​Part 2: Adam
How Belle and Adam Became a Unicorn & Manicorn on the same night

As I sat in my cold, dark seat inside the passenger plane, I was on. I tried my best to keep my mind focused on the work that sat in front of me. Occasionally my mind would wander, and my imagination would run wild about what Belle was doing at the hotel party. She had left about the time we departed Boston for Seattle. We were three hours into the five and a half hour flight. Surly she was fucking some guy by now, maybe more. Maybe she was in the throes of an Orgy, has the Unicorn fucked all the men at the party. As I reigned my mind back in, I was really hoping that she was having fun. Belle was not the only thing on my mind though, I had my own experience waiting for me on the other end of this flight.
48 hours prior, Belle and I were sitting in a rooftop igloo of an upscale hotel in downtown Boston. We had met Joe, who was visiting for work from his home in Seattle. Joe runs in the same lifestyle circles as us, and we had interacted with him and his wife on telegram quite frequently. It is always lovely to sit down and meet someone face to face that you have had a digital connection with. Joe was funny and engaging and very smart. Belle was absolutely into Joe. Unfortunately, Jane could not make the trip and was suffering severe FOMO as we sat there in the igloo 2500 miles away. We were giddily sending her pictures and messages about how much fun we were having. We all clicked pretty readily, sharing stories and experiences we have had along the way. The night ended with hugs and hopes of another meeting soon, hopefully with all four of us in the same place. Joe and Jane don't play separately, which is entirely respectable for couples in the lifestyle.
I never would have thought that two days later, my company would need someone to go out to Seattle. Surely Joe and Jane had plans, but teasingly I sent them a message anyway. "Hey, guess who will be in Seattle Sunday night?" Joe replied, almost immediately, "Seriously? Our plans just canceled due to snow, would you like to get together?" Now, I always like to meet people when I'm traveling…Its fun, but playing with them is usually off the table for me, despite Belle's encouragement. By this point, Belle had already committed to going to the hotel party as a Unicorn. I was already walking out the door to catch my flight, so I was not prepared for anything when they finally confirmed plans. As I sat in my car, about to put it in reverse, the back door flew open, and Belle ran to my door, opening it with vigor. "Go have fun," she said as she stuffed some condoms in my pocket. Our 13 year old, whom I was dropping off at a party before heading to work looked at me "What was that all about dad?", "I don't know, I guess ill find out later," I lied back to him.
Fast forward to the flight again, with about two long hours remaining, with every minute ticking by in the slowest possible way. I was calm and focused, almost in a state of zen, until my phone buzzed. The host of the party just sent over pictures of Belle.  She was in 69 with another woman as the woman was getting fucked. Another, Of Belle getting fucked by a generously sized dick. And then a short time later, more pictures, this time from Belle herself, of more of the action happening. That airplane got really small at that moment, as my heart started pumping and my breathing quickened. That state of zen was gone, replaced by panic, nerves, excitement, Fear of missing out (FOMO), and of course, compersion. Feeling myself spiraling downhill, I turned to my coworker and started up a conversation, just to try and get my mind off of what was happening 1,500 miles behind me. I wanted so badly to just turn my phone off, but I feared that Belle would need me, and I always want to be there for her. I knew that Belle was safe with this crowd, people we have all met and played with before, but things sometimes change when the male half is not there. It's like the security blanket gets removed.
Belle was just leaving the party as the aircraft touched down in Seattle. As I walked off the airplane, my phone rang with the details of her evening waiting. I walked through the terminal with my team, listening and replying as generically as I could as to not tip off my coworkers. Belle told me about her night, playing with a mixed-race couple we had been to a few parties with but had never played with. How he was a grower, with his dick more than tripling in size as it grew. She went on about how they played, their rules, and the different positions they played in. It was immensely challenging to walk through that terminal, subdued, listening to her detail her sexual exploits of the night. She also let me know how much she missed me and presently hiding in the bathroom to text me. As I got in the shuttle that was to take us to the hotel, Belle was detailing her interaction with the solo male that was there…The flirting was off the chart, the sexual connection was on point, and she really wanted him. Unfortunately, he had some mechanical problems, so she was not able to reach complete sexual satisfaction with him.
Arriving at my hotel, I was very emotional, and I needed to get it off my chest so I could go and have a good time myself. I laid on the bed briefly and pulled out my voice recorder on my phone. I let my emotions fly at that moment, being as vulnerable as I could. I didn't realize what was pouring out until after I sent it to Belle the next morning. I was self-destructive and self-deprecating. "I know I don't sexually satisfy Belle, and I want her to have fun," jettisoned out of my mouth. The things I said really surprised her, and frankly surprised me as well. It was all part of the roller coaster of emotions I go through when we play solo. Will it get better? I don't know.
Having that off my chest, I refocused on getting ready at lightning speed. Jumping in the shower, shaving, and trying to look spiffy despite not being prepared for any kind of play. Donning the only clothes I had, which was Levis and a Baseball hoodie, I walked downstairs to meet Joe and Jane. She was stunning, short dark hair with a shaved side, tight denim jeans, a pink tank top that lay just under a grey jacket. Joe was in Casual Jeans and a tee-shirt, with a light North Face jacket on. They had decided that they would take me out to get some coffee and a piece of pie, which was both different and fun. They sat on one side of the booth together, while I sat across from them so we could talk. They recounted some stories of mutual friends, a paragliding accident, and told stories about work. The conversation ebbed and flowed flawlessly through the evening, from conversation to playful flirting and back. It was relaxed and smooth like all lifestyle experiences should be. On the way back to the hotel, it came up that Joe and Jane had never had a threesome!! Sitting in the back of their SUV, a smile drew across my face. I knew where this was headed. I volunteered to be their first threesome and invited them up to the room, which they eagerly accepted.
Standing there, face to face with Jane, I was about to ask her if I could kiss her, but she beat me to it.  
"Adam, may I kiss you?"  
"I was about to ask you the same thing!"  ​