Last week someone asked me if I had ever had a two girl threesome. The person I was having this conversation with is 100% straight and doesn’t know that I’m bi. If they did, I would have proudly told them that my kind of threesome involves two cocks (minimum).

I ended up reminiscing about a threesome I missed out on, and a threesome I then had in Reno.

It was a few years ago when I was visiting Kip (my tech guy). I flew in to San Francisco to pick up a car for him and then I was to drive across to his place in Colorado. It was middle of January, a Tuesday night, and Reno was pretty quiet. I was in my hotel room having a drink and doing some work, about to order some room service when I thought to myself “Get off your arse and have a look around.”

Quick shower, jeans and a shirt later, I’m down at the hotel bar.

There was nobody there. The barkeep was a good guy and his only suggestion for some fun was a poker game a few buildings down the street. I wandered down there and the poker game was a bit too high stakes for my taste.

I wandered on back to my hotel/casino and thought I’d stop in and have one more drink at the hotel bar.

Sitting there on my own, I was only half way through my drink when two girls overheard my Aussie accent and started talking to me. I know you are thinking, Dave is going to get his two girl threesome with two hot chicks. They were not hot at all. They were both rather large. Who am I kidding, they were BIG girls. An hour or so goes by and we are having fun and getting drunk.

The girls were being flirty and I was wondering if my hotel bed could handle the three of us. I had just decided that I would have a threesome with these two girls and when I would tell people the story in the future, I could focus on the two girls part and leave out just how big they were.

As I had come to this decision in my mind, a cute, mid-thirties grabs my arm. She looks at me and then gives me a hug saying “I thought it was you! Barry thought he recognized you, you just have to come over and say hi.”

While she was saying this she was half dragging me across the bar. I went with the flow.

Once we were out of ear shot of the two fat chicks the new girl told me that she and Barry were saving me from a huge mistake. She was being punny.

When we made it to Barry, he shook my hand and gave me a blokey hug. They both told me that they could see what was happening and just had to give me an out from taking those two girls up to my hotel room. Looking back across the bar, they really were big girls.

At first I thought maybe Barry and Emma were a swinging couple but it turned out that they are work friends, in real estate, and had closed a deal that day and were out celebrating.

I hadn’t noticed but they told me that Barry had gone to the bar for a round of drinks and had overheard what was going on. As well as my Aussie accent which was proving to be very popular in Reno.

Emma wanted to dance and she took turns with Barry and I. She was a single Mum (Mom in America), brunette and a tight little body on her. She had been a swimmer in college and Reno born and bred. When we danced she was getting a little handsy for sure and I started to think that maybe she would be coming up to my room later. Barry didn’t seem jealous in any way.

An hour or so of this went by, more drinks of course and the two fat chicks had given up waiting for me. As they left one of them came up to me and rather loudly announced that I didn’t know what I had missed out on.

Then they waddled out.

That started a discussion betwe

en Barry, Emma and I about threesomes.

I had to admit that I hadn’t ever had a two girl threesome (still haven’t to this day). Then I was asked if I was a threesome virgin, I admitted that I am not a threesome virgin and love them. Emma said that the threesomes that I had experiences were her favourite kind (ie two guys).