QUINTON JACKSON-Always Into Something

He watched his brother and his brother's wife. Sasha was indeed a hot number. The fact that she was "happily" married to his big brother never stopped her from pursuing Quinton. He was not the type to turn down a beautiful woman.

"Sasha, you know I'd love nothing more than to..." He whispered in her ear and she giggled. "But babe, I have to get some work done. Q and I need to catch up and-"

"Don't mind me, bro. You and your wife go get into trouble. I'll mind the store."

"See, your brother can take care of things. Come on, don't you want to taste your sweet Sasha?"

Quinton knew Sasha was putting on a show for his benefit. Yes, he got to fuck her behind his brother's back, but Sasha claimed to love Antonio. Her love was the fucked up reason he would never get married. Why get married when he could bed a different bad bitch every night?

His brother was a sucker.

ANTONIO JACKSON-Not a Playa

He could feel his body warm up just thinking about ravishing over her body, kissing those lips, and having her do things to him like a porn star. How the hell did he get so lucky? He was not the most handsome man out there. Sasha could have anyone. Even at thirty-nine, she could catch them like a hot teenager.

His first wife was on that same level and he never felt he deserved her. He loved Tamara with everything he had. They were happy together for nearly fifteen years and then Sasha came along. He had no intentions of having an affair. He was not that kind of man. But befriending Sasha, with her intense sexuality killed his marriage anyway.

Despite what Tamara thought, he never once cheated on her.

Antonio grinned at his wife of three years. "Let's go to my office."

SASHA JACKSON-Just a Little Bit of Sass

She bit down on her lip as her husband filled her up with his hard dick. She wanted to scream out loud like a crazy person, but they were in his office, up against the wall, her legs wrapped around his back with Antonio pumping into her. She was sure at least the wall was rocking. She liked a little excitement in her life.

"Oh Tonio, harder baby, faster!"

"Fuck, I'm about to cum," he grunted, biting down on her neck.

A couple more thrusts and he was done. She was not impressed with that. Yes, she was fucking his brother as well, but it was not because she did not love Antonio. It was because he was boring, and he did not want sex as much as she wanted sex.

Antonio, not having gotten undressed, fixed his pants, and buttoned his shirt closed.

"Get dressed," he told her.

"No, come back to me. I can't get enough of you." Sasha reached out for him, pulling him back to her.

"Babe, I've been out of the office for weeks. I have a lot to do today."

"Yes, like you could do me." She licked his neck and ground her crotch on him.

"I thought I just did," he grinned, kissed her, then walked away.

"This is the only time I get to be with you!" Sasha grabbed her dress from the floor. "Five minutes in your office. A quickie? I'm your wife!"

Antonio let out a sigh and went to his desk to sit. They went through this a lot and she knew he was frustrated, but so was she, sexually.

"What do you want me to do? Let the company run itself?"

"No! You have Quinton and Donna, half a dozen other people competent enough to take charge!"

Sasha slipped on her "fuck me" dress and ran her fingers through her thick, dark hair so it would cascade over her shoulders. She threw her thong panties at her husband's face. He only grinned and put them in his pocket.

"You pay more attention to the business than you do me! I wonder if you even love me."

"Of course I love you. I wouldn't have married you if I didn't."

Sasha walked over to him and wrapped her arms around his shoulders, nibbling on his ear.

"Then let's have a baby."

"Sasha, I told you--"

"You love kids and you are so great with them. Why can't we have this?"

"Babe, I told you...you have two great kids, I have three. Why do we need more? Let's just enjoy each other."

"Because I want us to share a baby together. A little Antonio/Sasha mix."

Antonio chuckled. "I'm too old to start over Sash."

"And I'm not getting any younger!"

Antonio looked down at the papers on his desk, powered on his desk computer, and grabbed a file folder. He was ignoring her and she felt her hands go around his neck as if to strangle him.

"You're not listening to me!"

Antonio gently moved her hands from his neck and went back to work. She started yelling at him in Spanish. She knew he knew every word of what she said, that's why she threatened him with no more sex, the silent treatment, and pouring the hottest of the hot chile pepper sauce down the hole in his dick.

"Ouch!" Antonio let out, with a squirm.

"I'm leaving, maybe you will see me tonight!" She stormed out of his office and slammed the door.

Or maybe she would get dicked down by baby brother.

DONNA, SASHA, VERONIQUE-Gossip Girls

"Men!" Sasha spat.

They were having drinks at Donna's place later that evening.

