Are we open and honest with each other?

Nancy and I have been married for almost 20 years, and for the past 19 years, my biggest sexual fantasy has been seeing her having sex with other men. Nancy and I have always insisted on openness and honesty with each other, so she's known about my crazy sexual fantasies for a long time. It's not surprising to me that she says "no" to my fantasies, but her rejection hasn't made me give up on them.
Nancy and I both have jobs; her job involves some business trips, but mine doesn't. Once, Nancy went to New York on a business trip, and I was watching a live football game on TV at home that evening when the phone rang. I had been waiting for Nancy's call, so I quickly muted the TV and grabbed the cordless phone.
We greeted each other and chatted casually for a few minutes, but I sensed she seemed worried.
"What's wrong, honey?"
I asked with concern.
There was a moment's hesitation on the other end of the phone, then Nancy said, "There's something wrong, darling. I really don't know how to tell you. I was thinking of telling you face-to-face when I got home. But if I can't get over this now, I won't be able to sleep tonight, and it might even affect my work tomorrow. I think it's better to tell you now. I... I was raped by a man today."
I wasn't sure if I heard her clearly, so I pressed, "What happened?"
"I'm so sorry, darling. I really didn't mean to do that, but I had no choice."
I remained silent, utterly shocked by her words.
"Darling, why aren't you saying anything?"
"Oh, darling, I... what happened?"
It turned out that Nancy had attended a meeting at 3 p.m. that afternoon. After the meeting, she was going back to her hotel to shower and change, preparing for the evening's cocktail party. Just as she stepped into the elevator, and the doors were about to close, someone shouted for her to hold the button so the doors wouldn't close. After Nancy pressed the button, a man rushed in, thanking her for waiting.
"This hotel elevator is incredibly slow. I'm in a meeting and urgently need to get back to my room to retrieve some documents. I need to get back quickly as well. Thank you,"
the man said.
Nancy pressed the button for her floor, "18," and the man said, "Could you please press 16 for me? Thank you."
However, just as the elevator reached the 10th floor, it suddenly jolted and stopped between the 10th and 11th floors.
Nancy waited a moment, and seeing no sign of it returning to normal, pressed the emergency button. The alarm immediately went off. After a while, the man started muttering, "What's going on? What happened? They need to get us out of here. They have to get us out now. They need to do something!"
At that moment, a voice came from the speaker below the elevator buttons, saying that the hotel maintenance department was aware of the elevator malfunction, but the elevator repairman would need 15 to 20 minutes to arrive at the hotel to resolve the issue, and asked everyone in the elevator to wait.
Upon hearing this, the man immediately shouted, "No, no, you have to let us out of here now, let us out immediately!"
Nancy looked at the man and noticed he was drenched in sweat, his face filled with panic. As time passed, the man's emotions worsened; his body trembled uncontrollably, and he groaned repeatedly, shouting, "I want to get out of here, let me out of here now!"
He began banging on the elevator walls and yelling. After a few minutes, he raised his briefcase and slammed it against the elevator wall, seemingly trying to create an escape route. Several times, the briefcase he swung nearly hit Nancy.
Seeing this, Nancy began to worry about her safety. "I wanted to do something to quiet him down!"
Nancy told me on the phone, "to distract him from the elevator malfunction. I tried talking to him, but it didn't work, so I yelled at him to shut up and stop messing around. But he wouldn't talk to me or listen to me. Just as I was thinking of a solution, his briefcase hit my shoulder, knocking me to my knees, right in front of his crotch, where I could see the bulge. That gave me an idea to quiet him down."
While the man continued banging his briefcase against the wall, Nancy reached down, unbuckled his belt, unzipped his pants, and pulled them down below his knees. She grabbed his penis and started stroking it, which slowed his banging, but he still didn't stop. So, Nancy went all in, bending down and taking his penis into her mouth, sucking hard.
The man was dazed, not understanding what was happening, but his banging on the wall had stopped.
He threw down his briefcase, pressed both hands against Nancy's head, and thrust his lower body forcefully into her mouth, still moaning, "Let me out, let me out."
But he was no longer behaving like he had before.
"I did everything you ever told me you liked: rubbing his testicles, playing with his anus with my fingers and tongue, giving him deep throat, and so on. I focused on pleasing him, keeping him quiet, and when he ejaculated, I had to let him put his penis down my throat and swallow all the semen so it wouldn't stain my clothes. Just as his penis softened in my mouth, the loudspeaker blared again, saying the repairmen had arrived but it would take another 10 minutes to get us out,"
Nancy told me on the phone.
