Threesome in Cabo San Lucas

Last night, I crossed a threesome off my bucket list in the most vivid, spontaneous sexual experience of my life.

I’ve been been staying in an AirBnB in Cabo San Lucas over the Christmas holiday, and last night I was sitting in a taqueria finishing dinner. I got a new Tinder match notification: two photos, one of the girl far away sitting in a dock with a bikini and another low-quality one of her on a boat. 25 years old. No bio. Typical for Mexican girls. She immediately opened with “Oiiiiii” signaling that she was not Mexican as I had previously thought, but Brazilian. I speak a little Portuguese, so we made small talk, and even with my very limited language level, I could tell from her messages that this girl was down to clown:

Quer fazer alguma coisa? (You want to do something?)
To um pouco aburrida e voce (I’m a little bored, and you)
To procuprando uma despedida hoje. Noite loca. Alguma ideia? (I need a send-off tonight. A crazy night. Any ideas?)

After recognizing her buying temperature was hot, I immediately got her number to handle logistics. I sent her my WhatsApp location and she said her friend was going to drop her off. This small detail turned out to be very fortuitous for what was to come: she couldn’t find my place, so she and the friend drove to the parking lot of a restaurant nearby and walked to find me on the street. As they walked up, I sized them up: the Brazilian was curvy with DDD breasts and a spankable ass, and her friend, a Mexican, was even hotter — clearly older, but well-dressed, petite, and in great shape.

Previously, I’ve had girls try to bring their friends on dates, which I’m never cool with because it destroys intimacy, so I immediately tried to get a handle on the situation by asking the friend if she planned to come to my place as well. She assured me she was just there to make sure things were safe.

My mind brazenly rushed to thoughts of coordinating the first threesome of my life. I started kinoing the friend as we walked towards my place. I learned that she was Mexican, had lived in los Cabos for two years, and that the Brazilian girl was actually half-Brazilian, half-Mexican (so we quickly switched to speaking Spanish). Along the way the girls let me know that they were stoned and clearly a little drunk. Bingo.

As we walked through the foyer of my apartment and enter the doors, I started relaxing and getting into my normal date routine — aggressive physicality, teasing, leading, and joking. I switched my kino quickly to the Brazilian target as to not make her jealous. Both sat down on my couch and the Mexican made no move to leave. Bango.

I mixed them rum and cokes and sat down between them on the couch, kinoing both at the same time as I continued to be my normal self — cocky, funny, and irreverent. At this point, it was very clear that the Brazilian’s body language was open and compliant, while the Mexican’s body language was somewhat neutral (but she wasn’t pushing away my hand that was rubbing her leg either). I knew I had to focus more on the Mexican to make her more comfortable. I turned to her, made strong eye contact, and started asking her comfort-building questions. I made sure at all points during the night to not focus my attention too much on one of the girls — just as one was starting to feel left out, I switched back to her.

Right after I started playing with the Brazilian’s hair, I went in for the makeout and she reciprocated enthusiastically. The Mexican girl excused herself to the bathroom and we laughed, telling her to come back. I whispered into the Brazilian’s ear:

“Have you ever kissed your friend?”
“No, but I want to.” Bongo.

At this point, the Mexican announced she was going to leave, but the Brazilian begged her to stay. I knew I had to get them to kiss in order to continue the escalation, so I sat them both next to each other on the couch and told the Mexican her friend had a confession to make. They both started laughing uncontrollably (the weed was still doing its work at this point), and the Mexican continued insisting that she was going to go and leave us to it, packing up her stuff and trying to head out the door.

I decided to run a distraction. I grabbed the Mexican and insisted she teach me how to dance. At this point I was grabbing her ass, continuing kino escalation, and she was completely compliant. I stared into her eyes and passionately made out with her, as she exclaimed to her friend, “Sí besa rico, ey?” (“Damn, he’s a great kisser, no?”) Nothing like hearing that compliment to spike one’s ego! The Brazilian got up and started rubbing my abs through my shirt, and I joked that they were going to have to earn me taking my shirt off by kissing each other: “Just one little kiss!” I laughed.

While things were escalating, the experience kept looking like it was in jeopardy, because the Mexican was embarrassed and continued to claim she was going to leave, and the Brazilian told her that if she left, she was going with her. Every time this happened, I just kissed one of them again and sat them back down. Eventually, I got them to make out, and watching how passionate they were with each other, I was confident at this point that there was no going back. Still, they kept throwing up objections, telling me that it was the first time either of them had done anything like this. The Mexican asked me if I had done this before and I gave a vague yes (a white lie!), assuring them that if anything were to happen, all three of us needed to be completely comfortable with each other.

In order to heat them up, I sat them both back down on the couch, dialed back the escalation and demanded that they answer a question: “What is the thing that scares you the most in life?” They started cracking up and both told me the thing they were scared most of was having a threesome. I continued with a second question: “Name one feature you find most attractive about each other person here.” This calmed them down and got them warmed up to start making out again. At this point, they joked that I needed to make them another drink while they explored each other. While I mixed more rum and cokes, I went into the kitchen and snapped this photo, a nice digital memory of the night:

From there, it was the standard business of slow escalation; the Brazilian and I tag-teamed the Mexican, one of us kissing her as the other removed her dress, after which the Mexican and I switched roles to do the same to the Brazilian. They ended up in only underwear and I led them over to the bed.

The next two hours comprised the greatest sexual experience of my life. My only reference experience at this point was porn, and I organized every position I could imagine: me fucking one of the girls in missionary while the other kissed her and massaged her breasts, then flipping her over and fucking her doggy while she ate out the other, then repeating the same with the other girl. I went three rounds with little time in between (a rarity for me, I usually have a 40+ minute refractory period).

Afterwards, we lay on the bed for more than an hour, relaxing, laughing and cuddling, and recounting the experience. I took the time to quiz them and get the full story:

• The Brazilian girl had a boyfriend of two years and had never cheated on him. She got the idea he was sleeping around, and was using this to get back at him.
• While the girls were drinking on the beach earlier in the day, she mentioned that she was horny to the Mexican, who suggested she download Tinder.
• She had matched and talked to other guys, but I was the only one who spoke Portuguese, which sealed the deal for her.
• The Mexican had planned to drop her friend off and leave immediately after verifying that I wasn’t a serial killer, but decided to stay. because she thought I was funny and cool.
• They both had no idea this was going to happen. For both, it was not only the first time they had been in a threesome, but also the first time they had been with another girl.
• The Mexican revealed she was 37 years old — a complete surprise, as I took her for a decade younger. She was 5’3″ and had a tight body, great skin, and a couple fun tattoos
• The Mexican told me I looked “evil” in my Tinder photos, which both girls loved.

Overall, it was a testament to how far my game has come over the past year and a half. Reading previous reference experiences and hearing other threesome stories informed my decisions throughout the night and ensured that I was able to lead the girls into making things happen.

To many more!