64 comments/ 31188 views/ 26 favorites The Real Girl By: javmor79 It has been a while since I've written anything. I thought it was about time that I got back into the game and stop being a spectator. In my stories, I try to keep all characters as realistically and multi-dimensional as I possibly can. Both individuals in this story are flawed people, but I feel that they have endearing traits that balance them and make them human. I don't believe in heros and monsters. I believe that anyone of us can be either one in any given point in time, or both of them at the same time. I would love to hear from you guys, so feel free to comment. I will give an ear to the helpful ones and ignore the ones who simply want to vent (you know who you are). I usually try to respond to the emails that warrant a response. I hope you guys enjoy. ***** "What the fuck are you doing!?" I desperately and feebly tried to force my pants from being pooled around my ankles. I jumped up from the chair that I was sitting in like my ass was on fire while simultaneously trying to yank my jeans up. Almost comically, I tripped and fell flat on my face. Sadly, my pants never made it past my knees. I rolled over to lay on my back and tried to rub away the pain that exploded in my face as I made contact with the floor. If I were watching this scene being played out for anybody else, I would have doubled over in fits of uncontrollable laughter. There, right in the middle of the living room, I lay sprawled out on my back with an engorged erection jutting in the air. My knees were still ensnared by the waistband of my pants. Sounds fucking hilarious, right? My wife however, failed to see the humor of the situation. She looked at me with an expression so filled with pain that I knew she was cut to her very soul. Her eyes brimmed with tears mixed with anger, disgust, and humiliation. As she shrieked her question out at me, I could hear her voice cracking with disbelief as she witnessed the atrocity of the betrayal in the one place that she thought was the safest in the world. Selfishly, I thought, "She was supposed to be gone for another hour." Aloud, I said, "Baby, I can explain. It's not what it looks like." Original, I know. I believe that excuse can be found on page one of the 'Betrayers Hand Guide'. I'm one smooth operator. Lisa shot me an "oh really" look as she put her hands on those perfect hips and shifted her weight to her right leg. Her dark eyes bore into mine as she dared me to continue with my absurd lie. I had regained my senses somewhat and was gingerly picking myself (everything but my pride) up off the floor. Finally able to successfully clothe myself like a big boy, I fastened the button of my jeans around my waist. My proud erection that was fully engorged just moments earlier had deflated and sunken into my stomach. It was as if my little man had fled and retreated into the safety of his cave to hide from the evil she-dragon. My lips moved in an attempt to form the words to adequately explain this situation, but my voice escaped me. Honestly, there are not enough words in the English language that would allow me to erase the image of betrayal that was seared into my wife's brain. I was caught with my pants down. Literally and figuratively. Denial was certainly not going work; time for tactic number two found in my trusty Hand Guide. Misdirection. "Okay sweetheart. You caught me. I admit that this is exactly what it looks like. But can you blame me?" The incredulous look on her face told me that she most certainly could blame me. I mentally flipped the pages in my guide. "Why would you do this to me Scott? Of all of the things you could have done, you had to do THIS?" I began to feel a little bit indignant. I mean, I knew that I was wrong. Sure. I could admit that. However, she was blowing this entire thing out of proportion. Therefore, I jumped ahead to the next tactic. Attack. "Oh come on Lisa! You hardly touch me! When I try to make love to my WIFE, you cringe away from me like I'm raping you. What the fuck do you expect me to do? Live like a monk?" My righteous indignation was now turning into anger. Yes, she caught me in a compromising situation. But all things considered, this was not as bad as it could have been. It looked like she was going to start yelling and screaming. Her head must have filled with a thousand angry responses at once. She opened her mouth, but then she snapped it closed. Before me, I saw my wife deflate like a balloon. "How could you Scott do this to me Scott?" This time her voice was barely a whisper as it competed with the sobs coming from her belly. She slumped down on the couch, buried her face in her hands, and wept bitterly. I grabbed the remote and paused the DVD that played on my big screen TV. Sasha Stars, in all of her gangbang glory, stared back at me through the box. Her expression was frozen into a look of absolute bliss. Her eyelids were half way closed and her mouth hung slightly open. She looked at the camera and wordlessly told me how much she enjoyed getting fucked. With her face drowned in heavy make-up and cum, you would hardly recognize her as my wife of 5 years. I'm sure that I took you by surprise just now; no doubt, you may have had to take a slight pause to reread that last sentence over again. Let me save you the trouble; you read it right the first time. I can just imagine you sitting there in front of your computer with a WTF look on your face. Yep, you read correctly; it's not a typo. The woman on the screen that was getting an airtight fucking from three 9-inch dicks for my carnal entertainment was my wife. Her saliva hung off the big black dick that hung in front her face like a microphone. The Mexican (or Indian, I couldn't really tell) guy whose cock was deeply embedded in her ass was possessively clutching her hair with one of his fists while his other hand grabbed her by the shoulder. It