Lily lay in bed scrolling mindlessly on her phone while her husband, David, snored softly beside her. The night felt heavy, the house too quiet. She typed into the search bar, half out of boredom, half out of some secret hunger she didn’t quite understand: married women fantasies.
One result jumped out at her. An app. The name was simple but glowing: Ysos.
She frowned, curious. Her stomach tightened. She didn’t hit download—just stared at the word until her eyelids grew heavy and she slipped into sleep.
In the dream, Lily stood in front of a long mirror, wearing black lace that clung to her curves. She didn’t look like the tired wife she knew from the daytime. She looked like a woman who owned every stare in the room.
Behind her, David sat on a leather chair, drink in hand, his eyes locked on her with a mix of pride and hunger.
On the glass table nearby, her phone buzzed, glowing with a single word: Ysos. She touched it, and the walls dissolved into a private club. Velvet couches, soft lights, and men watching her with burning desire. Couples whispered, women kissed, men stroked themselves while their partners urged them on.
David leaned forward, his voice low but strong: “Go on, baby. Show me.”
A tall man with broad shoulders stepped up behind her, his cock already hard, veins throbbing. Another man sat at her side, stroking himself as if waiting for his turn. Lily’s body pulsed with heat.
She bent forward over the couch, presenting herself, while David’s eyes stayed fixed on her every move. The stranger’s hands slid over her hips, guiding her. She felt the thick head of his cock nudging against her wet entrance.
Her breath hitched, her lips parted. She looked back at David—he nodded, smiling, stroking himself slowly.
The stranger pressed forward, the tip stretching her slick folds. Lily moaned, the first inch sliding inside…
She looked at David, still sleeping beside her, and whispered softly:
“David… wake up.”
She nudged his shoulder gently. His eyes blinked open, hazy with sleep. “Mm… Lily? You okay?”
She smiled, breathless. “I had the hottest dream. About you. About me. About us.”
Now fully awake, he propped himself on an elbow, curiosity in his gaze. “Yeah? Tell me.”
She climbed on top of him, slipping his boxers down and guiding his hardening cock inside her in one slow, aching push. David jolted awake with a groan.
“Lily—fuck!” he gasped as she rode him hard, her nails digging into his chest.
She didn’t wait, didn’t ask—she took. Just like in the dream. Her hips slammed down, her breasts bounced, and her moans filled the room. “Yes… yes, that’s it,” she cried out, grinding her clit against him, using him the way a hotwife would, full of hunger and control.
David grabbed her hips, thrusting up into her with equal force, his eyes wide with surprise and lust. “God, you’re so wet… what’s gotten into you?”
“You and me…” she whispered against his lips, riding him harder, fucking him until her orgasm ripped through her and dragged his right along with it. They came together, shaking, drenched in sweat and desire.
When she finally collapsed against his chest, their bodies still tangled, Lily smiled. David stroked her hair, breathless but grinning.
She didn’t explain. She didn’t need to. The dream, the fire, the app—they were hers to explore.
Later, when he drifted back to sleep, she reached for her phone again. Her thumb hovered over the glowing icon. Ysos.
Not tonight. Tonight she’d dream again. But soon… soon she would press download.
And her real adventure would begin.