5 comments/ 16175 views/ 8 favorites The Empathy Box By: DJ55 It's a wonder what path a life will follow when you least expect it to twist and turn. Ours did that recently, and I feel the need to let others know about it. First came the death of my aunt Rudeth. She was from my fathers side of the family, and didn't live all that far from us. But I hardly knew her at all. I saw her a couple of times as I was growing up, but she seemed to mostly stay off by herself. A couple of family reunions I remember her being there. And one Christmas she stopped in to say hi to us. Other than that, she was part of our lives only as a few pictures mom and dad would haul out now and then and stare at. Playing the 'do you remember them' game, as they passed the photos back and forth. Nothing to do with us kids. I do remember some of the comments I'd heard about her. 'Loose' was a common one. 'A bit oversexed' was another. Other than that, she pretty much drew a blank in my mind. So when Dad called and said she had died, I wondered why he was even telling me. Then he asked if I could go help clear out her house. It was a rental, and he didn't want to spend money on an empty place. Of course my wife Nancy and I agreed to help. It's what families did for each other. We showed up at her house on a Saturday morning with my pickup truck. Mom and Dad were already there, boxing things up. Rudeth had lived here for years and years, so there was a lot of stuff to get packed up. They'd been here working on it for a few days already, and the main rooms were already empty, except for the boxes now ready to get hauled out. To make it even more fun, they planned to have a yard sale at their house to get rid of a lot of it. But Dad told me to not even bother to box up anything that was junk. He'd just haul it to the dump from here. So we'd have to use our judgment somewhat on what was what. Dad asked us to start on the bedroom closet, and Nancy and I picked up some boxes and headed in there. Nancy got the clothes out and started to fold them up and pack them away. They'd sell for what, maybe a quarter each, at a yard sale? But it was better than nothing. I got a step stool and started on the upper shelves. I pulled down boxes with shoes, too many of them in my opinion, and a few with what I'd just call junk. I wouldn't have bothered putting it up there to begin with. One box I pulled down was a little more interesting. Sex toys! Hell, yeah, and she'd had a good amount of them, too. Vibrators and dildos, in various sizes. Handcuffs. A leather whip. All kinds of toys. My wife and I had a good laugh at the collection when I showed it to her. Dad came in to check on us, and I showed him the box of toys. He just frowned and told me to toss all of it. Who wanted used sex toys? I think Dad would have tossed them even if they were new. He just didn't seem like the kind of guy who'd get into any of that. Neither did Mom, I should add. I was getting ready to set it down when I saw another box in the bottom of the bigger box. It looked older, and a bit faded. I scooped it out and took a look at it. I really didn't know what to make of it. The label was pretty well faded, and I could barely make it out. But I looked closer and brushed the dust off as best I could, and eventually I made out the printing. 'The Empathy Box' it said across it's top. What the hell was an empathy box? I knew what empathy meant, of course. To have empathy was to be able to feel what others were feeling, or something like that. But a empathy box? No clue. I showed it to Nancy, and she smiled. "Can't tell you," she told me, "but given the box you found it in, it may be another toy." She had a point there. Maybe it was. I thought I'd take a look, so I opened the faded box. Inside was a small metal object, painted black and roughly about the size of a small alarm clock. There was one switch on it's top, and a domed clear lens that looked like it may be a light or something like that. There was an instruction manual in the bottom of the box. At last! Maybe I'd get some answers! I read it all the way through, and then again. It was real short, so it didn't take long. 'Place within ten feet of the bed and turn on before commencing sexual activity. Turn off afterwards to prevent battery drain. Not recommended for groups, as may cause confusion. ' That was it. Dad said toss the entire box, and I intended to. But not this. I wasn't going to let it go until my curiosity was satisfied. Since it was going to the land fill if I didn't save it, I did. Save it, that is. I took the rest of the junk out and tossed it in the dumpster. That faded box I put on the front seat of my truck. I could always toss it later if it turned out to be junk, right? Sure I could. The four of us worked all day, and by sundown we were done. Dad and I had made three trips each to take the stuff they were keeping to his house. Everything else was in the dumpster. Task completed. We met outside when we were done, and Dad thanked us for the help. Then Nancy and I headed home. The faded box rode there with us, sitting on the truck seat between us. Nancy just smiled every time she looked at it. I had no idea what she was thinking, and she didn't share. I guess this is a good time to tell you about us, Nancy and me. I'm forty one years old, and Nancy is forty. I'm pretty much your standard American guy, five foot seven, nothing special about the way I'm built or anything. Just a normal hard working guy you wouldn't look twice at. Nancy was an inch shorter than me, and sexy as hell. Good size boobs, but not too big, if you know what I mean. Wide hips, curves in all the right places, and little fat on her. She'd kept her figure real well. I know she could still turn me on without really even trying! Nancy was the sexual beast in our family. No doubt. I couldn't keep up with her, not even close. I'd had a rather sex free life before I met her. I mean, I got laid, but it was all just the normal stuff. A few times in the backseat of a car when I was in school. A few girls I'd picked up at the bar, that kind of thing. No wild stuff then or later. Just sex. What I'm trying to say is I didn't have much experience with women before we'd gotten married eighteen years ago. Nancy liked the wilder stuff. I knew that, and wondered why she'd even married me. Like oral sex. I'd go down on her, sure. But it never seemed like I really knew what I was doing or something. She never got off just by me doing that. Trust me, I'd know. And she said she really liked oral sex. So it had to be me. But anyway, back to that day. Or night, I should say by now. We had supper, took showers and did all the normal things people did in the evening. And then we went to bed. I couldn't help myself, I took the faded box into the bedroom with us. It said place within ten feet of the bed, and my night stand was like a foot away. So thats where I put it. It said turn on, so I flipped the stitch on. Nothing. Nada. Crap. It mentioned batteries, dude. So check the batteries. I did while Nancy was still in the bathroom. No batteries were even in it. It looked to me like it took four D sized, so I went on a quick hunt for some. I finally found some in a kitchen drawer, and headed back to the bedroom to put them in the box. I had just got the lid back on the battery compartment when Nancy walked in. I'm really not sure 'walked in' is the phrase I'm looking for here. Slunk? Is that the right word? Whatever, she came into the bedroom like a cat on the prowl, and I was it's target. She had on this flimsy see through thing that made me look close to see what was under there, but didn't really hide anything. Know what I mean? I set the box back down on the nightstand, and hopped in bed and covered up. Really, I was trying to hide a boner that had just made it's appearance in my shorts when she'd