Chapter 7: A Touch of Reality
I was actually starting to feel some semblance of myself again. I felt in control of my thoughts again, like I was no longer looking from the outside. There was my wife, Jane, naked, but no longer just another object of my lust. She was the one I loved and had promised to spend my life with; to be faithful to. "To be faithful." What had been happening! What was all of this?
"It's strange," Jane said, while turning the shower faucet off. "It's not just clothing that is gone. Even bath towels are a thing of the past. If you want to dry off, you have to shake yourself off or use a hand towel." "Yes," she sarcastically added, "hand towels exist, but not bath towels. Go figure!" Annoyed, she could only shrug and started dabbing her body with the one hand towel in the bathroom. "Wanna share," she half-heartedly giggled at the situation. "No, I'm good," I thought. "I can shake like a big old hairless dog!" I got a laugh out of her, on that one.
Turning to me, she caught my eye. "It's so good to see you again." I knew exactly what she meant.
"What's really been happening, Jane?" She started to answer me, but then let out a, "Oh my goodness!"
"What?!" I quickly asked.
"I just now remembered something! Shhh, follow me quietly, and keep your eyes on me. We don't want to wake up 'the sleeping sluts', and you sure don't need to be looking at other women!" It was amazing how her attitude had already changed. My wife was back.
She led me into our master closet. It was full of all kinds of knick knacks and boxes, but not a stitch of clothing anywhere. That's when she pulled them out; two fluffy white robes. "How?" I asked surprisingly. "I don't know," she responded. "It's like whatever did all of this, missed them somehow. When I woke up that first morning, completely naked and confused, I searched all over for some clothing . . . any clothing for you and me. I finally found these robes buried under boxes in our closet. This was what I had to wear, until . . ." she faded into deep thought. "until, you know, I, uh, changed." She turned sheepishly from me. "How . . . I still don't understand. How did I become 'that'. The things, the people that I 'did'. The, the women I forced you 'to do'. Tears welled up in her eyes.
"You didn't make me do anything," I assured her. "There's something that changed us; that compelled us. Something unnatural." "Or, you could say 'natural', 'animalistic', I don't know."
I'm just, just so sorry Jason." As we put on the robes, I wiped her tears. "There's nothing to forgive."
We went into our living room, covered, for the first time since, I couldn't even remember. Jane brewed some coffee and she promised to tell me everything that she remembered.
"I just wish they'd go away! Just get up and leave! They're going to come in here, acting all 'horny'." "Never mind them," I compassionately responded. "Just tell me what happened. Maybe we can figure this thing out, before they wake up."
"Ok," she started. "You know the beginning of it. There was a flash of light. I woke up to a 'new world'. For hours, I tried to make sense of it. Of course, my first 'go to' was Kona,. I tried to call, and all it did was ring. It wasn't getting through. I definitely wasn't go to go out in public like this; naked in a bath robe!" She snickered a bit at the prior innocence that she had.
"I looked on the news channel to see if anyone else had experienced this. Of course, that's when I found out that it was worldwide. At first, news anchors 'private parts' were blurred out. Within literally hours, that changed. Reporters started acting very strange. When they did show up to say something, it wasn't news anymore. They'd just get on and talk about 'getting out' and 'fu . . ', 'doing it with others'. It's funny, I can't even say the word, anymore. Everything on the internet and on television looked like some 'frat boy' had ahold of the camera. All there was, was video of naked people everywhere, 'doing it'. Of course, I couldn't watch it anymore."
Jane paused for a moment, trying to hold back her emotions. She took a deep breath and steadied herself. "I turned it off. I didn't know what to do. I couldn't call anyone. I couldn't go out. I couldn't even find out if someone else had a clue what was happening. All I had was myself. You were still in that deep sleep."
She looked down, trying to regain her composure. I gently placed my hand on hers, trying to soothe her.
"That's when the knock came at the door. Oh, how I wish I'd just ignored it. But, I opened it, hoping to see a friendly face; maybe Kona or someone else from the church. But no, it was Kai. Of all people, Kai! She was standing there butt naked, smiling so big. I felt 'sick' seeing her. I really didn't feel like putting up with her, but maybe, I thought, she might have some answers. Well, she definitely had answers! The wrong kind!"
"Oh, how I wish I hadn't let her in. She had this strange look in her eyes, like she wanted to eat me alive! And then she started talking, the most ridiculous nonsense. I tried to push her out, but she just kept talking. She mentioned something about the 'power of lust' and how I needed to get out of that robe. She talked about how she wanted to 'free me' and make me 'complete'. She then went to touch me!"
Jane shuddered at the thought of Kai's touch. I could see the disgust in her eyes and feel the repulsion seeping out of her.
"What did you do?" I asked in a low and concerned tone.
Jane hesitated for a moment, as if trying to erase the memory from her mind. She took a deep breath and continued, "She kept talking about how 'freeing' it all was, and the more she talked, the more strange she seemed. I just wanted her to leave, but she wouldn't. Finally, after realizing that I wasn't going to go for anything she was saying, she . . . she," Jane could barely say it without tearing up.
"She grabbed me and kissed me. Yes, kissed me, on the lips!" Jane's face turned even redder, as she relived the moment. "But it wasn't just like an ordinary kiss. She didn't just press her lips against mine like a normal human being; she invaded me. Her tongue, her saliva, everything felt so wrong! I pushed her away and screamed as loud as I could."
I gripped her hands tighter as she continued.
"But then I started feeling things I'd never felt it my life. Thoughts started to invade my mind; sensual, sexual thoughts. It felt like my sanity was crumbling around me. I didn't know what to do. I just froze. She started laughing, saying that she 'knew' I wanted it. She kept coming closer to me, and I kept stepping back. Then, I tripped. She had me so flustered, I tripped backwards, of all things! and before I knew it, she was on me, crazed, animalistic, with a look I'd never seen before!
Before I could regain any composure, she had pulled up my robe and buried her face in my . . . my," Jane had now stopped.
"Oh Jason, it's all such a blur. I felt my innocence, my sanity, my very mind start to change. The inhibitions, the morals that I had all my life started to vanish. I felt pure lust for the first time in my life, and I . . . I liked it. I couldn't stop it. It just overtook me. I am now so embarrassed. I won't, I can't go any further with this part of the story. You pretty much know what happened to me."
She looked away, down and to the right, with a look of deep shame in her eyes. "I became a slave to lust. I became her slave. I became her thing, her toy, her pet. I was hers to command. And you know what, Jason? I obeyed her! I gave in to every disgusting whim of hers! I . I let her . let her do things to me! And I couldn't stop myself!" She burst into tears, with a look of complete regret on her face.
"and what's even worse," she continued, "she became just as much my slave. We became partners . . . lovers, sex partners in every sense of the word, completely driven by unbridled lust."
I pulled myself close to her, my sweet wife, pouring out her soul to me. "Please understand, this wasn't you. This was beyond your ability to stop."
"No, Jason, you don't understand. That's not even the half of it!"