Not Us: Isla & Brixton

**Chapter 2

Stanley's POV

I hung up the phone as fast as I could when Sasha sank onto my hard cock again. I was still sensitive from the nut I just gave her on her back. I smacked her ass and she giggled as I held back the moan I wanted to let out, but couldn't because then she'd know. I couldn't risk Isla finding out. I had I hoped my wife didn't hear, but even if she did, who cares? What's she going to do? Call her hilljack family to come save her? She'd be left with nothing. And it's not like she's got the proof I'm actually cheating. That's what she needs if she wants shit from this marriage.

Maybe Mother was right. She's not the girl for me. She's just got big brains to help us get back to where we need to be, but she's terrible in social settings and she's painfully shy. She can talk about the products and software, but put her in a crowded room full of investors and she freezes.

Fucking. Annoying.

Maybe after she's done with these products, we can drop her. I'll look into what a divorce would cost me and this company, but I'd need to go about it the right way. Things were already tense with us right now at home. I could use the 'we never see each other, we're always so busy' bullshit excuses to keep pushing her away until I could be sure it would be a mutual divorce.

I was brought back to the young, beautiful, thin woman riding my dick when she rubbed my balls as she fucked me, reverse cowgirl at my desk. I loved when she rubbed my balls while I was inside her. It felt so good and brought me close to orgasm.

"That's it," I moaned. She was an easy lay. Great in bed. And she could suck everything from me with that mouth of hers. I almost got caught earlier when Isla came to discuss something earlier before lunch. Sasha was on her knees under my desk. We were like fucking rabbits. I wanted her everywhere, all the time. She was so fucking tight too.

And her tits were fake but big. Just like I liked. Isla was average. Not bad, but nothing to write home about. She was nice too, but again, nothing to write home about. We were in love at one point, but Mother thinks I was just looking for some good tech talent to help our business grow.

Maybe she was right. Maybe I had only intended to scout some good talent from school. She thinks that Isla somehow tricked me into marrying her. I think I cared for her at one point in time, but now? Now I have needs that she's not meeting anymore. She's always so busy with whatever. I was what they call a cake eater. I knew I could get something out of my wife, and I could have my fun on the side too. Why? Because I could.

Mom had found Sasha six months ago, saying that I deserved to have someone to help 'lessen the load' I was carrying every day running this company. And, she's right. I do most of the work around here. Isla is in charge of the tech department, but it's not like she's really working hard on any of that stuff. She's an okay face and friendly personality for the staff. It's not like she'd be hard to replace when the time came. Hopefully within six, or so, months.

Sasha, on the other hand, was a very competent secretary. She made sure my coffee and breakfast were hot and ready. We went over my schedule every day, and she never missed anything. She made sure all the notes for meetings, or whatever was on the schedule were perfect. She handled all my calls and proved herself over and over.

Very. Competent.

Fuck.

"Open your mouth, I'm going to cum down your throat," I said huskily as I pulled her off me. No way was I risking getting her pregnant. I didn't want to have any little bastards running around. Not after the scandal that hit North Carolina with that one millionaire businessman down there. His bastard daughter ended up taking over the company because he and his son were too incompetent. And his ten or so other kids didn't want it. I couldn't imagine having that many kids.