looked like he was getting leverage to savagely torture my wife's anus, which is exactly what he was doing before I paused the video. Romeo (my nickname for the muscular white guy who was under all of the action) was kindly holding her ample round cheeks apart, giving me an uninhibited view of every single thrust as his dick was claiming her pussy as its playground. Sasha Stars and Lisa Allen-Reed were one in the same. "Of all people Scott. I thought you were different." Her barely audible voice sounded full of defeat. "Honey..." I moved to put a tender hand on her shoulder. My loving wife recoiled from my touch as if I dropped acid on her bare skin. "You could have at least jerked off to another woman Scott." Her eyes shot up at me, piercing me with a glare that drove icicles through my core. There was an empty coldness to her demeanor that I had never seen in the six years I had known her. "Of all of the videos you could have masturbated to, you had to pick one of mines. Do you enjoy that Scott? Is the sight of me getting degraded and treated like fuck puppet arousing to you?" Of course 'No' would be the appropriate answer here. Unfortunately, evidence to the contrary was overwhelming. "Lisa, you have to look at it from my point of view. I...I love you. I don't want any woman but you. So if I am going to watch a porno, why wouldn't I watch one with you in it?" Her answer was immediate. "Because you told me I wasn't a whore! The girl in that video is a whore and THAT WHORE ISN'T ME! That is what you told me Scott!" With that, she ran out of the room and up the steps. When she reached the top, I heard a definitive slam of the bedroom door. If doors could speak, that one would have said, "STAY THE FUCK OUT PERVERT!" By now dear reader, you probably want me to clear some of the cobwebs and shed some light on this situation for you. In order to do that we have to go back to the beginning. Our beginning. Before I do that though, I feel the need to clear some preliminary things up for you. The Real Girl "Don't worry, I'll pay you back for the wedding. I...I love you Scott. I'm so sorry! " "Lis..." But it was too late. She had already ran out of the living room and shut herself in her bedroom. I ejected the DVD from the player and threw it in on the table in front of me. Drained of all emotion, I sat on her couch and let my mind roam. When she finally emerged from her cocoon nearly two hours later, she looked like a zombie. Imagine her surprise when I was still sitting on her couch. "Scott! I thought..." "You are going to tell me everything. Neither of us are leaving until you do." So she told me everything. Her childhood was fairly typical. Well, she thought it was typical. She was aware that mommy made daddy angry at times. During these times, he and mommy would go into their room to "talk". The crying and the loud banging were nothing for her to worry about. When she turned 18, she noticed that her dad began to look at her funny. It was unnerving to say the least. It wasn't too long after that when he started paying late night visits to her room when her drunken mother was asleep. This nightmare continued until she finally disappeared one night. She never looked back. Unfortunately, she had a new issue to contend with. With no job skills or work history, her high school diploma wasn't enough to get her a job that would allow her live independently. She was able to stay in a shelter for a while, but that became more dangerous than the home she left. Luckily for her, she met a man who was lonely enough to pay house and board to a pretty face. He was over twice her age and extremely perverted, but at least he wasn't related to her. As far as perverted lechers go, he was actually fairly decent compared to what she could have had. Sure, he used her as a warm, wet dick massager, but he didn't hit her like her father did her mother. He even bought her nice things when she made him happy. The only other requirement that he made of her, other than bouncing up and down on his dick, was to "be nice" to a couple of his friends when he requested her services. One of the friends that she was told to be nice to was a director of sorts. He was scouting for new talent to star in an upcoming film that he was shooting. She was very friendly to him one night when her landlord told her to make him feel extra welcome. This guy was owed money, and she was supposed to be a one time payment to clear the books. The director was so impressed with her warm hospitality and her innocent nature that he promised to make her a star. Her would be boarder was outraged that he lost his live in pussy, but there was nothing he could do about it without facing serious prison time. Thus, Sasha Stars was born. Life in the porn business made her grow up rather quickly. Everywhere she looked there was someone trying to take advantage of her. She became very callous when dealing with men. Everyone around her wanted her body for their own pleasure of profit. The upside now though was that she was able to survive on her own. Porn money wasn't as lucrative as people assume it to be, but she had her own place and car. When she locked the door to her apartment, there was no man trying to separate her from her panties. She had a safe haven to call home. Twenty-six movies later, she sat down with me for the first time before I closed up my modest coffee shop for the night. Ironically enough, she had just finished the gangbang scene that I was ferociously fisting my cock to at the beginning of this story. Who says that fate doesn't have a sense of humor? That was the last time she stepped in front of the camera and had sex. I had fallen in love with her that night, but her life was forever changed. We, and I mean us humans, go through life as we inhabit this planet behaving as if no one else matters but us. We move around every day innocuously bumping into people that we encounter. Life