Game first-threesome

July 6th, 2013

How I Had My First Threesome

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After my divorce, I spent several years reading, studying and trying everything I could on seduction and human behavior.  I went out of my way to experiment and put myself in some very awkward situations just to see how the interaction played out.  Luckily, outside of a lot of embarrassment for me, nothing really bad ever happened.  But what I learned, those tools of communication and the irrational confidence I obtained, can never be valued.  They are worth more than gold to me.

At one point, when my sex life was on autopilot with a small harem of partners to play with, I decided I wanted to have a threesome.  I was 34 years old, and still had many limiting beliefs that prevented me from seeing just how easy it really is.  I also didn’t have the confidence level I have today.

At the time I was scared to broach the subject with the girls I did date.  So I started thinking about the easiest way to engineer a situation to have a threesome happen.  Outside of confidence, my favorite tools were social dynamics and preselection.  If you are with a hot girl, it is very easy to meet other hot girls in a social setting.  After a lot of thought and planning, this is what I did.

I booked a room at the Howard Johnson’s on A1A Beach Front Avenue in Daytona Beach, Florida for a long weekend.  I wanted to make sure I was nowhere close to my home turf in case this backfired on me.  I arrived on a Thursday afternoon, and spent that evening scoping the beach and the local bar scene.  HoJo had a little bar in it, but not conductive to what I wanted for the social experiment.  I did find a more trendy night club about 6 blocks from my hotel.  I was early, and didn’t have to wait in line very long when I arrived. 

My first step was to meet as much of the bar staff as possible.  In line I talked with the bouncer about football.  A blown knee cost him his shot, and I let him tell me all his stories.  After I went inside, I brought him a coke (spiked with Jack – they aren’t supposed to drink at work) just to say thanks.  Thanks for what?  I don’t know, just felt like a way to cement our interaction.

I then met the bartenders, waiters, waitresses and the managers.  My story was “I was a young entrepreneur who just needed to get away and clear my head. I had traveled alone, and just needed some downtime from my busy life,” which was all true without the rest of my motivation.  I didn’t try to pick up anyone in the club, though I did tease, flirt and create a little sexual tension.  Just enough to be seen as that “cool guy from last night”.  I went back to the hotel around 1 AM.

The next morning I ran by the store and got vodka, mixers and snacks, then I hit the beach.  It was around 11 AM, and not very crowded, though it was July so the college crowd was home.  First very attractive girl I saw I approached.  She was laying out tanning.

Me: “Hi, are you from around her?”

Her: “Yes… why?” Said somewhat leery.

Me:  “I just had to get away from work so I flew here yesterday.  I don’t really know the area, are there any good places to hang out at?”

From this started a 30 minute conversation.  We started on the topics of great restaurants and clubs, but drifted to her major, family, friends, etc.  I maintained a confident composer and used cocky & funny to challenge her and create a little attraction.  I ran my normal game amping the sexual tension where I could, and pulling back during the lulls.  As we wrapped up our conversation I started to turn and leave.  Almost like an afterthought I turned back around and said, “Tonight at 8, I am going to be at Joe’s in the HoJo before I start my evening.  Meet me there and have a drink with me.”  I didn’t ask, I told, as is my nature.

She told me “maybe” and started to ask for my number.  I told her “No, I didn’t want her number.  If she wanted to meet up and have a drink, wonderful, but I was not giving her my number, texting, calling or any of that.  She could meet me, or not.  Her choice with no pressure.”

Those of you skilled at game will see that I gave her a pattern interrupt, a slight neg, then left with an open loop.  I needed her to be thinking about this interaction all day.  I wanted to be seen with some mystery so she would be curious about me and what the evening might hold.

Now here is the real ballsy part… I did this with three more women.  I invited them all to meet me at Joe’s Bar at the exact same time – 8 PM.

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At 8 PM I am dressed and in the little bar sipping a scotch.  I was more than a little nervous, but I had a plan and was willing to see this through. A few minutes after 8 I started to get worried no one would show, however those thoughts were short lived.  The first girl arrived about 15 minutes late.  She was a tight, slender blond with very long hair.  She wore a very form fitting black dress with electric pink lipstick.  It was obvious she decided to present herself in the best possible light, and I have no doubt this was done for the purpose of extracting a fun, yet free, evening from me.

I am typically against buying a drink for a woman I just met, but in this case, it was part of my plan.  As she approached I smiled and waved.  She joined me, and I asked her what she wanted to drink.  Up to the bar, order the drink, and return.  A few minutes later the second blond arrives.  She is also very slender with medium length hair, and like the first, she was dressed to go clubbing.  I wave her over, and it is obvious both girls are very confused.  Now, I have studied human interaction for a while and people behave in predictable patterns as a general rule.  When two people meet in most situations, they try to establish some commonality and rapport between themselves.  My goal was to facilitate this interaction.

As she arrived at our table I introduce both girls.  I ask girl 2 what she wants to drink, and then leave her with girl 1 to chit-chat as I get her drink.  Shortly thereafter, girl 3 arrives.  Holy shit, I couldn’t believe it!  I invited 4 girls because I figured a 50% no show rate.  Girl 3 is a tall brunette who is not as slender as the other two, but made up for it with gorgeous eyes and large, firm breast.  Same routine with her – introduce her to the other girls and go get her a drink.  The whole idea of going to the bar and getting a drink is to allow the girls to talk and develop rapport without me being there or interfering.  It also allowed them to subtly find out how each knew me.

