Throughout the course of our 22-year-marriage, we have engaged in various adult activities, e.g., threesomes, swinging, gang bangs, etc. We have one illegitimate daughter who came from that promiscuous lifestyle. Today, she is 19 years old. Besides a handful of people—and now you—she is aware of the circumstances surrounding her birth. 

Recently, my husband shared a fantasy with me about her, albeit nervously hesitant. Our sex life has always been good, but this made it better. I suspected for some time that he was interested in her, even came close to addressing it a few times. I just wasn't sure if what I was witnessing was something I saw or just something I wanted to see. 

His fantasy sparked my own, and soon I was opening up to him, about her, and how I, too, sometimes fantasize about the two of them. It is beyond exciting to finally talk about her this way, with each other. Of course, not all fantasies are innocent and sweet; we have our dirty and degrading moments—from princess to whore to fuckmeat, and a slew of other names that, if she heard some of these or the roles we have her play in these fantasies, she would probably pack her bags. Or not. She may never leave home.