On Vacation With My Girlfriend and Still Cheating On Her

I went on a short trip to Las Vegas last week with my girlfriend.

Cheers to all of you who were there and I saw you but didn’t know you.

While there I decided to try out a method of cheating on my girl that I had been thinking about for while, but haven’t had the chance implement; Cheating on her while we’re on vacation together.

At first it sounds too far fetched for it to be true, or better yet, for it to actually work. At least that’s what I thought when it first occurred to me.

But the more I thought about it, the more I wanted to see if it could be done, and I came up with a plan that I carried out last week.

First a little background on my current girlfriend; she likes to gamble, takes gratuitous advantage of the free drinks, gets tired early, and likes to be in bed by midnight.
My ability to cheat on her revolved exclusively on the previous description, otherwise I would be out of luck, quite common in Vegas.

What I was banking on was to make sure she had a long day walking around from hotel to hotel, spending the evening playing the slots, encouraging her to keep ordering the free drinks hoping all that would take its toll around midnight.

My scheme worked to perfection, she was lights out closer to 11:30 than midnight. I walked her back up to our room; a gentleman I am, and made sure she got tucked in.

But how do you get out of the room, aren’t you worried she’ll wake up and you’re not there?
Yes, that is what up my plan for a few months, the trick of getting back out. Now the thought of just letting her go to the room by herself and staying in casino gambling had crossed my mind. But that’s too flimsy, dependent on my choice that could be altered by a whiny or angry girlfriend who wants you to go to bed with her.

I simply couldn’t take that chance.

So to address this specific problem I decided that I needed help. What I did was have one of my buddies meet me in Vegas so we could go out. This was a reasonable way to get out of the room, letting her know that my buddy was arriving late and wanted to get couple of drinks when he got there, knowing that she would be too tired to join us, all I had to do was to tire her out.

The plan worked like a charm, my buddy arrived around 12:45 a.m. and we hit a couple of hotel bars by 1:00 am, just in time for the women who are looking to hook to start filtering out of the clubs.

(Full disclosure, we went to a different hotel just to make sure we didn’t run into my girlfriend in case she wandered down to look for us, also made sure that my buddy booked a room in a neighboring hotel, just for another degree of separation).

You have to make sure that if you follow this plan that your friend that arrives late is trustworthy and knows how to keep his mouth shut. Fortunately, my buddy has been keeping my indiscretions quiet since junior year of high school, he’s tested and true.

As for the rest of the evening…

My buddy and I met two women, dressed scantily I might add, at the first hotel bar we hit. We chatted them up making sure that they were staying at a different hotel than the one my girlfriend I were calling home, exchanged numbers (my buddy’s phone, not mine), told them we’d call them later to heighten their anticipation, then headed to another hotel bar.

The second bar had a mediocre selection of women to chose from but we still hung around and had a couple of drinks. Eventually, the two scantily dressed women texted us and we met them back at the first bar. Instead of buying them drinks there (Vegas is outrageously expensive) we invited them back to my friend’s room, who just happened to have a nice selection of liqueur in his room, imagine that.

They agreed to join us without much debate, and we spent most of the night partying there, good thing he got a room with two beds.

Around 5am I headed out, back to my trusting girlfriend, leaving my buddy with the two girls fast asleep. Sneaking out of one girl’s bed in the morning, only to sneak back into another one’s a little while later, it never gets boring.

I made sure to wash up in my buddy’s bathroom before I left, smelling like another girl’s perfume would have been a fatal mistake.

On the cab ride back to my hotel, I was getting worried about what I would tell my girlfriend if she happened to be awake waiting for me. On the elevator ride up to my floor, and the long walk back to my room my trepidation built. Had I gone to far, would this be the gambit that finally gets me caught?

Fuck it! I opened the door quietly, walked in and saw my girl still sleeping soundly. A wave of relief washed away my worries. Damn I slept well.

Take Care,
A.C.

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