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Three days of threesomes Part 1 – By Scampering Jack Wilshere

Posted by Scampering Jack Wilshere | Blog, Reader Submissions | Posted on October 9th, 2011

*eds note.  Thank SJW for well detailed account of your pervy quest for 3 threesomes in 3 days.  This will be split into 2 parts…

Was in Asia on bidness for about two weeks, I’ll be relocating to Hong Kong or Singapore at some point in the relatively near future. Was mostly doing meet-and-greets with clients I had not yet met. Did little development for them here and there when possible, but mostly meet-and-greet. If meet-and-greet was ground-and-pound I was a corporate fucking John Fitch.  Wound up with a few extra weekend days I didn’t think I’d have at the end. I was in Shanghai on Thursday and due in Kuala Lampur on Monday afternoon, so what to do?

Checked in with Penfold and was told there was a Mango party that weekend (I had not been keeping up on the blog,  sorry lads) so I hopped on Agoda and found Dream hotel on Soi 15 was  available for less than $80/night. Got the company to agree to pay for that rate (way lower than the fancy hedge fund chosen digs in Shanghai) and agreed to expense half of the flights to them. Sweet deal.

Now then, I’m not a BKK old hand like some of those who post here, but  I’m also not exactly a newbie anymore either. I speak no Thai of note,  but I know my Bang Sue from my On Nut and my Spicy from my Swing. I’ve met a few of the Mango principles and had some late night, um, stuff  happen with Penfold, so, I’ve at least gotten to the point where I can  fine tune my fun goals for myself.

Since it was a three day trip, and  since I love me a threesome, I decided this would be a special  weekend. ‘Three days of threesomes.’ No sex with one chick allowed.  Ganz Verboten. Also, since it was a three day trip, and since I owed  PMMP (who was reported to be in town) a Caesar’s soapie thanks to an  ill-advised, late night, tequila-influenced bet against Bones Jones, I  thought it would be fun to do a triple triple. One oily, one soapie, one go-go threesome.

Landed as Suranwhatever mid-day on Friday. Blew through  customs/immigration at record speed, was checking into the hotel  probably an hour after the tires touched the runway. Funny thing, this was my first trip to BKK from within Asia, so instead of feeling like a jetlagged jellyfish I felt perky as upstairs Baccara girl nipples. Gathered supplies. Hooked up with a friendly local Nigerian to get some red bull , hit the chemist for xanax  for the inevitable comedowns. Took the train out to my fave purveyor of Tom Yum Goong near the Thong Lor BTS and stuffed a disgusting  amount of great Thai food down my gullet.

I was texting PMMP and Daywalker all day hoping to get together later that night. I had met PMMP VERY briefly during a bender with Penfold  (he took a quick look at us and wisely headed elsewhere) but had never  had the pleasure of meeting Daywalker. We finally hooked up at the  Mango around nine-ish. The less said about the following 10 hours the  better. Suffice it to say that at 7AM the next morning I walked back  to Dream and the night manager looked at me like I was a Ralph  Steadman drawing (and he looked like a Ralph Steadman drawing to me)  and I washed down two xanax with a mini-bar Sing Ha hoping the sweet  gods and goddesses of sleep would take pity on me.

Woke up with a Category 4 hangover at about noon. Almost 24 hours in BKK and Project Threesome had yet to even START to move. Bad juju. Bad  mojo. At grievous and painful expense I mixed myself a mini-bar mimosa  (Cliquot in a mimosa, a crime I will agree, but desperate times call for . . . etc. and so forth). So then, what the fuck time DOES Akane open up? I checked on the web and decided I was really not presentable  to the public at that point. My sweat tasted like booze, formaldehyde and Leo. Took a RIDICULOUSLY long, hot shower, cleaned myself up a bit, popped another xanax, a couple of redbulls, a one hour nap, and felt a hundred times better.

Akane has moved since I last visited. No longer in the dungeon-like nether regions under the sleazy hotel parking lot, they are now proud owners of proper Soi 33 real estate. However, it seemed like they had  gone to great expense and hassle to recreate the reception lounge down  to the last detail, which is odd since it’s not like it was the  Mandarin Oriental to start with. However, the drill is the same. Cool  towel and a cool tea for the farang, and a menu of girl options. ‘Two  girls, 90 minutes’ says I, and Project Triple Triple is finally  underway. Then the usual, slightly uncomfortable lineup and I spy a girl I had been with a couple times my last trip around Xmas. No the hottest thing in the world, but a great attitude and winning skills.  Picked her, told her to pick a second. She protested, I protested, she  chose. Once upstairs, however, Akane HAS actually changed. Previously it was room > shower > room > massage > quick rinse off and out. In the new Akane, at  least in the room I was taken to, there is a bed for ‘massage’ and  then attached to the room a shower/air mattress setup. All of my  sweaty clothes where carefully attached to hangars (better treatment  than they ever get from me) and we went off to the air mattress/shower  room.