is so full of distractions that we don't give people the time of day. We become so jaded about our role in this world that we simply brush these happenstances off as unimportant blips on our radar. As we narcissistically navigate our short lives, we forget that even the slightest encounter with another person can have lasting effects. That night, after our talk, she wanted to be a better person. She did not want to become an old used up hag doing mature fetish films. She always thought that the only thing that she was good for was being a pincushion for dicks. All of the men in her life treated her that way, including her father. But at my coffee shop, she was a person. She wrote poetry that people wanted to hear. No one yelled "Suck it Bitch" or "Spread your ass"; the only command that anyone yelled at her was when they told her to get on stage and share those beautiful words that made us feel things. Then they yelled, "encore" as they gave her applause of gratitude for sharing her heart. It was her mind, not her ass, which we couldn't get enough of. "You killed Sasha Stars that night. Lisa was reborn. Rather, the Lisa that I wanted to be. The Lisa I should have been all along. But when you brought that video in here and called me a whore, you resurrected that three hole slut." My heart broke for her. It also broke for being the one to do this to her. After she had fought so hard and valiantly to put her humiliating past behind her, the one person whom she trusted the most thrust it back into her face and condemned her for it. I forcefully grabbed her and pulled her in tight. She put up a minimum bit of resistance at first but then she gave up and melted into me. Her tears drenched my shirt and she cried into my chest. I pulled her away from me so that I could look into her eyes. "Lisa. Listen to me. You are not a whore. Okay? Do you hear me? You are the woman I fell in love with. The woman on that DVD" I pointed to the disc on her coffee table "is not real. She is in your past, along with all of the pain that she's had to endure. You are my woman now. I am your future. Nothing is ever going to change that. I'm so sorry I made you feel that way." She nodded and I leaned in until our foreheads were touching. "No more lies Lisa. Promise me you will always tell me the truth." "I promise Scott." A week later, we were Mr. Mrs. Reed. We moved on as if I had never seen that DVD. That infamous day was never talked about again. Chris gave me a nodding smile when he saw that Lisa and I patched things up. He never revealed to Lisa the fact the he knew about her past, nor did he treat her any differently than he did before. He had known Lisa just as long as I had, and he still viewed her as the shy girl with a complex way to recite simple words. Life was great. Lisa was everything that I wanted in a woman. Scratch that, she was everything I NEEDED in a woman. She listened to me ramble on about whatever was on my mind. I don't mean she sat there and let me vent from time to time. I mean she really LISTENED to me. She heard me. She felt me. If I had a problem or just something that was vexing me, she would sit there and look me in the face without saying a word. Half of the time, I don't know how she even knew something was on my mind, but she did. I would see her looking at me imploringly and the story would just spill out of me. It was as if she was mentally pulling it out. Funny thing though, after I would talk to her I would know exactly what I had to do to fix it. She didn't give me unsolicited advice or spill forth words of wisdom about what needed to happen. She would just nod her head and ask a couple of questions when she didn't understand something I was saying. Getting it out into the open would give me unbelievable clarity. People do not know the power of active listening until they have someone in their life who actually does it. Her poetry though is what kept me enamored. I mean, she would put words to feelings that you didn't even know existed. She had this way of connecting with you when she spoke. It was more than just making pretty sounding words that occasionally rhymed. She gave those words life. Once they were out of her mouth, they crept into your heart and made a home. There was however one hiccup on our road to marital bliss. There is always something, isn't there? It was our sex life, or lack of it. It was practically on life support. At least to me it was. We did have sex, but there was always that proverbial elephant in the room. When in bed, she would give me everything that I wanted, but she was more like a warm blow up doll. I don't think I ever gave her a single orgasm. I know that you are picturing a bored woman blowing on her nails as her clueless husband pumps away at her as he handles his business, but you couldn't be further from the truth. Her favorite position was missionary. She loved this because as we made love, she would stare adoringly into my eyes. She kissed me tenderly as she held my face in her hands. When I came, she would grab me in and hold me tight as I tried to catch my breath. "I love you so much Scott." She would whisper in my ear as she kissed my neck and cried. It wasn't like this was news though. From the very beginning, I noticed that Lisa was very inhibited about sex. We did not even do the deed for the first time until we had been dating about 4 months. Before that, there was kissing and a little groping, but nothing inside of clothes. When we finally did have sex, it wasn't wild or passionate. It just kind of happened. While it was very beautiful and romantic, was just as anti-climactic. Married sex didn't get any better. It was very tame, very vanilla, and very sparse. There was no dick sucking, no anal banging, and no dirty talk. I began to doubt my manhood when I failed to make her achieve orgasm time and time again. But after the sex was done, she would cuddle up to me and lay