"Uh-oh! What did big brother do?"

"How can he choose to work over me? Me! Look at me. I'm a hot tamale!"

"Yes, of course, Sasha," Veronique giggled.

"My brother loves you."

"Well yeah, I know," Sasha said with a smile.

"You basically destroyed his marriage to the Wicked Witch of the West," Donna told her. "And he was so devoted to the Prime Time Queen, it's amazing you caught his attention at all."

"That marriage was already over before I stepped into the picture," Sasha shrugged then added a wicked grin. "Of course, I might have sped things up."

"Ugh! As long as Evilynne is out of our hair. She wanted to hang with Donna and me like we were friends," Veronique stated.

"Right! Just because she was married to my brother does not make her my friend."

"I just wished I met your brother before that disaster Ethan Van Russell."

"Ugh!" Donna mumbled, pouring herself another round of margarita from the pitcher.

"But the man is hot and I hear he puts it down, so you know..." Veronique said, before trailing off that statement.

"Eew, Roni, just eew! Is that all you think about?" Donna asked.

"Sex was great with Ethan, I'm not saying it wasn't. I'm sure all the whores he had sex with while we were married would agree too."

"My girls, please, I had a very stressful week at work, I need to chill with my girls," Donna declared, sipping her drink. "No men talk."

"That's because you need a man," Veronique mumbled to her best friend.

"Ooh!" Sasha chuckled. "Shade!"

"Excuse me, Ms. Hoochie! Just because I don't fall in love with every man I meet-"

"Not every, just the ones with the pockets." Veronique and Sasha both cackled at that and gave each other high fives.

Donna rolled her eyes at her best friend. Veronique was a basket case. Thirty-seven but so naive like she was twenty-one. She was brown-skinned like her, a few inches taller, slim, hair different every single day, with a model's face. In fact, she did some modeling in her younger years. Now she owned two very happening hair salons and spas.

Veronique always looked as if she stepped from a runway. Either with a short tapered hairstyle or weave down to her ass. From jet black to bright red or purple or even yellow. Her brown skin was flawless and perfectly made up resembled a Cover Girl every single day. A body so tight and toned with killer legs. She had any man that walked near her in the palm of her hand. 

If Sasha oozed sex, Veronique oozed lust. Donna was the only one of the three that did not have guys dropping to their knees. Well, she did when it came to doing business. Many of her legal comrades knew she was a take the no-nonsense type of attorney. They feared her and she loved it.

"Donna, you haven't had a man around in what...how many years?" Sasha asked.

Six, but Donna was not going to tell them that.

"I know this great guy for you. Works out at the health club with me," Sasha explained. "A real cutie! He flirts with me so I know he's not gay or anything."

Just what Donna needed, someone who was already in love with Sasha. She'd been down that road before. More often than she would like to remember.

In walked her pride and joy, her son Tony. She smiled when she saw him.

"Oh hey, what's up," he politely greeted. "Hey, ma!" He kissed her on the cheek.

"Aw, is that the best you can do?" Sasha smiled at her nephew.

"Hey, Auntie Sasha." Tony made his way over to her and kissed her cheek. "You too, Auntie V." He kissed her cheek as well.

"You know I'm too young to be an auntie," Veronique corrected. "Now these two old ladies have nearly grown kids, not me."

"Aunt V, you do look great."

Sasha cleared her throat.

"Oh but Sasha, you look half your age. My friends all think you're hot."

"Tony!" Donna scolded him.

"What ma, they do," he assured her, then hugged his mom. "But of course, my mom is the best. You don't care if those silly high school chumps think you're hot or not."

"Whatever, boy." Donna pushed him away. "What are you up to?"

"There's a party tonight. Me and X gonna swing by. Is that cool?"

"Well, you are eighteen now and totally responsible. I trust you will not party too hard."

"I'm always the straight arrow. Bye ladies," Tony said and headed upstairs.

"Girl, Tony is such a cutie now," Sasha declared. "How many girlfriends does he have?"

"None and I hope to keep it that way."

"What are you going to do when he goes off to college next year?" Veronique asked.

"Be lonely in my big house without the only man in my life." Or at least, the only man any of her friends knew about.

Hey readers!
Little by little, we get more into the lives of the Van Russells and Jacksons. I know it's a slow buildup to anything juicy but just stick around.

Is anybody feeling Sasha like me?

Is Donna really just a fuddy-duddy workaholic?

And when do we get to meet this Ethan Van Russell?

XOXO
Kimberly