walked in the room. Just in case I was misreading things. Didn't want her to know I needed her, if she didn't need me. Know what I mean? I say that a lot, I guess. But it's a good question. She crawled in beside me, and moved real close, wrapping her arms and legs around mine. A couple of times rubbing her leg on mine, and then she slipped one of my legs between hers. Okay, this sign I couldn't miss. I was going to get lucky tonight! We kissed, and her hand found my woody, and started to rub it through my shorts. Again, the signs were all there. I'm a real careful man when it comes to reading what women want and what they don't want. I'd screwed it up so many times I was a little gun shy by now. But there was only one way to interpret her thoughts right then. And I liked them! I ran my hand down her back, and we kissed. Then I moved to her chest, and she frowned. Too fast? But I liked her chest! Why couldn't I play with it when I wanted to? Never mind. My hand beat a hasty retreat and I touched her all over, but nothing that would make her frown again. Moving slower now, that was me. "Turn it on," she whispered in a silky voice on my ear. Okay. I was back on shaky ground again. Turn what on? Her? Wasn't that just what I'd tried to do? I thought of the box, but for some reason didn't think that's what she meant. So I kinda froze for a few seconds. Maybe a minute, I'm not really sure. "Turn the box on. Please?" she asked me, again with the silky voice. Okay, it was the box she was asking for. I so didn't get that one. I leaned over and turned the switch on the box to the on position, and a real soft pink and blue light came from the little window on top. Well, at least the batteries were good. You never knew when you got them from a kitchen drawer. They could've been in there for decades. How would anyone know? So maybe it was just a mood light. Could be. It did cast the room in a sexy glow. We went back to fooling around, her more than me. See, you scare a guy off, make him think he'd done something wrong, and he'd come crawling back like a kicked puppy. But not right away. Like I'd already told you, I was a bit gun shy right then. She worked her hand into my shorts, and ran her hand up and down my cock. Funny, but I really didn't feel it as much as normal. But she got this funny look on her face. Comical, actually, but I wasn't going to say that out loud. She rubbed my dick again, and then stopped. "Baby, suck on my nipple," she told me. Now I really wasn't used to taking that kind of direct, play by play direction, but if it got me laid tonight, I'd play along. The worst that could happen was I'd NOT get laid tonight, and since that was kind of the default answer anyway, what did I really have to loose? So I pulled down the blankets covering her chest, and I sucked on her nipples. She hadn't specified which one, so I figured I'd better do both, just to be sure. As soon as my lips closed over the first one, I felt a thrill run through my own chest. I moved over to the other one, and I felt the same thing. What the hell? Nancy wasn't about to take that laying down. Okay, physically she was, but you know what I mean. She stroked my cock a couple of more times, and I really liked that smile she got on her face. Then she reached down and cupped my balls. Her smile grew, and I'm sure I heard a little purr out of her. She normally didn't play with my balls much. She did like most gals did and went straight for my cock. Gals, our balls being played with is a BIG turn on for us. Please try to keep that in mind. Going straight for our dicks is like us starting foreplay by going right for your pussy. We don't say anything because by the time you're stroking us we're ready for the main act and we aren't going to slow down for anything. I ran my hand down her side and over her hip. A tingle ran up my spine. Then I threw caution to the wind and moved my hand between her legs. Oh, yeah! That's what I'm talking about! She was a little wet by then, from what I was doing or her playing with my balls, I'm not sure which, and I stuck my finger into her just enough to get it wet, and then rubbed it over her little button. Well named, that. Her button. I wondered if people used that name for it because it turned her on, but that was neither here nor there at the time. Anyhooo..... As soon as I touched it, I felt my state of arousal go up about three levels. She grabbed my balls and gave them a little squeeze, and it went up more. For both of us. I could see it in her eyes. My hand retreated from where it was, and I moved it over her thighs, then over and across her ass. I felt every inch of my hands progress across those very womanly curves. I was feeling some of what she felt! This was amazing! She started in on me again, going back to my dick and gripping it, then slowly stroking it again. Every movement of her hand made her purr like a kitten, and her hips started these slow movements. We ran our hands over each other for a good five minutes, just touching and exploring each other. I was able to feel some of what she was feeling when I touched her, and she could feel what I felt like when she touched me. We both stopped at the same time, and looked deep into each others eyes. Then, both of us at the same time, we rolled around and looked at the box. Then our eyes met again. "An empathy box. Of course! We feel what the other person is feeling," she said. I just nodded my head. It was impossible, but it was happening to us. I'd noticed something while we'd been playing with each other, but it hadn't dawned on me what it was. But I had it now. "Watch the light," I told Nancy. Then I reached down and cupped her mound. The pink light got a little brighter. She arched her eyebrows, and then stroked my cock. The blue light brightened up a bit. Both were still pretty subtle, though. We didn't know at that time how bright they would get. "Turn it off for a second babe," she told me. I did, and then she grabbed my balls again. I felt it! But she didn't. "Turn it back on!" she exclaimed. I did, and we were back to feeling some of what the other person felt when we touched them. It was a weird blend of feelings. I still felt what I'd always felt, but just a little less of it. But on top of that I could feel what she felt when I touched her. I didn't know how it worked, but when I'd turned it off I missed feeling the warmth of her cunt and the tingle of her nipples when I sucked them. We both got excited by the possibilities this box gave us! I took off on a full tour of her body. I thought I'd known every curve and fold on her, but I hadn't had a clue! Not like this. I touched places I'd never even considered before. Most I, she, felt little in the way of arousal when I touched or licked there. But the back of her knees was a hot spot for her. So was the bottom of her breasts, where they met the rest of her chest. My hand brushing lightly across her tummy set her, me, off. She was on her own grand tour me. We got into some strange positions while she tried to go 'there', while I was still licking 'here'. I wasn't sure how our bodies got so intertwined a few times. Eventually I got out a feather we'd played with in the past, and went over every inch of her body. All kinds of new sensitive spots came to light. I hit a few of them and we both started to squirm on the bed. This isn't east to make sense of, because how does a guy explain what a wet cunt feels like? How would she explain the feeling of a cock being played with? See what I mean? So when I say I could feel the wet cunt, do I say 'my' cunt, or 'hers'. I was the one feeling it, and it 'felt' like it was mine. So how do I put that in words? Anyway, after a full hour of exploring each other in this new way, I decided to find out what I'd been doing wrong all these years. So I scooted down and stuck my