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.

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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."

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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.

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"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.