Start face down and get a full scrubbing over, they a little bit of the slip and slide with whatever that gooey lube shit they use is. Flip over and get a repeat on the front side with a great deal of attention paid to Wee Scampering Jack. Another thorough rinse down and  it was off for the ‘massage’ part of the deal.  Far less actual massaging went on this time. It was pretty much  straight to the blowie, and a fine one it was. Girl #2 did the oily slip and slide while Girl #1 did the BJ. First round completed my fave  girl did a light massage and then offered a round 2 (without  asking/demanding a tip) which was nothing more than an oily hand job  but featured Girl #2 working over all sorts of my nether regions.  Quite nice, I have to say. Tipped a 1k note for the two of them to split, got showered off in the air mattress room and went down to pay the tab. Funny thing, Akane now runs a ‘rewards program’ like your frequent flier deal. Hire the same little Thai strumpet a certain number of times and you get one for free. Thrifty, as Penfold would say, and I kept the cards. Me and Penfers both like a little thrift.

Feeling more or less like a human being again I dropped by Coyote’s  for happy hour. Their food, in my opinion, is borderline inedible. But  two for one mango margaritas, I don’t care how girly they are, are a  great deal. Thrifty again. Knocked back a few of those and headed back  to Dream for a second nap.  Was planning on raging hard with PMMP and Daywalker at the Mango party  but got there late and everyone was pretty partied out. My bad. It was  one of those things where if we had re-upped on red bull we might  have made a second night of it, but we were all just a bit too  tuckered out from the previous day. Poor planning, rookie mistake.

Got an actual decent night of sleep, checked over all of the travel  plans and started calling PMMP. You see, I was trying to square a  gambling debt. I owe him not just a soapie, but a Caesar’s soapie,  thanks to an ill-advised bet on Shogun Rua over Bones Jones. However,  for some reason PMMP was not interested on collecting. Mind you, I’m  on a threesome only weekend, so a trip to Caesar’s to hire on girl for  him and two for me could easily be a 12k event. Not thrifty. But  what’s right is right, what’s fair is fair, and we placed a bet so it  needs to be settled up.

I don’t know what PMMPs life is like, so I can’t say what he was doing  that was more fun than a free soapie at Caesar’s, but that’s what he  was doing, because he didn’t answer my calls/texts. For me? Free  soapie at Caesar’s is a top two or three way to spend an afternoon I  can dream up, but that’s when you have to defer to the true veterans.  They must know better than us. Thanks to the wonders of the interwebs I was also in touch w/ Penfers,  who INSISTED that Nattaree was the best bang for the buck soapie in  town. Thrifty again, especially if you are paying for two. Once I had  given up on PMMP, I decided I’d give it a try. Penfers recommended  ‘the fat gay papasan’ to help me find the right girls to get things  done. Hmmm, neither of the papasans seemed particularly svelte or especially heterosexual. I decided on one and slipped him a 500 note,  told him I was going to be in the neighborhood a good bit in the  future, and said I’d like his advice on who is who.

He pointed me to a girl on the couch, let’s call her Sporty. She was wearing a fit little getup of almost gym clothes and trainers with a tight little body and  cute as a button. I told her to pick out the second unfortunate and  she chose a girl who at first I was crushingly disappointed with.  Seemed homely as church potato salad and kind of boring to boot.  However, once we got upstairs and we got her clothes off, holy fuck.  Let’s call her Tits, since she had just about a perfect set of them. And I’m not a boob man, boys, but these were something else.  Sporty and Tits were a couple of gamers to be sure. We did the usual  bathtub rub and scrub and then hit the bed. Both girls did the blowie  thing and then Tits, in all of her predictable tit-bouncing glory, got  on top to ride me. I decided I wanted to have a go at Sporty as well, since this was trifecta weekend and all I didn’t want to leave anyone  out. Sporty was probably small enough that you could check her into  the overhead bin on an airplane, and she had one of those pussies that  is SO tight you sort of feel bad for the poor thing. However, we lubed up, and thanks to Tits alternately rubbing/sucking my balls we were  done in almost no time and Sporty, I think, survived to fight another  day. Another light rub down, a 1k note for them to split, and everyone  seems happy with the day. PMMP, I don’t know what you were thinking?

To be continued……