face into her crotch. By the way, you notice how I said it'd been an hour of exploring? Well, without the box, what were the odds I ever could have lasted near that long? About zero. But with the box, whenever she got me close to shooting my load, she backed off a bit. She was feeling what a guy felt as he got ready to come! And she was damn good at making use of the information! So there I was, face planted an inch from her cunt, tongue ready for immediate deployment. I was wet and ready. Oh, I mean she was wet and ready. I think. See? Confusing. I started doing what I'd always done, and it felt alright. But I wasn't getting any wetter from it. So I switched it up and tried to tune in to what she was feeling, second by second. I'd started too fast, I could feel that right away. So THAT'S where I'd been going wrong. I had a few moves, and I used them over and over again. But what I SHOULD have been doing is getting more in touch with all the little signs she was giving out, and go slow when that was what was needed, and speed up when that was called for. She/I went in cycles like that. Fast, then slow, then move over from her clit and work all over her pussy lips, outside, then in. Then back to the clit, slowly until we were ready for more. Then pour on the speed and take us to the next level. She was moving under me like she'd never moved before. I stopped for just a second and glanced over at the box. It was glowing a bright pink. The blue was stronger than it had been, showing this was turning me on too, but not as bright as the pink. The last act of this little performance was fantastic! I could feel my cunt gush her juices, and she bucked up into my face, again and again. Her legs clamped onto my head, almost hard enough to hurt my ears. I didn't mind a bit! I was feeling what Nancy felt when she came! I was feeling every bit of a womans orgasm, as she felt it! My cunt clamped down, wanting something to clamp onto. It was very insistent about it. It wouldn't let me forget about it. I stuck a finger in my/her pussy, and it was like an electric shock shot from balls down to my toes, bounced back up to my cock. Nancy reached down and tried to pull my head up. I pulled my fingers out of her/us, bumping her anus just a little when I did. Another electric shock went through me, making my pussy quiver with it's need. I positioned myself over Nancy, ready to enter her. She smiled in her eyes as she reached down and guided my missile into her silo. I thrust forward and buried her/my cock right up to my/her balls. I thrill went up my back, then concentrated on the feeling of fullness her/my cock gave us as it filled me completely. I felt my cunt stretch to take it in, then clamp down around the dick that was now a part of the whole that had a few minutes ago been two separate people. Working together, each feeling what the other felt, we made it last for a long time. How long, we don't know. And hour? Maybe. Each time our cock was ready to shoot it's load, the two of us, feeling it all, made it back off for a bit. Then it was heavy hard thrusting again. We were actually perfectly in sync with each other, not a fraction of a second between the feeling and the action. We rolled over, me now on my back and her riding me on top. Our cock had never slipped from our cunt, indeed, we kept thrusting even as we rolled. Faster and faster, harder and harder, our cock flew in and out of our pussy, now even more wet and swollen, and wanting another orgasm NOW! Her/my cock unloaded into my/ her cunt, spasm after spasm after spasm. I/she came again, then yet again, as her/my cock finally reached the end of it's supply of come. It stayed hard for a little while longer, and we made small movements as aftershocks took us both. Even after we/she had four orgasms and we/me had one real damn good one, we didn't pull out of our pussy. We liked it right where it was. Eventually we did pull out, and we rolled onto our sides facing each other. We both just stared deep into each others eyes, and grinned like fools. The Empathy Box Ch. 02 Oh, that magical little box! God, Nancy and I loved that thing. Our sex life had gotten so much better since we'd got it, well, it was incredible. There's just no other way to describe it. But... Yeah, there's always a but, isn't there? Life sucks when it hands you a bunch of but's all at once, but you just have to roll through it and keep going. The but in our case came in because after using the box every day for a few months, we got to wondering what all else we could do with it. I mean, it worked for us great, but how would it work on other people? How about more than two people in the room? I know, I know! It said right there in the instructions that it could cause confusion if used in a group setting. But we both just felt this urge to try it in one. Problem was we really didn't know anyone we could just call up and say 'Hey, you want to come over and have a group sex party at our place this weekend? Of course! Bring your husband along!' So we had to do some thinking about it. Nancy came up with the best answer, we thought. See, we'd heard there was this wife swapping group in a town about an hours drive away from us. They had a web site and everything. I wasn't really wanting to swap my wife for anyone else's. Hell no! I loved the little woman. And I sure couldn't say she wasn't giving me all I wanted in bed! But, our thinking went, those groups threw parties every now and then, and it said right on the web site that we could come as guests, and didn't have to do anything if we weren't comfortable once we were there. We could just watch if we wanted. I'm sure that anyone who just went to watch wouldn't get invited back, but we just wanted to test it and see what happened. So a return visit wasn't in the plans anyway. Yeah, it may have been a bit dishonest, we knew that. But we couldn't think of any other way to do it. So Nancy filled out their little form, and they did a quick background check on us. It came back clean, of course. And low and behold, we got an invitation to their next party! I think I was more nervous about it than Nancy was. Remember, she was the wild one of us. To tell you the truth, I didn't have any idea what to expect. So I guess my mind made up all kinds of things that could happen there, and I would wind up embarrassed in every one of them. But I was going to go. We dressed up all nice, and Nancy looked hot as hell in the black low cut gown she had on. I just picked my best shirt and pants, and went with it. I didn't really have anything in the closet that said 'wife swapping party' all over it. On the hour drive over there Nancy had this funny look on her face, like she was really looking forward to this. I trusted her not to dump me there and drive off with another couple, but just the same, did she have to look so damn happy about it? The little magic box was tucked into her purse, with a fresh set of batteries. We were going through batteries at a pretty good clip by then. Hell, we'd had more sex in the last month than we'd had in any given year before. And every time that box was turned on, with it's pink and blue lights shining on the ceiling. We pulled up to the address we'd been given, and found it was a damn good sized place. I'd bet it had seven or eight bedrooms. At least. The front had the big columns two stories tall all along it's front. Like you see in the movie stars homes. There was a place to pull up and get out of the car, and someone was actually parking the cars for us. We got out and watched our car disappear around the side of the house, then Nancy took my arm and we went up to the door. There was a doorman to open it for us, and he checked that we had an invitation. We did, and he let us in. We felt like what the rich and famous must feel like, right at that moment. Just a taste