her head on my chest. Her hand lovingly stroked at my stomach and she would tell me that no one has ever made her feel that special. She told me that she was the happiest woman in the world. You know what? I believed her. Before I found out about her past, I just chalked up her lack of sexual ambition as something that I had to deal with. I loved her unconditionally, and I knew that love was returned tenfold. While I would have liked to have sex more, I was perfectly happy with her as a sexual being and as a partner. However, when I found out what she was capable of, a seed was planted. I didn't suddenly want her act like a porn star, but a lingering nugget lived in the back of my mind. I found myself with two trains of thought when it came to Lisa; both of them warring with each other for dominance. Though I loved the woman whom I married, I began to crave the slut. Slowly and carefully I tried to extract the hidden femme fatale from Lisa's inner essence. When we watched movies that had a sex scene in it, I would start rubbing some erogenous areas. That would get me laid on occasion, but it was still with the homemaker and not the vixen. I even tried to bring home a dildo once. That little stunt was met with hostile objection. Not only did it get me a wife who wanted absolutely no sexual touch whatsoever, it got me the silent treatment as well. It took a little bit of bribery and a lot of begging and apologizing to get me out of that doghouse. My future attempts were more subtle than that, but every one of them was met with denial or anger. As a consequence for my repeated attempts to bed the vivacious Sasha Stars, Lisa Allen-Reed began to feel inadequate by my yearnings and became self-conscious. She began to doubt her ability as a wife to keep me satisfied. This caused her to retreat even more from me in the bedroom. Fear of failing me made her not want to try at all. This put a strain on the real intimacy that we had previously shared. It broke my heart to have her doubt my love for her. She meant more to me than my fantasies. Having a happy wife was worth more than fucking a wanton slut. So I stopped pushing. I settled down and made myself content with what I had. Things returned to normal and my wife was exuberant again. Still, I could not completely erase my desires. Believe me, I tried. Unfortunately, my unquenched lust was like this little smudge on a perfectly waxed car. No one else could see the smudge but owner. To everyone else, the car was beautiful. But that smudge would nag and irritate the owner until he broke down and waxed the car all over again. While I made myself settle for what I had, I still craved what I did not. Those erotic hungers didn't just disappear. They simply simmered on the back burner. Then, one fateful afternoon, Satan himself showed up. It was at my best friend's (Chris) bachelor party that I met my devil face to face. Yes, Chris was finally tying the knot too. He met a wonder woman named Beth that astounded him in a similar fashion to the way Lisa did me. His wife to be was lovely and she got along with Lisa famously. I must say now that Chris is the only one to put Lisa together with her former self. You would think that someone else would make the connection by now, but no one did. It wasn't like Lisa lived like a recluse. When we got married, Lisa worked next to me in the coffee shop. She took orders, waited tables, even MC'ed some of the poetry readings and contests. With all of the person-to-person interaction that she came across every day, it was really a miracle that no one suspected her former life. On reason could have been that Lisa looked and acted as much like her alter ego as I did George Clooney. Without the make-up, the wigs, and with the dark rimmed glasses that she wore she was a real life Clark Kent to Sasha Star's superman. Her soft spoken and often shy demeanor did not make anyone think that she was the ultra-seductress that had men slobbering into their jars of Vaseline. Anyways, one of Chris's friends brought a couple of pornos to the party to set the mood for the real entertainment. All of us laughingly sat back as he popped it in. As we watched the innocent but sexy vixen dressed as a Catholic school girl get pummeled by a priest while she feasted on the hairless pussy of a nun, the room was filled with drunken laughter and horny praise as they shouted over the moans of ecstasy that blared from the television. The constant "slap slap" of the priest's stomach making contact with the girl's curvaceous ass as he thrust his meat into her gaping hole repeatedly became a sort of rhythmic tune. The drunken men whooped and cheered as this girl took the punishment given to her and begged for more. Everyone at the party felt compelled to give very detailed and graphic description of what they would do to that schoolgirl if they ever had a chance to fuck her. Two people in the room weren't participating in the conversation, not that any of the others would notice. They were too busy frothing at mouth to care. I looked at Chris and saw that he returned the same uncomfortable stare. Chris heard my silent plea and jovially turned the video off. "C'mon guys. I can watch porn at home. Where are the strippers?" A united cheer rose up in the room as the best man (Chris' brother) went to the back room. I shot Chris a silent "Thank you" as I witnessed him inconspicuously throwing the DVD in the trash. He nodded just as the music started playing and the strippers made their dramatic entrance. In case you haven't guessed it by now the schoolgirl was my wife. After that night was over, I was plagued with a problem that I could no longer ignore. Although I was disgusted to have a bunch of guys leering at my wife like that, I was hopelessly in lust with the woman on that screen. She was so open to sex. So sensual. So...nasty. She practically oozed sex from her pores. Everything about her made