"The man tensed up again after hearing what was happening outside. I felt I had to do something to distract him, otherwise he might go crazy again. So, I inserted a finger into his anus while continuing to suck and lick his penis, trying to get him hard again. But by then, my jaw was so sore I could barely move it. I knew I couldn't use that method to get his attention anymore, so I quickly took off my underwear, turned around, and stuck my ass out, letting him fuck me. I stood there with my ass sticking out, my legs wide apart, and the man thrust his hard, sucked-up penis into my vagina."
I listened intently to Nancy's story, my body becoming increasingly aroused. Nancy continued on the phone, "Before he penetrated me, I was thinking about how to control his emotions and not let him get too excited and hurt me. But when his penis entered my body and started thrusting rapidly, my mind changed. I became excited, my body felt hot, and my libido soared. I couldn't help but arch my back to meet his thrusts, hoping he would fuck me harder and deeper so I could reach orgasm quickly. While he was thrusting hard, he reached out and stroked and pinched my nipples through my clothes. I unbuttoned my shirt, pushed my bra up over my breasts, and completely exposed my full breasts to him, letting him play with them as he pleased. Although being wantonly raped from behind by a man whose name I didn't know and whom I had never seen before made me feel extremely humiliated, like a cheap, wanton prostitute wandering the streets, I still felt very excited and thrilled. I had already reached orgasm twice before he ejaculated and didn't want him to stop at all."
I gripped my already painfully hard penis with one hand and vigorously stroked it, while holding the phone receiver in the other, listening to her continue: "I felt his penis soften inside me, so I turned around and let it pull out. Then I knelt in front of him and sucked on his penis again. I tried my best to lick and suck it, hoping he would get hard again so he could continue fucking me. Two minutes later, he finally got hard again, and I quickly stood up, leaning against the elevator wall, urging him to penetrate me. I felt like a cheap prostitute on the street who could be fucked by anyone for $20, shamelessly opening my body for strangers to play with at will. Suddenly, just as he was thrusting hard behind me, the elevator shook and started moving again. We both screamed, grabbed our clothes, and hurriedly put them on."
"When the elevator reached the hotel lobby, the hotel manager and several staff members were waiting for us at the elevator door. Upon seeing us, the manager kept apologizing and asked for our names and room numbers, assuring us that he would provide us with exceptionally comfortable service, making us feel as at home as possible. After accepting the manager's apologies, I prepared to go back upstairs to my room. After stepping into the elevator, I noticed a drop of white semen on the toe of my black high heels and silently prayed that no one would notice it. The man who had been with me in the elevator earlier didn't take the elevator upstairs; he decided to take the stairs."
"Back in my room, I was still incredibly excited, so I rushed to the bathroom to get my long-handled wooden comb, lay on the bed, and inserted it into my vagina, masturbating like it was a dildo. Then I heard a knock at the door, so I got up, dressed, and went to open it. The man from the elevator was standing there, muttering something unintelligible. I didn't care what he was up to; I grabbed him, pulled him into the room, pushed him to the bed, and eagerly tried to rape the poor man. Later, after he had sex with me twice, I gradually calmed down and realized he had gone to..." The purpose of his visit to the room. It turned out he was apologizing for his actions in the elevator. He said he suffered from depression and felt extremely uneasy in such a confined environment, especially after hearing the repairman say it would be a long time before they could be rescued. He thanked me for using such a special method to calm him down and asked if I could treat him to dinner to express his gratitude. After dinner, I went with him to his room and made love to him again… “My dear husband, I’m so sorry,”
Nancy sincerely apologized to me on the phone.
I sat there silently, listening to her story with one hand holding the phone receiver, while stroking my hard penis with the other. “Darling, you don’t need to apologize to me. You just did what you had to do.”
There was a moment of silence on the other end of the line, then Nancy continued, “No, darling, I’m not apologizing for what I did in the elevator, or what happened in my room and his room. I’m sorry for not letting you witness it. I know that’s something you’ve always wanted to happen, but unfortunately, you weren’t there.”
Nancy really knew me too well. My hands moved rapidly, and a torrent of semen gushed out. "When you get home, I'll definitely cover you in my semen,"
I said into the phone.
"You should cover your hands first. Let me tell you, the more he fucks me, the more excited I get, and the more I want him to fuck me a few more times."
"So, are you planning to see him again?"
"I'm with him right now. I'm still in his room, calling you from his room phone. He's asleep, but I'm still rubbing his penis, rubbing him with my right hand and calling you with my left. How exciting is that? I'll wake him up later and then fuck him again. I'm not going back to my room tonight; I'll stay with him and fuck until dawn. Don't hate me, darling. I promise I'll fuck other men when I get home, so you can see it with your own eyes, okay?"
"Okay, I love you, I won't hate you. Come back soon, I can't wait."
I hung up the phone and got up to wash my hands, which were covered in semen.

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