of the good life. But I didn't for a second forget our mission: to test the box on people other than ourselves. A wide entrance foyer was just inside, and off to each side of that were large rooms, packed with people. I don't know what I expected, but they all had their clothes on. They were all just hanging out, talking, most with drinks in their hands. Most were dressed better than we were, but a few looked like low priced hookers or pimps. Nancy was still smiling when a woman in an outfit that looked stunning, and put everything she had on display, walked up to us. "Would you care for a drink?" she asked us. I looked at Nancy, and she shook her head no, but I was thirsty and asked for a beer. I had it in my hands about thirty seconds after the lady had walked off to greet some other people just arriving. So far, I was impressed. We mingled for a bit, and not a single person there seemed like a perv or anything, just nice normal people who enjoyed spicing up their sex lives. At least that's the way it seemed to me. Nancy may think differently, but you'd have to ask her about that. We were all still milling about when the lady that had asked us if we wanted a drink came into the room and got everyones attention. "Listen up, everybody! Welcome to our annual event. This is the big one folks, so make it a good one! Here's the layout. This room is our safe room. Anyone in here is off limits. So come in here if you want a break, or for whatever reason. Even if they're naked, you don't ask anyone in here to do anything. No sex in here, not even husband and wife. Got it? Good!" "Across the hall is another room like this one, but it's open house there. That's for singles or whatever. You can approach people there, but give them some space if they say no. The furniture in there is leather, so we can clean it up easily. But I'll warn you, it sticks to bare skin. Watch it standing up to fast! Upstairs and to the right is the game room, and that's for orgies. Anything goes in there, and you never know who's going to plug you there. So watch your ass!" "There are eight bedrooms, and the normal rules apply there. Leave the door open if you want company. Close it if you want to keep your little party private. Respect the closed doors, folks! I don't want a repeat of last years little incident." She paused, and the room filled with low laughter. Wonder what happened last year? Just made me curious, is all.... "Now, the rest of the house is for your use. Try to keep the hallways clear. I'll step right on your ass if you're blocking one, and I'll do it in high heels, too!" More low laughter. "There is a pool out back, and a hot tub right beside it. Enjoy them! I don't have to clean them tomorrow so I don't care what the water looks like when you're done." That brought even more laughter. "Lock your stuff in your car, or hand it over to the people just down the hallway here. We have a room setup so no one can get to anything, and we'll keep it safe until you want it back. Any questions?" There weren't any. "Okay then. Let the games begin! Lets get naked and sweaty folks!" As soon as she was done people started to leave the room, some in small groups, some in pairs. One or two couples broke up and went in separate directions. We stayed there for a little while watching everyone, and then stepped into the entryway. We didn't go very far from the doorway to the safe room yet. Nancy was looking at something, and I looked where she was looking, in the room across the hall. I saw a lot of boobs and bare butts already. People were stripping down everywhere I looked. I saw one lady lean over the back of a couch and a guy walked up behind her and shoved his cock inside her. Another woman, I think it was the guys wife, got down on her knees and started to fondle his balls as he shoved it into the gals cunt. These people got started fast! Nancy was getting turned on already. I could see it in her eyes. I edged a bit closer to the door across the hall, and there were naked people all over the room, grunting and moaning. I watched, fascinated. I'd never seen anyone have sex before. Not even been in a room where people were getting ready to have sex. Never more than me and whoever I was with at the time. This was something else. Nancy tugged on my arm, and I turned around to see what she wanted. "Babe, I can't take much more of this. I'm so wet I want you now! Please?" "You want to go find one of the bedrooms?" I asked her. "No! I want you now. Here." I always made it a practice to give Nancy whatever she wanted. But I hadn't been naked in front of another guy since high school gym showers. Stage fright, that's what I had right then. But I also had something else. A very insistent hard on. Nancy knew it too, and rubbed it through my pants. "Now babe! Take me now!" She pulled me into the room with all the others, and turned around and put her hands on the wall, and leaned forward. I stepped up behind her, pulled her dress up above her waist, and dropped my pants. Then I shoved my dick into her from behind all in one hard thrust. Once I was in her I didn't even notice the others all around me. It became just me and Nancy, fucking away. I felt Nancy playing with my balls, and it took me a second to realize it couldn't be her. Both of her hands were on the wall! I glanced down and saw the other woman, who had been fondling her husband while he did the other gal, had moved over and was playing with me. She smiled up at me, and I just smiled back and kept pumping into Nancy. She let out a moan, and I knew my time was about up. I picked up the pace, slamming it to her furiously. But she came first, with a low shudder and a tight grip on my dick with her pussy. Then she moved off of me and turned around, seeing the woman playing with me still. The other girl looked up at Nancy. "Can I finish him off?" she asked my wife. "Sure, why not?" Nancy told her. The gal took my dick in her mouth and started giving me a blow job. Right in front of my wife! I looked at Nancy, and she had a smile on her face that said it was just fine. Go for it. So I just let it happen. A minute later I filled the womans mouth with my come, and she swallowed every drop of it. Then she moved off, back to her husband and his swinging balls. Last I saw of her she was rimming her husband, with two of her fingers wildly stuck up her pussy, working them like crazy. Holy shit! What a party! A young guy walked up and asked me if he could fuck Nancy. I didn't have to say anything, Nancy did. "I need a little time to recover," she told the guy, and he headed off to find another target. "Lets go back over here," Nancy told me, tugging on my arm again. We went back to the safe room, and sat down on a couch. That was when I realized I had my pants in one hand. I was naked below the waist. Nancy still had her dress on, and it was pushed back down into place. Damn, the couch felt cold on my naked ass! "I liked seeing you get sucked off," Nancy told me with a grin. I just smiled at her. What could I say, really? That I hadn't enjoyed it? Get real! I leaned a little closer to her and almost whispered in her ear. "We can't stay in here all night if we want to test the box." "I know," she whispered back. "Just a rest stop. Then we'll head upstairs and see what's going on." I nodded my head okay. Seemed like a plan. I got up and found the bar setup at the far end of the room and grabbed us both a beer, and took them back to where Nancy was still sitting. The whole way there my dick was flapping in the breeze, and I didn't even notice. This was unreal. "Things may happen tonight, Babe," Nancy told me. "Whatever it is, it's okay with me. This is too much of a turn on. What happens here, stays here, okay? We'll never see these people again, and don't even know their names. So if you want to do someone, it's okay with