you want stick your dick in every place her body had to offer; her manicured hands, her full dick sucking lips, even her perfectly pedicured toes made the blood rush from the brain and below the belt. I had to admit that given the chance, I would fuck the shit out of her. That is when I began to covertly search for my wife's movies. From her first audition on, I found them all. How do you think I know that she made twenty-six of them? I eventually bought every last one of them. I had been secretly watching them for the past year and a half whenever I had about an hour or two separate from my wife. As time went on, even that wasn't enough for me. I started watching them at night as Lisa slept. Even after Lisa and I made love, I would slip out of bed as she slumbered. Don't get me wrong, I loved my wife. However, Sasha Stars was just pure sex. I could not get enough of her. I became hopelessly addicted. If I am being perfectly honest with myself, the day that I opened the door and let Sasha into our bedroom, my sex life with Lisa became inadequate. SHE became inadequate in that respect. When I made love to her, I was constantly wishing she were someone else. It was so hard not to do when they both shared the same face, mouth, tits, ass, and feet. ------------------- Back in the present, I sat on the couch in the eerie silence that enveloped our house. I don't know what I expected to hear coming from upstairs, but abject silence was definitely not in the list of possibilities. Sobbing, yelling, maybe even the shattering of valuables hitting the wall would have been a welcome replacement. But all I heard was silence. That was until I heard the rolling of tiny wheels when the bedroom door opened; this was followed by the "clunk clunk" sound that a heavily packed suitcase makes when it is being dragged down a flight of stairs. My heart jumped into my throat and restricted air from reaching my lungs. Please Lord don't let this be... Then she stood in front of me with her suitcase, her coat, hell, even her laptop. Her naturally beautiful face was void of emotion. "I'm going to a hotel for a couple of days Scott. I...I need to get away for a while." Before I could lift a voice in protest, she was gone. --------- She'd been gone for a full week before I heard from her again. I honestly could not tell you anything that happened during those seven days. If it wasn't for Chris, I doubt that the coffee shop would have made any money. He didn't even ask about why Lisa wasn't showing up to work or why I was in a funk. He just took over. When he would encounter me, he would give me an encouraging smile and nod. When Lisa finally called, I was a wreck. Hearing her voice was like hearing the Chorus Angels singing. "Hey Scott." Her voice sounded withdrawn and hollow, but it was the most beautiful sound in the world. "Lisa honey. How are you?" After a second's pause she said, "I'm fine Scott. I've just been staying at a hotel downtown. I had to...clear my head." I didn't want to beat around the bush so I got straight to it. "When are you coming home?" Another pause. "Tonight. But we need to talk." "Okay Baby. Just hurry home. I love you baby." Her voice caught in her throat on the other end of the phone. "I love you too baby. I...I would do anything for you. You know that right?" "Just come home Lisa." I hurriedly pulled my head out of my ass and cleaned the house that I had allowed to fall apart. Beer cans, pizza boxes, half-eaten Chinese food, dirty dishes, and dirty socks had accumulated in the short seven agonizing days that I was single. I wasn't a slob or anything like that. I was just too depressed to care. The butterflies in my stomach were doing gymnastics. I didn't know what to expect when she came home, but whatever it was, I was determined to be prepared for it. There was no way that I was going to let her get away from me again. I thought I was ready for whatever confrontation was ahead. I was so completely wrong. What I got was so unexpected that I had no defense for it. The Real Girl When my wife walked in the door, she was not Lisa Reed. She was Sasha Stars. The make-up was thick and highlighted her lovely lips. Her hair was full of spray but nonetheless perfect. Her short Catholic schoolgirl skirt barely made it down to the middle of her thighs to cover her ass. With her black thigh high stockings and her come fuck me pumps, her legs and her ass were turned into sexual weapons. In front of her, the tits that I have come to adore jut out obscenely as they were barely contained in the bra that she was wearing under a very revealing blouse. To say I was speechless would insinuate that I still had a voice and a working brain cell. She strode past me in a slow, practiced walk as she gave me time to appreciate her slut make-over. Her hips swayed back and forth in an entrancing dance. I had seen this walk of seduction before, but never in person. Usually I was staring into the TV or my computer monitor when I saw this stroll of tantalizing enticement. The clunking of her heels as they made contact with the hardwood floors of our living room matched my heartbeat. "I'm sorry I was late for class head master. I was having trouble finding panties to wear. I finally had to leave my house without them." The voice that I heard was not my wife's. It was a sultry invitation mixed with the innocence of a little girl. Her words bypassed my ears and went straight to my groin. She slowly bent over and put her hands on the back of the couch. Her skirt lifted until it revealed and round ass that was indeed panty less. "I guess you are going to have to spank me now sir." "Lisa, I..." "Who's Lisa Sir? My name is Sasha." I was fighting a battle with my dick, and he was winning. I knew that Lisa and I had to have a serious talk, but my fantasy was standing right in front of me and I couldn't concentrate. God Damn it Scott! Fuck her! No Scott! This is not the