Luck is a funny thing. It has a habit of rolling around when you least expect it and when it shows up it sure can be a beautiful thing. Of course what may be good luck for you may have your best friend way up shit creek without a paddle.
This story of luck and misfortune started years ago when I met Tim in college. We met at a frat party and became fast friends. We hung out drank and chased the ladies every chance we got. After college I moved away to take a job and lost contact with Tim for a while. I finally moved back to New York and we connected again. To my surprise my running buddy had settled down and found himself a wife. Besides the new lady in his life, Tim had also won a substantial amount of money in the New York lottery. Tim had a nice place in Brooklyn Heights and was living well. He didn't sit on his money but bought into a rental car company and did quite a bit of traveling. Lana, his wife was a lovely piece of ass to say the least.
Lana was the hottest 38 year old sister you will ever meet. She stood around 5"8' at 135 lbs with a body to absolutely die for. She was not only put together but also resembled Toni the snob from the TV show Girlfriends. She had amazing 38c tits and a hot ass.
Lana also had a daughter from a previous marriage named Patrice who had just turned 18. Patrice looked like her mother just a shorter version and instead of African braids she wore her hair in a Halle Berry style cut. The proportions on her smaller frame made her body look all the more delectable.
The thing that stirred my cock for Patrice was her ghettoish attitude. She knew she had money so she felt entitled to say whatever she pleased and she loved to tease. She is one of those young black girls that every red blooded man wants to fuck if for no other reason than to say you did. She was straight out of a rap video and she knew it. She could be loud rude and pretentious and it made me want to fuck her even harder.
Meeting Lana and getting know her was interesting. I immediately found her to be a bit of a bitch. Although Tim insisted that she hold a job she acted as if she was doing him a favor. She talked about people as if she was the end all and know all of the universe. In her eyes her daughter could do absolutely no wrong. Their relationship was much more that of friends than of mother and daughter. Lana was always talking about how no man was good enough for her daughter and she better choose wisely.
Me and some other old friends would come around and check Tim out when he was in town and it was like old times. Well almost like old times. We would sit around watch the game and throw back more than a few cold ones and tell jokes about our college days. The difference was Lana. She was always there, never giving us any peace or privacy. It seemed as if she was the shot caller in the house and I have to say it bothered the hell out of me. The upside was that we were all definitely getting a better sense of how desirable she was and she started feeling more comfortable around us by how she dressed. She often paraded around in a t shirt with no bra that accentuated those lovely tits and a pair of workout shorts.
Needless to say after a while I didn't mind coming over to shoot the breeze with Tim because I knew Lana would be there. Although she was still obnoxious, I was guaranteed to leave there drunk with vivid images of her jugs and hot ass in my mind. Patrice was rarely home but when she was it was more of the same. Me and my boys all agreed that Lana and Patrice were grade A fuck meat. We couldn't get enough of theses two hot chicks scantily dressed sitting around and kicking it with us and Tim.
One night in particular I realized that I desperately wanted to pound both of these black beauties. I was supposed to meet Tim and I arrived a bit early and Tim hadn't gotten home yet. Patrice answered the door in a long t shirt no bra nipples rock hard and when she led me into the entertainment room I could se that she also had on no panties. Her tight round brown ass was free and swaying side to side under the shirt. When we got into the room Lana was sitting in a chair bending down to pet one of the two dogs they owned.
She had just come in from work and was wearing a pair of dress pants and a sweater. With her in this bent position her ass was out and covered only by a flimsy silk thong that rode up her hips. My dick jumped and roared. When she stood up to get us a drink her big tits were protruding from beneath her sweater and of course she wore no bra again. For a woman of 38 her tits were firm round and perfect. I wanted to throw her down and shove my cock between those globes right there and had to calm myself down. As it turned out Tim didn't show up for quite some time and the three of us sat around and talked.