me. Okay?" I took a deep breath. Could I live with seeing Nancy get it from someone other than me? I guess I can, I decided. As long as it's just sex. This place was way to big of a turn on to expect her to just waltz through it without wanting some of what she saw. She was a very sexual creature, I know that. Hell, these people don't even know what town we live in! "Yeah, it's okay with me too. I don't want to separate from you, though. Can we stay together? That way at least we know each others okay, and we're not hiding anything from each other." "That's be great, Babe!" she told me. "I want you there to see it, whatever happens. Okay?" So we were agreed. Whatever happened, we were good with it. As long as we stayed together. We sat there and drank our beers, and then just watched people come and go. Most were naked. Some I wished would cover back up. Not everyone could carry off naked without the word 'gross' coming to mind. Most were average people, and some simple stunning. "I'm getting wet again," Nancy leaned in and whispered to me a little while later. Her eyes were fixed on the room across the hall. There were naked ass's humping everywhere over there. A virtual sea of mens butt cracks, as it were. Here and there I could catch a glimpse of some womans boobs flopping around while she rode somebody laying on the floor. "And?" I asked her. "And I think we should go check out the rest of the house." "Okay by me," I said, with only a little hesitation. We left the room, and then Nancy stopped me. "I think we should ditch these clothes before we go upstairs. Where will we put them up there?" Thats sounded sensible. But I had a question for her. "Where will we put the box?" "I'll keep my bag with me. It's a little one, and the only thing in there is the box." I nodded my head yes. "Good enough for me. As long as you keep an eye on it." "Oh, I will!" she told me, slapping me on the arm. "I'm not about to lose that!" We headed down the hallway to where the lady had said the cloak room was. When we got there we stripped naked, right there in the hallway. Nancy didn't even look the slightest bit embarrassed about being naked around all these people. Can't say I was the same way. As we headed up the stairway, we took a look around. There were other girls, naked, that still carried their bags with them. I saw a dildo sticking out of one of them, and realised they carried their toys in them. So Nancy wouldn't stand out carrying hers. Cool. We got to the first open door and looked in. A threesome, two guys and a gal, were going at it. She was taking both of them at once, one dick in each hole. We watched for a few seconds, then moved on. The next door was closed, and we passed it by. The next was open, and I gasped when we stuck our heads in to see what was going on in there. Five woman, no men. They were in a circle on the floor, each one licking the pussy of the girl ahead of them. Never seen nothing like it! Damn turn on, is what it was! Even Nancy looked like she was enjoying the show. I briefly wondered what she was feeling right then, and was tempted to take the box out and turn it on. But I didn't. We went on. The rest of the bedroom doors were closed, so we walked on past them. That brought us to the game room. Holy crap! There were bodies piled on top of other bodies in there! I mean it. It was hard to see any carpet at all. Just naked, sweaty bodies, grunting and groaning and moaning. Thrusting and sucking and fucking. Well, you get the idea. So this was the orgy room, huh? Hard to mistake it for anything else. We stood in the doorway and watched the action. Don't know how long we were there, but a couple of times we had to move out of the way to let people in or out. I know we were there long enough for me to get one hell of a boner. It was so hard it hurt just a little. I had a hard time (pun alert!) keeping my hands off of it! Nancy saw it. She kept looking from it to the action, and then back to it. A big chested woman came up to us as we stood there, and grabbed my cock. She was a pretty hot lady! Maybe twenty years old, if that. I just stood there and stared at her body. "Lady, you going to hog this thing to yourself, or can anyone play with it?" she asked Nancy. Nancy smiled at me, and nodded her permission. "Good," the lady told us. "Getting hard to find a dick in here, and I'm tired of getting it licked." The lady pulled me into the room by my dick, and I saw she had Nancy by the wrist and was pulling her in too. The gal found a little bit of floor space, and she pulled us down. "Not enough space to lay down, so you get to do me doggy, big guy." She got down on all fours, her legs on one side of someones prone body and her arms on the other. I hesitated, and she turned around to look over her shoulder at me. I was still nervous, and my wife was right there! Would she really care if I fucked this gal? She answered that by reaching down between us and guiding my dick into the gals pussy. Then Nancy reached behind me and as I pumped into the cunt, she grabbed my balls and played with them. See, the box had taught her how much us guys liked that. The box was a great teaching aide, for sure. The girl was right, she needed a dick. She came in only a couple of minutes. Then she turned around and smiled at me. "Fill me up, boy! You've earned it!" she told me. I looked over at Nancy, and while she was still playing with my two boys, she had company. There was a guy under her, lapping away at her cunt like a thirsty dog. I shot my load into the girls pussy. She was a young and tight one, and I'm surprised I lasted that long. The girl turned around and kissed me quick on the mouth, and then she was crawling off, over all the bodies, looking for the next thing she saw hanging loose, I'd guess. Nancy got my attention and motioned for me to turn towards her, and when I did she cleaned my dick off, licking it spotless. The guy was still there, licking her pussy. Then she tossed her head back and came. I'd recognize one of her orgasm's anywhere. When she was done we got up and left the room. If someone had told me I'd some day be walking around someone else's home with my wife, both of us stark naked except for her little purse, while all around us people fucked their brains out, I'd have told them they were nuts. But here we were doing just that. Crazy. And exciting, and wild and well, I already said crazy, didn't I? Well, it deserves mentioning twice. It was for sure all of that. Hell, little old insecure me was stepping over people screwing like rabbits, with my dick, now soft, hanging out for all to see. Crazy. Guess I can't use that word enough. Crazy. And all so we could test a little box out, and see what effect it would have on a crowd. You may be wondering why we didn't just turn the thing on right then, or even earlier. Well, you go to an orgy and see if you stay soft. I couldn't. And Nancy, her wild side really showing off today, was just as turned on as I was. I guess we could have, and maybe even should have, just turned it on. But this was all new to me and Nancy, and we wanted to see what it was like. I never intended to go there and fuck anyone, but we'd known it may happen. Obviously, it did. Nancy led me back down the hallway past all the bedroom doors. Only two were open. She peeked into the first one we got to, and then pulled back trying to stifle a laugh. I peeked around the corner to see what was so funny. Laying flat on her back on the bed was an older woman. She had to be sixty, at least. She was getting pumped by a younger guy, twenty or twenty two, at the most. Another guy, he looked middle aged to me, was getting sucked off by granny. Okay, so granny liked younger guys. If she could keep it going at that age, good for her. I pulled my head back out into the hallway and shot Nancy a questioning look. She just