OK, so last night I told part one of this story. If you haven’t read it yet, please do so. Otherwise you will not get exactly what happened. Don’t worry, I’ll wait for you.

OK, now that you are up to speed, when we left last night I was sitting at a small table in The Hard Rock mad that I was not getting to see The White Stripes, mad that I had been unfairly accused of “checking out” other women and, at the same time, worried we were going to break up over this shit. Granted, in retrospect, I should have dumped her long before this event, but that is not what I was thinking at the time. I was “in love” and I didn’t want to lose her.

Eventually Heather came out and she was still pissed. Of course leaving meant I had come outside to continue to check out other women, and I was probably going to actually take the opportunity I was being given to actually hook up with another woman. Obviously I left so she wouldn’t be able to stop me in my nefarious plans. Now, of course, that ignored the reality that the woman I was supposedly after was still in the club I had left. But logic was not going to get in Heather’s way when she was mad.

As soon as she got to me she starts tearing in to me again. Keep in mind I was, at this point, sitting completely alone drinking a beer and waiting for her. And she is making a massive scene, which is actually kind of hard to do in Vegas. She is somehow starting to make me feel guilty as if I had done something wrong. The more she says the more I feel like absolute shit. And she kept this up as I lead her to a cab. She kept it up as we ride back to The Venetian. She keeps it up in the elevator on the way back to the room. She keeps it up as I get ready for bed. Then she went too far.

She told me she was going to just go down to one of the bars, find some guy and fuck him.

Yes, even I have my limits, and this was it. I let her know that if she went out that door I would have the concierge come pick up her luggage and she could see if the guy would pay for her ticket home because I would cancel the one I bought. And at that moment I was absolutely ready to leave her in Vegas.

That pretty much shut her up. I say pretty much because she was still wanted to go to a bar. But she said she wanted me to take her to one so she could dance, blow off some steam and get over all this. I thought about it and decided I would go with her, but I admit it was mostly because she was going to make me miserable until I said yes. So I got dressed and we went back downstairs and asked the concierge to suggest a bar. He got us a cab and he and the driver picked a spot for us on the same street as The Hilton.

The selected bar was one with some kind of beach theme. It was absolutely packed and, of course, full of women. But I was very careful this time. I never took my gaze off of Heather except when I had to go to the bathroom or the bar. In fact, as soon as they started talking about a wet t-shirt contest I intentionally made sure I had to go to the bathroom and then snagged a spot at the bar in a place where I absolutely could not see the stage. Heather did try to accuse me of watching the show but as soon as she realized that was impossible she backed down. Drama averted.

Over the course of the evening a guy who wanted to Heather used a rather sly move where he tried to help teach me to dance so he’d have an excuse to dance with her, but I didn’t let that phase me. I just went with it and had fun. Then I totally lay back as Heather danced with some other girls (making sure not to actually watch them dance together) and started talking to a couple of guys I met at the bar.

Let me explain something. One of the 2 guys was military and was in Vegas for work. The other was his boyfriend. Yes, this was a “Don’t ask, don’t tell” situation, but these were some pretty cool guys. We actually had a lot of fun because I knew I didn’t have to worry about Heather getting mad or either of them doing anything that would make it seem like the three of us was checking out the girls. It was an ideal situation under the circumstances.

Eventually the dance part of the bar shut down and we headed upstairs to a separate bar that stayed open later. We ended up at a table with mostly people we hadn’t even been talking to except these 2 guys. And then one of the girls decided she and her man should have a 3-way with Heather. And she made it quite clear she was serious. In fact, she told me Heather would be leaving with them. She kept it up to a point where I finally decided staying quiet was not the way to go.

This time it was my turn for a scene, but I didn’t say anything to Heather or the girl. Instead I turned to her boyfriend and advised him his slut was writing checks his ass couldn’t cash, and he’d better put his bitch on a leash. Yes, those were the exact words I used. Surprisingly, that settled things pretty quick because he grabbed her arm and led her out. She was not exactly happy that he didn’t stick up for her. But he also realized that, at that moment, I was deadly serious. I really hate making a scene in public, but I’d had a very long night and was not in the mood to be pushed anymore.

As the bar shut down around 6 the only people left at the table were me, Heather and my new gay friends. We all decided we needed a couple of hours sleep and would then go grab some breakfast back at The Venetian. They were staying at The Hilton, which was within walking distance, so we headed over there. They had 2 beds and were only using one. (The second bed was so the military guy would have cover from the other military guys that were there for whatever they were doing.)

This is when things got weird.

Let me cut to the chase. Heather and I started making out, and they started making out. We got naked; they got naked. I went down on Heather; one of them went down on the other one. Then they decided to watch us. It seems they found me going down on Heather fascinating. I think she both enjoyed being watched and had been enjoying watching them as well. So we went at it for about an hour with the two guys periodically stopping what they were doing to watch us. Although I was a little drunk I don’t believe they ever actually had sex, although they did get the lube out so I could be wrong. I got the feeling they were too embarrassed to go that far in front of us. It could have happened while I was busy going down on Heather and I wouldn’t have noticed.

This is about as close as I have ever gotten to swinging, and I’ve often wondered if what we did qualified as group sex. Regardless, it was definitely on the list of strangest nights of sex I have ever had. And the fact that the next morning we all woke up and went to breakfast like nothing had happened still makes me laugh a little. I’m kind of surprised Heather never used that night in one of her attempts to make me feel like shit. Hell, she used everything else. Maybe she thought it reflected badly on her. I’ll never know.

I do know I never heard from either of those guys again even though we did exchange numbers. Should I feel used?