I can be fairly oblivious to female subtlety so I'm sure that I've missed out on more than I'd like to think about.
One time stands out though as a complete forehead slapping "DOH!" moment when I realized some time later what I'd missed out on.
When I was 21 or so, I was living with the girl I was seeing at the time. We had great sex all the time, and I know she told her friends I was a good lay because they brought it up to me a few times. But one Friday night during the summer, I'd just worked a 16 hour day in the roasting heat and was utterly exhausted, I got home and she had a friend that I'd only met once or twice over and the two of them were sitting on the back deck having drinks and waiting for me. I told them I was starving and ordered some takeout. They grabbed me a beer, I sat between them and we small talked for a bit. The whole time her and her friend were giving each other weird (to my oblivious ass at the time) looks and her friend kept getting closer and closer me, until delivery showed up and went to the front to get it. I pretty much wolfed down some food and guzzled another beer, told them I was going to go shower and hit the hay. Still more looks between them and at me until I got up and went upstairs. My gf told me the next day that I'd crashed pretty hard and that she'd tried to wake me up for sex, but I was dead to the world. We broke up a few weeks after that over some dumb argument or something.
A year or so after that, me and buddies were drinking and BSing, and somehow the topic of exes that were great fucks came up. And with hindsight being 20/20, as I thought about her, that insignificant unremarkable night popped into my head, and the clues all clicked. I am 99% positive that if I had been a little more perceptive, I would have gotten a threesome that night.
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