pointed back into the room, off to the left. I stuck my head back in to see what she was going on about. The Empathy Box Ch. 02 An older guy was sitting in a chair, a cane in one hand and his dick in the other. He had to be seventy! He was pumping away on his little dick like he was trying to start a fire with it. He never even saw us there, he was so intent on watching granny get her pussy filled. When my head made it back out into the hallway I smiled at Nancy. "Good for them," I told her. "I hope we're still trying at that age." She smiled and laughed a little and managed to nod her head up and down. We were both still smiling when we got to the other open door. Nancy got the first look, and I heard her gasp a little. I looked in and saw three woman, all laying face down on the edge of the bed, their legs splayed out across the floor. Two were on one side, and one was on the other. I swear two of them looked like mother/daughter. Those two were across the bed from each other, and they kept smiling at each other. They both had the same black hair, and the same pretty hot bodies. One looked older than the other, but they HAD to be here together. Behind the three gals was three guys, all of them doing the girls up the ass. They were all maybe twenty five to thirty years old. As we watched one of them said "time!", and all three pulled their cocks out and moved to the next girl clockwise around the bed. Then they worked their dicks into the back door of the new gal, and pumped away again. Hell, what a game of musical chairs, only with assholes, not chairs! Sorry, that's just what came to my mind when I saw it happen. I looked over at Nancy, and she was watching the three couples intently. I noticed her right hand was down on her belly, just above her mound, slowly tracing circles around and around. I'd guess she was getting so turned on watching that her fingers really wanted to be in her cunt right about then. She slowly turned and looked me in the eyes, and I could see the want and the need in them. "You want to try it now?" I asked her softly. She just nodded her head up and down quickly. I just shrugged my shoulders. What my Nancy wanted and needed, I wanted for her. We went into the room. The mother, if that's what she was, patted the bed beside her. "Put it right her, hun," she told Nancy. "Glad you could join us!" Nancy didn't say anything, just laid face down on the bed and spread her legs. "Lube by the headboard," the guy across from us told me. I reached for, and opened up the tube. I got some on my finger, and coated Nancy's pretty little ass hole up real well. Then I got into position behind her. "First time?" the daughter asked Nancy. Nancy nodded her head yes. "Was for me too," the girl said. "Relax and it won't hurt much. Then you'll love it!" Nancy didn't look all that convinced. But she still wanted to try it. "Just go slow, babe. Okay?" "You know I will," I told her. "I'm not going to do anything to hurt you." I didn't know if that was strictly true, but what did I know? I'd never taken it up the ass, so I had no idea what it would be like. But I sure wasn't going to tell any of that to Nancy right then. And she was the one wanting this. I liked the other hole just fine! I held my cock in place at her puckered little opening, and pushed just a little. She let out a little gasp, but it was a good gasp. She really did have a sensitive butt hole. I pushed a little more, and I could see her stiffening up, preparing herself. I'd lubed her up pretty good, and then I'd put some on my palm and rubbed it up and down my cock. So lube wasn't going to be a problem. All of a sudden I felt the head of my cock pop inside her. Not very far, but at least it was a start. She was tensed up like crazy. "Just relax, sister," the mom beside her said. "Let it in. Don't fight it." Nancy gave her a little strained grin, and I could feel her trying to let herself relax. I pushed into her a little more. This wasn't going to be as easy as I thought it was. She was still fighting it. "Babe?" I leaned forward and down so I could hear her better. "Yeah?" "We're fighting each other. You're pushing when I need you not too, and not when I do. Turn it on. Please? It'll let us feel each other and what we need to do." We were all but whispering to each other. "The box?" She nodded her head yes. Her little purse was right there at her elbow. I opened it up and reached inside, and flipped the switch on. I could see the dim glow of it's lights shining out of the purse, but I'm sure no one else could. I heard a loud gasp, and it took a second before I realized it came from me. I could still feel my cock inside Nancy's ass, getting squeezed tight. But I could also feel the fullness and the warmth of it, as it felt like to Nancy. My knees shook just a little, and my cock wiggled just enough that she/we could feel it move in her. Oh my god! It felt warm and wonderful and yet too tight of a fit, all at once. Nancy had her head down, her face pressed into the bed. I could hear her rapid breathing from where I stood behind her. Before, it was like we were playing the same song, but I was playing each note a second or two behind her. Now we were in tune with each other, and playing in perfect harmony. I can't imagine any other way two people could ever feel so close. I just knew when she wanted me to push, and when she needed time to get used to it. When we needed to pull back. I just KNEW it. It only took a few minutes until my/our cock was sliding in and out of her/my ass. The pressure inside of us was a fantastic feeling! We were hitting our g-spot with every stroke, in and out and back in again. She/we came only a few minutes later. It was one of our best ever! Wave after wave rolled over us, leaving us both shaking. I leaned down over her back and kissed her between the shoulder blades, then all around. "Oh fuck," I heard her whisper. "What the hell have we been missing?" I just smiled at her back. It was only then that I noticed the others had stopped fucking, and were looking at us. One of the guys, the one doing the daughter, had a look of amazement on his face. He slowly began thrusting in and out of her ass again, and the look only grew stronger. One by one the others did the same, and soon all six of them were where Nancy and I had been a few minutes before. You should have seen the looks on their faces! One of happiness and contentment, joy and fulfilment, of the ecstasy, that only the box could give anyone. I even felt some pity for them. They had no idea what had just happened. They hadn't a clue something like the box could even exist. It wasn't all that long ago that we didn't either. But they were sure feeling it's effects. Yeah, and I'm sure they were feeling some confusion, too. They'd never know what had done it too them, because Nancy and I weren't about to tell them anything about the box. Not a fucking peep. I/our cock was still up her/my ass, and I wiggled it in and out a little bit. She laughed, and tossed her head back. Then she turned her head around and looked me right in the eye, and smiled the most contented smile I could ever imagine her face ever holding. "Thanks, Babe," she told me. "Don't thank me! You know who to thank for that!" She nodded her head. Yeah, she did. The inventor of the box. I pulled out, and just stood there contented as hell, but still with a hard cock. I'd shared her orgasm in full, and felt the calmness that came afterwards. But my/her cock still hadn't shot it's load. "Time!" one of the other guys called out, the one doing the daughter. They all pulled out, looking like they really, really didn't want to. I gave it a seconds thought, and it came to me. They didn't know what they'd been feeling! They only knew that they were feeling something they'd never felt before, and were wondering if they'd only feel