When I arrive with girl number 3′s drink, girl number 4 showed up.  She is a short Latino with jet black hair and the sexiest eyes.   I can see that girl 1 and 2 are still confused, but still smiling a bit.  Girl 3 is pissed.  I bring over girl 4, introduce them all and go to get her a drink.  When I return with girl 4′s drink, girl 3 lays into me with all the wrath of a woman scorned and knocked off her game.

She is accusing me of inviting all of them on a “date” and how I am a complete ass.   I act completely indignant.  “What?  I didn’t invite any of you on dates.  I wouldn’t take any of your numbers, I just wanted to go out and party, and I enjoy meeting cool people… did you…?” And just go into teasing them like I couldn’t believe they would even think we would be on a date that evening.  The mood lightens up a little.  I let the conversation run where it will as I get everyone round 2 of drinks with shots.  The girls all test me with little comments designed to throw me off my game and determine my confidence.  I pass them all, but inside I am freaking out.  I wanted to get two girls to bond through the night, change the social dynamics, and automatically create a situation where I was preselected.  What the hell was I going to do with four girls?

After drink round number three, it is approaching 10 PM and  I suggest we head to the bar.  As we are walking I am teasing them all about being my “dates”, and how they had better keep the other girls off of me.  I have an arm around two of them, though it is more of a joking type interaction, and I am using high energy with a lot of cocky humor to keep the dynamics in “role play” mode.  When we arrive to the club the line is already forming.  I walk to the front and say high to the bouncer… he greets me like an old buddy, as I introduce my “dates”.  We bypass the line and as he lets us in I ask if he is parched, and bring him another Jack & Coke shortly thereafter. 

As we are looking for a table in the club I see the manager from the night before, and I also introduce all of my “dates” to him.  I can tell he is a bit thrown, but he goes beyond what I had hoped for and VIP’s us.  One of the girls ask when we met me and he tells her “just last night”.  I think that one comment helped solidify my charismatic persona since so many people remembered me and liked me from only the night before.

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Now a funny thing happens when you walk into a club with four attractive women… people notice.  And the hottest club girls want to know just who the hell I am.  Every time I leave the table, I am approached.  The waitresses are flirting with me and I am flirting back.  As the evening progresses, the four girls I came with begin to act jealous and start to act bitchy of other women who came around.  As a group they begin to cockblock the other girls.  This is the pinnacle of power that I have ever felt with preselection and social dynamics as a tool for a seduction.  Never again have I felt it so intensely and the lessons are seared into my being now.

The night progresses with shots, small talk and dancing.  I am touching where appropriate, and as we all get drunk on the dance floor I kiss girl 3.  I then look at girl 1, kiss her, while pulling in girl 3 and switching so they kiss.  It was brief, but most girls have kissed another girl, so it wasn’t awkward.

Near the end of the night, I inform the girls I have some refreshments back at my hotel.  They are all parked there anyway (another one of my logistical plans).  As we walk back we are all feeling the effects of the spirits and we are all having a good time.

Back in my room, I poor everyone a drink and break open the cut fruit, cheese and crackers I had. I could feel the sexual tension in the air.  I had thought about trying to get them to go skinny dipping (plausible deniability as to how we got naked), but I really didn’t want my junk floating in the ocean like a lure.  For me it is “buck up or shut up time.”  I informed them I was very hot and sweaty from the club, I was going to take a shower and they could join me if they like.  I proceed to strip naked in front of them rather slowly, and I made sure to have eye contact with all of them.

Girl 1 joined me in the shower in short order.  Followed by the 3 other girls in a few minutes.  They were all giggling and relishing the taboo excitement of the shower.   Hotel showers are not very big, and it was a complete cluster as we tried to wash each other.  First it starts with washing, then sensual touches, then slight kisses.  I wish we could have done more, but the shower was too small. 

After a few minutes, we stumble out of the shower and head to the bed.  I am completely drunk on liquor and power, and begin letting my dominate side take over.  I lay on the bed with girl 1, letting the rest watch.  After a moments I pull in girl 3.  Shortly the other two girls joined.  Then I really became dominant—pulling hair, spanking, choking and telling them exactly what I want them to do. Up to that point in my life, it was the best moment I had ever experienced.

The next morning, the girls left as they awoke.  I never saw them again.

To round out this story, I really like threesomes.  If you have the balls and social skills you can pull a night like this off as well, and I did a few more times.  However, there is a much easier way.  Now, when I first meet a girl that I find attractive, my opener (or first question) is “Are you bisexual?”  It is a serious question, a qualifier, a pattern interrupt and damn fun.  30% of the women I ask, say “yes” or they have some experience.  20%  say “no” but they have wanted to try it.  These days, it’s not a pick up line – these days if you’re not bi-sexual you are disqualified.

The next time you meet a girl, simply ask her “Are you bisexual” and make sure to maintain a calm, yet confident, frame.  When you say this, look into her eyes, and you will see the spark of attraction, regardless of her orientation.  If you date a bisexual girl, you will have a very easy time of having threesomes.

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About the Author

is a spirited executive and unconventional philanderer who specializes in self development, human behavior, and seduction. He offers training and practical advice at Politically Incorrect Publications.

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