Story: Hidden Desires (part 1)
Tiffany and Tyson were both 28 and had been married for almost four years. Their first marriage. They lived in a beautiful apartment with a city view, paid their bills on time, worked remotely (he in marketing, she in graphic design), and to anyone looking from the outside, they had the “perfect marriage.”
Their routine was comfortable, loving, and extremely conservative.
They woke up together, had breakfast with quick kisses, worked all day, came home, cooked a simple dinner, watched a Netflix series on the couch, and two or three times a month they made love. Always the same way: dim lights, soft kisses, him on top, her moaning quietly, one orgasm each, and then sleep. They fell asleep in each other’s arms, satisfied.
It wasn’t a bad life. It was a safe life. Predictable. Respectable.
But inside each of their minds, the story was completely different.
Inside Tiffany’s mind…
While Tyson fucked her slowly, Tiffany closed her eyes and imagined something else. She pictured another couple in the same room. She imagined a hot blonde sucking her husband’s cock while she herself was being fucked hard from behind by a strong man, his thick, veiny dick sliding deep into her wet pussy. She felt strange hands squeezing her breasts, heard another woman moaning, and in the middle of it all, she saw Tyson watching her with his own cock throbbing in his hand, turned on by seeing her being used.
Sometimes, alone in the bathroom, Tiffany would masturbate thinking about a swing party: naked bodies everywhere, her on all fours being fucked by two men at the same time while she sucked a third woman’s pussy. She would come hard, biting her lip so she wouldn’t moan too loud.
Inside Tyson’s mind…
Tyson, on the other hand, when he was inside his wife, fantasized with the same intensity. He imagined Tiffany being put on all fours in front of him by a well-hung bull, that thick, shiny cock sliding in and out of her pussy while she moaned loudly, looking her husband straight in the eyes. He imagined another couple in the room too — him fucking the other man’s wife while Tiffany watched, then the four of them mixing together, swapping partners, wet pussies and cocks everywhere.
At night, when Tiffany was already asleep, Tyson would grab his phone and watch swinging couple videos, cock hard in his hand, imagining the day they would finally live it. He would cum thinking about his wife being filled with another man’s cum and then kissing him with her mouth still dirty.
They had never talked about it. Not a single word. The desire was huge, throbbing, almost unbearable. But the fear of being judged, of ruining what they had, kept both of them silent.
Until that night.
They were both lying in bed, each with their phone in hand, pretending to scroll. Tiffany opened Instagram and saw a story that led her to the Ysos app profile. Tyson, almost at the same time, saw a discreet ad on X and clicked the link.
Both of them, without saying anything to each other, felt their hearts race.
Tiffany read: “The app for couples who really want to live the lifestyle.” Tyson read: “Connect with couples who think like you.”
Both clicked.