it again with the person they were with right then. Well, they were in for a surprise. The box was still on. They started the clockwise movement around the bed, but the guy doing the mom hesitated, unsure if we were playing this game or not. "Go ahead babe. We need to get that taken care of," she told me, looking at my rock hard cock. I moved to the other side of the bed and got into position behind the daughter. I got to watch a stranger push his dick into my wifes ass, and saw her smile. Then I got back to the task at hand. I shoved my cock into the daughters asshole in one move, giving her the whole thing. I heard her moan, and then laugh. "Damn, that feels so good!" she told me. "Doesn't it though," her mom said, wiggling her ass on the dick that was up her ass. I pumped that gal like there was no tomorrow. She pushed her ass up into me, helping all the way. Nancy was getting the same treatment and looking like she was loving it. Our eyes met every few seconds, and we both were getting off on each others pleasure. The box wasn't doing exactly what I had expected it would. I could feel whoever I was in, and I could tell she was feeling me from my point of view, but I still felt Nancy even stronger. The bond we had was overpowering the connection between me and the person I shoved my dick into. I came in that gals ass. I pumped her full of my come, and kept right on pumping. Nancy let out a little gasp when I came, and then I saw her coming too. It was pretty cool being able to look into her eyes across the bed, as we shared our orgasms with each other, while fucking other people. THIS I could get used too! Eventually everyone had come at least once, and some more than that. After sharing smiles with the others, Nancy and I left those six people and wondered out into the hall, our legs shaking and barely holding us up. I noticed as we all but stumbled down the hallway that Nancy had her purse, with it's priceless cargo inside, tucked up under her arm. And I could see the dim glow of pink and blue light escaping from it. "What now?" I asked my love. "Well, I'd say after that we either go down to the safe room and rest up, or go see if the box is effecting anyone else." Crap! Something just occurred to me. We didn't know the range of the box, and we were walking all around the house with it turned on. What the hell were those people feeling? A passing effect, unknown to them, that came and went as we walked in and out of range. Talk about confusing! "Turn the box off for now," I told Nancy, and then explained why. She agreed and reached into her purse and flipped the switch. Almost instantly moans of disappointment arose from all around us. People didn't know what was happening to them, but they sounded like they sure missed it when it went away! "Before we go downstairs, lets go back to the orgy room and turn it back on. I want to see what happens," Nancy told me in a whisper. There were people all around us here in the hallway, and she didn't want them to know what was going on. I just shrugged my shoulders. I could use a little cleaning up here pretty soon. Too much of my come and their pussy juices were sticking to the hair on my balls. But it wouldn't take long to do what she was asking. So off we went back to the orgy room. Again, I had to laugh a little inside as we walked around that house. We were a loving husband and wife, who kept their private life to themselves and had never even considered doing anything like this until just the last couple of weeks. And yet here we were, walking all around this big house with my dick swinging in the breeze and Nancy's very sexy body on full display. She had her shoulders back and her head help high, putting those gorgeous boobs of hers visible for all to see. God, I loved this woman! We found a spot just inside the door of the orgy room, and just watched for a couple of minutes. It was a mass of grunting sweating bodies, moving slowly around as people crawled or rolled or just got up and moved to another open spot. Nothing in there was anything but fucking. Forget 'making love' or being tender. This was raw animal lust and fucking. Nancy looked at me and smiled, and I smiled back. Then she reached into her purse and flipped the switch on. The effect was almost instantly seen. The whole mass of people stopped for a second, and it got quiet. A wave of smiles spread from one end of the room to the other, getting passed by both those fucking and those just being fucked. It was really a sight to see. "There it is again!" a voice came from somewhere in the room. It had a good dose of awe in it's tone. Slowly people started to move again, but it was slower, gentler. More tender. They were all feeling what we had felt when we first turned it on. But there was one big difference. We'd been together for a lot longer, and knew each other a lot better then these people did. And we'd been the only ones in range of the box's effects. That wasn't true at all here. They were feeling what their partner was feeling, sure. But they were also feeling strongly what all the others around them were feeling. I figured that out when I saw a middle aged gal over in the corner by herself. She looked like she'd been taking a break. Now she was up on her knees, bucking her hips like she was riding someones cock cowboy style. And I watched as she came, hard, several times from it. She didn't actually need a cock in her, she was getting the feelings as if she did. I was feeling the same things, and I knew Nancy was too. I felt that ladies orgasms from across the room. I felt that cock up in me, stroking into her/my cunt. And so did Nancy. Nancy came right then and there, standing by the door of that room. She shook like a leaf, and I grabbed her to keep her from falling. I felt her come, added on top of all the others, and I shot a full load out into the air, all across the backs of a couple right in front of me. Then her/my cunt wanted to come again, and we shared another orgasm. We were sharing everyone in the rooms orgasms! Wave after wave after wave rolled over us. I had no more come in me, but my cock spasmed as if it did. It was starting to hurt, my dick staying hard when it should have gone back down. Nancy was feeling the same things, of course. Some woman out there in that mass of bodies came so hard her orgasm overpowered all the others for a few seconds, and we all came with her. Her/my cunt couldn't take anymore, and it just came and came and came. It dawned on me that not only were Nancy and I the ones most used to the what the box did, we were the closest to it at the moment. So when we came, a wave of moans traveled across the room, bodies spasming as the wave overtook them. It blended into what those people were doing at that moment, and the wave would return to us, hitting us and increasing our own pleasure, so we started to come again. Back and forth across the room, everyone there shared everyone else orgasms. It went back and forth, until almost everyone was having one long orgasm that would never quit. I saw one guy pass out, then another. Girls started to do the same right after that. I felt a huge dick get shoved up someones/my ass, and I went to my knees, unable to stand any more. My legs were shaking so bad it looked like I was having a seizure. I looked up at Nancy as that huge dick pumped come into someones/our ass. I couldn't even talk by then. Nancy shook again, and groaned. I managed a look around the room and people were passed out all around us. Others were still having orgasms, which made others pass out. Some would regain consciousness, share the wave of the next round of orgasms and come, hard. Then they'd pass out again. It was not going good. Not good at all. Understatement of the year, huh? Nancy fell to her knees, then rolled away from me. She was on overload big time. So were