifty-something minutes later only to find Angela with her bared breast on her knees giving Derek a sloppy blowjob.

Derek leaned against a car, which was among the four in the parking lot, his included, and shuddered. It was an awful memory. He had been facing the door and was standing with his eyes closed and his hands on his hips, enjoying Angela’s ministrations on him. But then, that instinct that always made one know that they were being watched caused him to open his eyes, and there stood his wife, glaring in hatred at them. He had jerked forcefully and instinctively pushed Angela’s head off his dick. It was a terrible mistake. He did not understand why, but her teeth had grazed his dick hard, bruising it and he had howled like a hyena. Even now, he felt a phantom pain at the memory and scowled, his hand going straight to his cock as though to soothe it, although he was not even aware that he was doing this.

“Fuck her! In fact, it ain’t my fault. None of it is. She should have stayed away at her appointment or in town shopping as she said and we would still be together. Fuck her!”

Derek sobered a little as he realized that he had said this last statement out loud. A guy who had just driven into the parking lot of the bar gave him an odd look and looked him up and down before entering the bar. Derek would have mouthed at him, but the guy looked to be at least six feet three inches tall and weighed quite some good pounds too. Derek, who was only five feet and eight inches tall, and that was when he wore his shoes which were a little high, thought it wise to keep his thoughts to himself, and pushed himself away from the car. His vision blurred a little as he did so, and he shook his head to clear it while fumbling for his keys in his trousers.

He brought them out and squinted in the dim parking lot to locate his car. It was on the other side of the parking lot, so he walked as carefully as he could towards it. The last thing he needed was for a busybody to decide he was too drunk to drive and try to stop him from leaving. He would deck such a person, he decided. The liquor helped him to sleep better, and besides, he could hold his drink very well. He had been drinking since before he was fourteen, for chrissakes. These past few months, he had driven himself straight home after each evening at a bar, so he did not need anyone judging him or anything.

He reached his car and struggled for a whole ten minutes to put his key in the car lock. It fell and he had to grope for it with unsteady hands four good times before he finally got it in. He got into his car and put the key in the ignition, deciding to warm himself up a little before he began to drive home.