woman you love! You do not want her like this! Wanna Bet? Before I knew what was happening, my pants were down and my dick was out. My fist was clutching a thunderous erection. Lisa/Sasha turned around and looked at it with eyes full of lust. "Ohh head master! Is that for me? Is that my punishment for being bad?" Scott, snap out of it. Please... "It looks so big and angry! I hope it doesn't hurt too much! My little ass is so sensitive. But I do need to be punished Sir." Scott! Lisa/Sasha reached behind her and grabbed her lucious cheeks with both hands. I heard the lewd sound of wet, sticky ass cheeks being slowly spread wide apart as she showed me a perfect asshole that shattered the last of my resistance. "Do whatever you want Head Master. I deserve it." The animal that was released from within me was one I didn't even recognize. He was brutal, forceful, and almost hateful. He slammed his dick into this girl and pounded her with everything that he had. Gone was the communication of words and syllables of civilized men. This brutish monster spoke to his victim with grunts and moans as he tried to drive himself into her womb over and over. The girl that he viciously fucked took everything that he had to offer and gave it back. She matched him pound for pound. As he punished her ass with his loud slaps while he shafted her, she begged for more. When he slipped his dick out of her used cunt and lined it up with her ass, she pushed back on it. These two animals fucked and fucked and fucked. Clothes were ripped and skin was clawed. This action went from the couch in the living room to the table in the kitchen. The sloshing of a wet pussy was barely heard over the scratching of the table legs as they scraped across the floor. Finally, she was chased from the kitchen and into the bedroom where the debauchery was concluded. "Head Master, shoot your cum into my tight little pussy!" With a growl that bounced off the walls, animal that I had morphed into finally came. It was the most intense orgasm that I'd ever had. My nut shot out of me as if it was spring loaded. Spurt after spurt escaped from me at high velocities as my body slowly lost its ability to hold itself upright. "Oh my God Sasha! I have never come like that in my life." My elation was caught in my throat as I looked down at my wife. Instead of a post-coital face that was fill with satisfaction, I found tears of humiliation and despair. "I'm glad you liked it Scott." She tried to force a smile, but just made her look even sadder. She didn't even comment on the fact that I called her Sasha instead of Lisa, but I know she heard the Freudian slip. I returned her smile with one of my own that was as equally unconvincing. I rolled off her and lay on my back, still unable to catch my breath. The bed moved next to me and I heard the bathroom door close. Seconds later the shower was going. My thoughts were all over the place, as was the tsunami of emotions fighting in my belly. I'd finally gotten my ultimate fantasy. After all of the gimmicks and the schemes I fucked the vixen of my dreams, in all of her glory. This was what I had wanted right? It was the best sex that I had ever had. Sasha Stars did indeed live up to the hype that I had created in my head. Yet, it felt so empty. I did not feel the chest pounding pride that the guys in the videos exhibited after they shot their load all over Sasha. I felt like I betrayed the one woman that I loved. Suddenly, Sasha wasn't so sexy anymore. My wife soundlessly returned to bed. She looked like my Lisa again, only much sadder. Without a word, she slid under the covers and curled into a ball. Instead of the tender cuddling that she usually enjoyed after one of our sex sessions, she settled down on the farthest part of the bed. The space that was in between us was enough to house a 400-pound man or a normal sized couple. Yet with the gap between us, I could still feel the bed shaking as she silently sobbed. Needless to say, neither of us got much sleep. The next day and the following week, things between continued in their downward spiral. For me, not only was the spell of Sasha Stars broken, I also felt the added guilt of driving Lisa to the point where she became someone that she hated. Because of this, I didn't to try to have any kind of sex with Lisa. Even the tender sweet vanilla sex of old. I was walking on eggshells around her, afraid of doing or saying anything that would remind us of that night. On her part, it was like she was looking at me through new eyes. The lovesick glasses were removed. She was more guarded with me, more tense. We existed around each other and were fairly pleasant, but there was a cold chill in the air. We had a new elephant in the room. He replaced the old elephant by eating him whole and now was shitting out his remains all over the carpet. As she returned to work in the coffee shop, Chris even took notice on how strained things were between us. I had never shared the root of our problems with him, i.e. the day that Lisa caught me pleasuring myself to her debauchery, but he knew enough to walk gingerly around us. As I said, this lasted for a week. Then one day I came home to a hand written letter in an envelope on the coffee table with Lisa's wedding ring on top of it. I didn't even have to open the letter to know what it said, but I did anyway. I had read the very last remnant of the woman who stole my heart. My Dearest Scott, Even as I sit here writing this letter, I am regretting what I know I have to do. I love you so much. I don't have the words to express just how much, but you have to know that you have had my heart from the moment we first spoke at the Coffee Shop. You changed my life. You gave me hope that I could be a better person. You saved me from what I could have become. Ironically, you turned me into the person that is strong enough to do what I am doing now. I wish that I could be who you want