When Fantasy Came Knocking – Part 1

Hello, dear reader!

Today is apparently the day to dig a little deeper into my threesome fantasy. The reason?

I woke up this morning after having a loooong dream that was VERY related to the subject, and rest assured that the weatherman was having continuous struggles reporting the intense humidity in the southern regions of the country of Angelina. 😉

Before I share this dream with you, dear reader, I should probably give you a little warning. I always try to keep my writing as Safe For Work as possible, but today I might have to stray away from that rule a little because there are certain things in my dream that are rather difficult to describe using only metaphors.

So, for those of you who know me and have read my previous blog posts on this subject Part 1 and Part 2, you already know more or less why I am taking this journey within myself and trying to figure out whether a threesome is actually my thing and whether fantasy beats reality.

If you haven’t read them, please do before continuing. 😉

And with that said…

Welcome inside Angelina’s sleeping mind.

My Dream

It is always nice to know that someone is coming home to you after a rather boring day. Working from home definitely offers some perks, but it can be challenging sometimes, especially on those days when nothing really exciting happens. Just those ordinary days filled with regular work.

I knew Hubby was on his way home. He always calls when he leaves the office, and even though it only takes him about 40 minutes, sometimes those 40 minutes feel like an eternity. We often have very loose dinner plans. Neither of us is a big eater in the evening, and if we’re not hungry, we don’t cook. We just rely on some simple sandwiches, snacks or whatever we can find.

And tonight was one of those nights.

Just some cozy relaxation on the sofa, talking about the day and all kinds of other things.

Just being us.

More or less right on time – 40 minutes – I heard the key starting to rattle outside the apartment door. I stood up from my desk and headed towards the hallway. Halfway there, I could hear that Hubby was talking. I immediately understood that he wasn’t on the phone because I could hear another voice. A voice I recognized. It belonged to someone I had met at one of the parties Hubby’s company organizes when they’ve had a particularly good month.

Luckily, there is a mirror on the way to the hallway, so I made a quick pit stop to make sure everything was in the right place and that I looked reasonably decent. I do tend to be a bit… cozy… on work-from-home days. 😉 Most things seemed to be where they belonged, so I turned the corner wearing my best Welcome Home! smile. And there they were. Hubby, and Peter.

“Look who I met on the way home!”

Before I continue, I should probably give you a little backstory. And, for obvious reasons, Peter is not his real name. 😉 My husband and I are very close. We don’t live in an open relationship and we don’t aim to sleep around with other people, even though we do what we do. But one thing we ARE is completely open with each other about our fantasies, dreams and urges.

We also both understand that a fantasy can be very far from something you would actually want in reality. And because of that openness between us, Hubby knows that I have had fantasies about a threesome involving “Peter.”

So…

My attempt at saying “Hey honey! And you brought company!” probably came out as the most gurgled version of that sentence in human history because my brain suddenly went in ALL directions at once. The funny thing was that when I met Hubby’s eyes, I could see a glimpse of cheekiness in them. You know those eyes that are laughing even though the face is barely smiling? Those eyes.

Now comes the beauty of dreams.

Dreams have their own editing department. They skip the boring parts and fast-forward straight to the moments they want you to remember. I don’t remember all the ordinary conversation, or exactly how I learned that Peter had recently moved into our neighborhood, or who offered whom food and drinks. Apparently my internal dream editor looked at all of that and threw it straight into the bin.

So, to the point!

After some standing dinner in the kitchen, mainly consisting of different snacks, a few nice and relaxing glasses of wine and lots of laughter, the three of us ended up sitting around the dining table. We talked about everything from their jobs ,my struggles with learning a new language and Peter’s new girlfriend.

I should probably take this opportunity to tell you a little about Peter. He is much younger than Hubby and me, more or less just out of his twenties. He is handsome – not exactly a Greek god – but slender and sexy in that youthful kind of way. And strangely enough, part of the attraction is simply his youth.

Hearing about his struggles with everyday life reminds me of what it was like to be younger – horny, frustrated, curious about everything and still trying to figure life out. Since both Hubby and I are very secretive about what we do with Love & Ropes among our family and friends, the subject of our movies and pictures hadn’t come up at all during the evening. Just regular fun. No naughty fun whatsoever in the conversation.

To be honest, I wasn’t even thinking about a potential threesome anymore because everything was simply… good.