we all! "The box!" I tried to tell her, but she couldn't hear me over all the moans of those who were still coming. I managed to flip around, brushing off someones mouth that tried to clamp down on my cock, and reached for Nancy's purse. I just managed to get my hand into it and flip the switch before I passed out, like so many others. I kept my senses, but it had been close. Instantly the moans stopped. Those that still had their senses started to check those who didn't. No one knew what had happened, but they knew the party was over. I couldn't see anyone who wanted more sex. Not one. I shook Nancy, and she woke up in my arms. We helped each other up and onto our feet, and staggered the few feet to the door. Down the hallway we walked, towards the stairs. Every door we passed had people in it, with a strange mixture of awe, satisfaction, pain and confusion on their faces. Thank god, I couldn't see anyone that was really hurt physically. As we walked we saw others in the same shape we were in, walking like zombies, trying to find their partners and then the door. We made our way to the front door, got our car keys from the guy who was standing there, his cock out and dripping with his come, and we went to find our car. For most of the hour drive home we were almost silent. We kept glancing at each other, and alternately smiling or scowling. I must have been just a bit dazed, because we got pulled over about halfway home. Guess I'd been driving a little fast. The cop about shit when she saw we were both stark naked. Guess we'd staggered out of that house without even thinking about clothes. She, the cop, let us off with a wink and a nod. She told us to drive slower, and go straight home. From the look on her face we figured she must have been into exhibitionism herself, and thought that's what we'd been doing. I really didn't care what she thought right then. We pulled into our driveway, and I shut the car off. We just sat there for a couple of minutes. "Well, now we know what it meant by may cause confusion," Nancy told me with a laugh. I laughed right back at her. "Boy, I guess," I said, deadpanning it. "But we still don't really know what it's range is," I added a few seconds later. "True," Nancy said. "More then ten feet, that's for sure." "Oh yeah. A lot more. That room was twenty five by twenty, and it got to people all the way down the hallway." Nancy laughed and slapped my arm. "You see that guy standing outside? It looked like he'd been beating himself off so hard his dick was bright red!" I really hadn't been paying all that much attention to his dick, but, yeah, I'd noticed. "So you figure he was feeling it all the way outside?" I asked her. "Maybe. Looked that way to me." I let it go. What difference does it make now? It was the middle of the night, but we'd sat there so long people were peeking around their curtains at us, just sitting there in the car. Some of the nosy ones wouldn't stop watching us as long as we were out here, even if it took all night. "Well, you ready to run the gauntlet?" I asked Nancy. "Might as well. The longer we wait the more of an audience we'll have." Just our luck there was a street light on our side of the street, right by our driveway. Well, I didn't want to sit here all night, so we just had to do it. We opened our car doors and got out. Then we strolled, not quickly at all, up the sidewalk and to the front door. Nancy had that little purse of hers, with it's precious cargo, in her hand and held it at her side. Neither of us even tried to hide any of our body parts from the nosy people watching us every step of the way. God, did she have gorgeous tits! Did I ever mention that? I unlocked the door, and stepped aside to let Nancy enter first. Then I couldn't help myself. I stepped back outside, balls and cock seemingly framed in the streetlight, and waved goodbye to our audience. Then I went in and closed the door. The Empathy Box After what I'd say was about ten minutes, our breathing back to normal, we both rolled onto our backs, and I looked at the clock. Holy hell! It had been three hours and ten minutes from the time I'd first turned the box on to now. Thinking about the box, I reached over and turned it off. Don't think we'd be needing it for a little while. Might as well save the batteries. "Oh!" Nancy said. "My!" I told her. "GOD!" we both exclaimed at the same time. "They don't make words to describe that, do they?" Nancy asked me with a wide grin on her face. "No, they don't," I told her. "Not even close." I could think of an lot of words to try on for size. Fantastic, for one. But none of them even came close. "They should have one for that," Nancy said, grinning. "They definitively should!" I said, giggling like a school girl. Nancy got up and went to the bathroom. When she came out she went downstairs instead of coming back to bed. So I followed her. I found her in the den, sitting at the computer. I walked up behind her and kissed her on the top of her head. I could see she was doing a web search. "Whatcha doing?" I asked her. "Looking it up, of course." I nodded my head, something she couldn't see of course, what with me standing behind her. "Here it is!" I looked at the screen, and she was on a web page of one of those online encyclopedias that let anyone upload an article or do some editing of one. "The Empathy Machine was invented by a Thurmand Haggerty in the nineteen sixties. It is purported to be a device to allow people to feel what their partner feels while engaged in the act of sex. The number that Haggerty hand built is unknown, but it's believed to be around thirty. Only three are known to survive, and none of them work. All attempts to fix them has proved unsuccessful. Several major research organizations have expressed an interest in the device, and a working model is being sought, if one even exists. A reward for a working one is currently offered by one such organization, and is said to be for $125,000 dollars." "Mr. Haggerty is said to have been a self taught inventor, who had interests in science, electronics, and human sexual habits. He died on July 20th, 1969 while watching Apollo 11 land on the moon. He was eighty one years old at the time of his death." "Want to sell it?" I asked Nancy. "Hell no!" she exclaimed. "Not for any amount of money!" I had to agree with her. I wasn't about to give up on that little box. I had a feeling that our sex life had just taken a huge leap up. "If there are any more out there, I'd be willing to bet the people who have them are keeping it secret. I can't see any of them selling out," I told her, massaging her neck. "I bet you're right. They'll never find a working one. People who have them won't let them go." "I know we're not!" It was about then that Nancy realized she was stark naked. And the curtains in the den were open and the lights on. So anyone out there could see us plain as day. Tell you the truth, I was so completely satisfied and mellow, I didn't really care. I guess Nancy did, though. She got up, covered her chest with her arms and headed back to the bedroom upstairs. We got back in bed, and I scooted up behind her when I saw her lay on her side, spooning her. I tossed my arm over her and cupped her breast. We were falling asleep a little while later, when Nancy whispered to me. "You did all the work tonight. My god, what you did down there! Maybe tomorrow I could return the favor? I want to find all of your spots like you found mine." "Sure, babe. Sounds great," I told her. I was half asleep by then. Then I had another thought. "Babe?" "Yeah?" "What was that tingle about when I bumped your asshole?" I could feel her giggling under my hand. It made her boobs giggle in a very pleasing way. "Aways been curious about there. But never tried it," she told me. "Ah," was all I said. This could get VERY interesting...