me to be. I wish that Sasha Stars could be your wife and make all of your fantasies come true. But sadly enough, I am just Lisa Allen-Reed. You see, Sasha Stars isn't real. She is a fantasy created by my agents, my directors, and my make-up crew. Sasha isn't just a person. She is an entire entourage of people whose sole purpose is to make men ejaculate. I was just the face and the body. I thought I finally found someone who could see past that. I tried to hide her from you in the beginning, but life led you right to her doorstep. When you found about my past and accepted me anyway, I thanked God for you. I vowed to never make you sorry for your choice. You became my omnipotent deity, and I worshipped at your alter. I would have died for you. I forgot however that you are still man. Sasha made men want to fuck her. That was her sole purpose for existing. I don't know why I was surprised to learn that the man in you would want to fuck her also. When I became her for you, I half hoped that you would become enraged. I guess deep down I was hoping that you loved me more than you wanted to fuck her. I half expected you to turn me down and tell me to go get dressed. But you didn't. You used me like every other guy in my life did. You became as rough, as uncaring, and as perverted as all of the other men in my life. Including my father. I cannot be Sasha anymore, even for you. You killed her that night you made me fall in love with you. Trying to breathe life into a corpse only creates an abomination. That is where vampires and zombies come from. They aren't living creatures. The only way for them to survive is to feed off the things that are living. That is what Sasha would do to our marriage if I let her live. She would feed on and carnage everything that I hold dear until all that is left of our marriage is two people who can't stand to look at each other. Look what she did to us in one short week. I will not let her do that. I will not spoil the memory of you that I have. I will not let you become like every other man in my life. You will not turn into my father. That is why I am leaving you. I wish I could have given you kids. I wish that there were a part of our marriage that I could hold on to. I will not tell you where I am going, because I don't want you to find me. Just know that I will be safe and will always be thinking about you. I'm sorry Scott. I love you. Take care of yourself. Love always, Lisa. I screamed so loud that the echo lasted a few seconds. I dropped down to my knees and clutched the letter in my hand as I bitterly wept. I ruined the best thing to happen to me and drove her away. My lust for a woman who wasn't even real made me lose the one who made life worth living. She was gone and there was nothing I could do about it. ------------- As painful as that was, life does go on. I did try to find her but was unsuccessful. I hired PI's who found some promising leads, but they all turned out to produce nothing. Thousands of dollars later, I was forced to accept the fact that she was gone. Chris and his wife were there for me. They listened to me as I poured the entire story out. Chris' wife was shocked to find out about Lisa's dual identity, but it didn't seem to change her opinion of her. Lisa was still the same girl that she had come to know and love. I was expecting to see divorce papers in the mail, or have some annoying law firm intern walk up to me and ask me if I were Scott Reed. Neither scenario happened. As far as I knew, I was still married to Lisa. I wasn't in a hurry to find another wife, so I didn't file. I just moved on with life. Chris and Beth had a baby boy. When I looked into that kid's eyes, I could have sworn that Beth gave birth Chris's reincarnation. Even his yawn looked like Chris. It was probably the most beautiful thing I have ever seen. Naturally, I went into a mini-depression when I thought about how wonderful life would have been if Lisa and I had kids. I would have stayed there, but my new family wouldn't allow me. They actually forced me to babysit little Roger. That kid's magic brought me back from the brink. Life continued to slowly trudge along like this. I opened the coffee shop, closed the coffee shop, and practically lived with Beth, Chris and Roger. It would have continued to go this way if Chris had not received a post on his Facebook page. Lisa was telling Chris how much she adored his baby and wished she could be here to see it. She said that she got a job as a waitress at an Italian Restaurant and is doing well in Arizona. She wished him the best. "Go get her Scott." "She doesn't want to see me Chris. She told me she didn't want me to find her." Beth chimed in with her womanly insight. "Yeah dufus. That's why she told your best friend where she was living and working. I'm sure that she had the utmost confidence that Chris would keep this a secret from you." "But what would I say to her? It's been about a year since I've seen her." The loving couple exchanged a glance between them that said, "This guy..." "Well, if it were me I'd start with 'I'm sorry for being such a stupid jackass' and work my way from there. After that I think you will find that the rest of the conversation will take its natural course." ----------------- That is what brought me to the heat of Arizona. It was only a 5 hour drive and a 20 degree difference from where I was, but hey, who's counting. I sat at the table in the dimly lit restaurant and admired my wife while I patiently waited to be served. She was still a breath-taking creature. Her smile was infectious as she floated from table to table. This is the Lisa that I met in my coffee shop. She was so beautiful, but her beauty was more of an inner thing bursting outward than a natural effect of her physical traits. Sasha Stars was nowhere to be seen. I couldn't even see how the two of them ever came from that woman that still held my heart. Lisa was