The Turning Point

Our dining room and living room are basically one large room. I often use that space for photo shoots or when making movies on the sofa, at the table, etc. The result is that I have a rather large collection of tripods, ring lights, a microphone and other equipment sitting in one corner of the room. I rarely think about them when they’re not being used. They’re just there.

So I was a little startled when Peter suddenly asked: “What do you use all that for?” Hubby and I exchanged a SUPER quick glance. In the most natural voice I could possibly produce, I explained that I occasionally use it for photos and videos for my work. His reply almost made me fall off my chair.

“Is this where you take all the pictures for your OnlyFans?”

I was baffled. Hubby looked like a question mark. And for once, I couldn’t get a single word out. He recovered faster than I did and asked Peter what he meant. Peter explained that he had stumbled across our Love & Ropes page and had spent quite a lot of time going through our material – especially pictures of me, both the NSFW and SFW ones.

He explained everything in such a natural way that what could have become an incredibly awkward moment somehow turned into a rather funny conversation. A conversation about how difficult it can be to keep a secret. About how much he liked certain pictures of my behind. And then some rather pink-faced mumbling about how he might have spent some…private time… with my pictures and his imagination.

Hubby and I relaxed a lot during that conversation. We spilled the beans about how difficult it sometimes is to do what we do without having anyone to talk to about it. Sometimes it would simply be nice to share thoughts, good things, bad things and experiences with someone else. Peter seemed to understand. And he was obviously VERY interested.

Why he was interested was perhaps slightly debatable. 😉 He asked plenty of technical questions, but many of his questions were also about very specific moments in our videos. You could say that he gave himself away. It was obvious that he had been looking at our material. A lot.

And I mean A LOT.

I don’t know what made me do it. Maybe it was the wine. Maybe the atmosphere. Maybe simply knowing that Hubby was sitting there made me feel completely safe. But suddenly these words came out of my mouth:

“So… what you’re saying is that you’ve had sex with me in your fantasies?”

From the corner of my eye, I could see Hubby starting to chuckle. Peter turned red as a tomato and mumbled something completely impossible to understand.

The answer was obvious, but he really didn’t answer the question. Instead, he started talking about how amazing some of the things we do look, how there were many things he hadn’t tried, and blah blah blah…

And then…

It was like a little devil woke up inside me. Or maybe that little devil is simply me. 😉 Here I was, sitting beside my husband, who knows about and shares some of my fantasies. And next to us was this hot and horny young man who had seen me naked, watched videos of me having sex and had obviously spent some very private moments with me inside his imagination.

So I decided to ask him directly:

“Of all the things you’ve seen of me, what made you the horniest?”

I think it was out of politeness, but he turned towards Hubby with an expression that basically screamed:

“Is it REALLY okay to talk about this? Am I actually allowed to answer that?”

Since my husband is who he is – and I love him precisely because of that – he understood the situation perfectly. With a warm smile, he explained to Peter that he didn’t really have much choice. If Angelina wants an answer…

Angelina will get an answer!

We all laughed, and that laughter helped relax the situation even more. Peter started explaining, stumbling over his words a little at first. He told us about something he had never experienced with a woman and about a fantasy he had created after watching us together. Even though he wasn’t exactly a poet, the picture he was trying to paint became very clear in my mind.

Experience behind me. Youthful energy in front of me.

And me right there between them. It didn’t matter that his words were amateurish. The picture they created was clear as day. And after glancing at Hubby, I could see that his imagination had apparently arrived at exactly the same place as mine. Hubby continued asking him questions, and somehow that made the whole conversation feel almost normal.

Peter explained more about what he had and hadn’t experienced before, and I could sense that he was becoming less embarrassed with every answer. At one point, Hubby asked:

“Do you think it’s because you’ve never been with an experienced woman?”

The question was never really answered verbally. Just a shrug. And a look that said more than enough. We all started laughing again. At this point, so many things were going through my head. The pictures my imagination was drawing were making me very, very warm.

Then I felt a gentle tap from Hubby’s foot underneath the table. I looked at him. Behind that smiling face was the same curiosity I was feeling. And then he gave me the smallest nod.

I knew exactly what it meant.
I was in the driver’s seat.
I could turn the wheel in whichever direction I wanted. And Hubby would be there with me.

Read the rest of my dream in: When Fantasy Came Knocking – Part 2