When I had to use the bathroom my first stroke of luck came shining through. After taking a leak I was looking for some soap to wash my hands. There wasn't any on the sink so I opened the medicine cabinet and there it was. A bottle of Viagra! I couldn't believe it. My man Tim was having wood trouble with a piece of ass like Lana. Here I was and I couldn't keep my dick down around her and he can't get his shit up!
I stopped to think about it rationally. I could only come to two possible conclusions. One she was such a hungry freak that he couldn't keep up with her or he just had problems getting his dick hard. The way I figured it this was good news for a hungry bastard like me either way. If he couldn't get his dick up and spent so much time out of town then she surely wasn't getting fucked the way a body like that needed. If he needed the medicine to keep up with her because her appetite for sex was so large and he was away so much then she definitely needed a good workout. Whatever the scenario may have been things were looking up for me.
After I left that night and went home I couldn't sleep. I had to find a way to test the waters. I had to fuck Lana. I just had to. I definitely felt guilty lusting after my friend's wife but I didn't give a shit. I was too far gone at that point. All I could think about was how she dressed so seductive and sexy. Tim wasn't satisfying her so maybe she was trying to tell me something by her attire. About two days later lady luck struck again and this time it was for keeps.
My boy Curt a mutual friend of Tim and I gave me a call. And he had life changing news. Curt is a street pharmacist and he told me that a partner of his knows Lana from back in the day. His partner Derek informed him that Lana was a regular customer. She spent at least $1,000 per week on blow. I damn near came in my pants. One thing about Tim is he hates a woman to do drugs. Despises it, so I knew I had an advantage now. Tim's mother had died from a drug overdose and it left him scarred. He would throw Lana and Patrice out on their sweet asses if he found out. But that wasn't all.
Lana had lost her job and had failed to tell Tim. Her habit had increased since she was unemployed. This was enough for me to work with but then came the icing on the cake. Patrice was also a customer and Lana knew all about it. After all the talk of he raising a proper well to do young black woman Lana knew her little girl was sniffing. Can you say jackpot?
Curt and I started to brainstorm how to turn this grand opportunity into a sexual windfall. It didn't take more than five minutes to come up with a special brew of decadence for the two unsuspecting ladies. This was going to be an event to remember for a long long time and I wanted to make it perfect. Everything was planned to the last detail. We just needed Tim to take off on one of his business jaunts and all would be well. I could barely keep my cock in my pants and out of my hands just thinking about it. Finally after about a tortuous two week wait Tim called and let me know he was going to Chicago for a few days. I called Curt and it was on.
The plan was for Derek to carry on as if business was usual and make his delivery to Lana when she requested. We all figured it would be on the very first night that Tim was out of town and the twin coke heads didn't disappoint. Lana made her call around 10pm on a Friday night. What a lovely way to begin my weekend. Derek, Curt another friend Shawn and I piled into my van and we headed to Tim's house. The talk on the way was filled with testosterone charged pronouncements. Curt was beside himself.
"I can't wait tobang these bitches. I been wanting to put my dick in Trice's ass for way too long. And Lana? I'm gonna make her suck this dick until her jaw is sore."
"Fucking Tim is an asshole if he can't fuck Lana. If that was my bitch she'd spend her whole day with her ass in the air." Shawn damn sure knew what he wanted and Derek was downright overflowing with lust.
"Let's see if we can make them eat other out while we fuck 'em. I would love to see those two sluts with a face full of pussy." I could barely keep my hands off of my dick while I drove. I could hardly wait. I kept seeing my cock buried in Lana's tits sawing in and out. We parked across the street and Derek went to the door. The time had come.
We watched Derek as we went inside. The plan was for him to go inside and make himself comfortable. After he plied them with blow and they were nice and toasted he was to use his camera phone and take a picture of both of them in the act. We figured the higher they were the easier it would be for us. Once that was completed he was to slip away and call me on my phone and we would make our grand entrance. After about 30 minutes I got the call.
"Showtime fellas!"