right. She was an abomination. She saw me looking at her and gave me a warm smile as she made her way over to my table. Funny, she didn't look that surprised to see me. "How may I help you sir?" She said in a professional waitress voice, but her eyes flitted with humor and sarcasm. I couldn't help but to smile. "What do you suggest, uh..." I played along and pretended to read her nametag. "Lisa. What would you suggest?" I could see her trying not to laugh. "Well, the Shrimp Scampi is pretty good." "Good. Then I'll take two of them." "Are you expecting someone?" "Sure. What time do you go on break?" Damn that was smooth. I'll have to remember that one. "I've already been on break sir, but I get off in an hour." "Good. Then you can bring me my food in an hour." She smiled playfully and said, "Very well sir. Will that be all?" "No ma'am. In addition, I have to say that you have been a wonderful waitress Miss Lisa Re... I mean Allen." A slight frown swept across her face as I corrected myself, but she recovered quickly. "No, you were right the first time. It's Reed." With that, she was off. ---------------- "I'm sorry for being such a stupid Jack ass!" I blurted out when she finally joined me to eat. I decided to take my buddy's advice after all. Lisa looked me in the eyes but didn't respond. "Chris told me to let that be the first words out of my mouth." She smiled a nostalgic smile as she remembered Chris. "Well, Chris was always the smarter of you two." I shot her a mocked hurt look. "I don't suppose you would like to jump in and tell me that I really wasn't that bad and I shouldn't beat myself up over it?" A playful smirk adorned her pretty face. "Well Hon, I did always promise to tell you the truth, didn't I? You wouldn't want me to start lying now would you?" "Yes Lisa. I actually would." "Oh okay then." She pretended to clear her throat. "Scott baby, you really weren't that big of a jack ass. You really shouldn't beat yourself up over it." The dinner roll that I threw at her bounced off her head as the two of us broke out into hysterical laughter. We calmed down when we looked around and saw everyone looking at us. We talked for hours. I mean, we really talked. The pain that had built up over the last year didn't suddenly disappear, but this was a good start. I fell in love with her all over again, if that were possible. Our talk went so well that we left the restaurant holding hands. Yet, deep down I knew that she wasn't coming back home with me. I didn't push it. I was happy just being with her. When I returned home, alone no doubt, I was a new man. Rather, I was the old man reborn into a smarter version of himself. Scott 2.0. Lisa remained in Arizona, but we talked everyday on the phone. When I say every day, I do not mean that as a euphemism to mean we spoke often. I mean we literally spoke EVERY DAY. A month later, she came to visit me. The occasion was actually to celebrate Chris' birthday and to see little Roger, but there was no mystery in the fact that those were just convenient excuses to cover for the real reason she was here. We were in Chris' back yard barbequing and laughing. Beth and Lisa chatted away like it was old times. Chris was on the grill and I was playing with little Roger. I noticed that he needed his diaper changed so I told Beth. Instead of taking him and doing it herself, she slid the diaper bag to me. As I changed Roger, he looked up at me with the biggest smirk. If I didn't know any better, I would have thought it was a bit mischievous. Then, without warning, he shot me right in the face. The place erupted in laughter as I sputtered with piss dripping down my face. No one laughed harder than Lisa did. I pretended like I wanted to kiss her with a face full of pee, but she jumped up and ran away. As the evening went on, things settled down. We eventually moved the party into the living room and watched a movie. Chris and Beth snuggled close to one another. I held Roger in my lap while Lisa and I exchanged loving glances. I must have dozed off because the next thing I knew I was awakened by a flash from a camera. I looked up to see all three of the people that I loved looking at me with humorous grins on their faces. "Isn't he so cute when he sleeps like that?" I thought they were talking about Roger, but I looked at him and he was wide-awake. "You guys are hilarious." Beth grabbed the little pissing machine and disappeared to put him to bed. Lisa helped me up off the chair. "Come on Scott. I think it's time we put you to bed also. Tell your playmate you have to go now." We said our goodbyes and prepared to drive home. I had so much fun that I thought the day couldn't get any better. I was so wrong. "Lisa, I had such a g..." That was all I got out before she attacked me with her mouth. Her tongue was so far down my throat that swear I was getting a blowjob. She was vicious, insatiable almost. "I love you so much Scott. I want you to fuck me." I swear to God she said that. Lisa, my wife. Not Sasha. I slid my seat back as far as it would go and reclined it until it was horizontal. She practically ripped off her underwear from under her sundress before she climbed on top of me. I barely had time to get my pants loose. "Lisa, I love you. I don't want to ruin this." She put her finger over my lips to shut me up. Then, she licked her fingers and lubed my cock with her saliva. "I want this Scott. I want you." With that, she sat down on me and impaled herself. She was so wet that I effortlessly slid in despite her being extra tight. In all of our time together, I had never seen her like this. It was as if Lisa and Sasha were one and the same instead polar opposites. As she bucked her hips ferociously she grabbed the back of my neck, pulling my face closer to hers. Her eyes never left mine's as her pussy went to war with my achingly hard dick. With our faces only inches apart, I saw love and lust intermingling.