Dirty Threesome Betrayal (1)

The warm summer night buzzed at Williams University as another semester came to an end.

While most students had already left campus, the top floor of the old Field House throbbed with music and drunken cheers from the twenty or so people who had stayed behind.

Among them, Emma Adams was growing increasingly restless. The stunning 22-year-old blonde had helped kick off the party, but now the blaring music and loud voices couldn’t distract her from the burning lust between her legs.

Her slender 5’6” frame looked incredible in tight skinny jeans that hugged her firm, high ass, and a shirt that clung to her perky breasts, showing just enough cleavage to draw plenty of hungry stares.

But Emma only wanted one man tonight — her boyfriend, Bob.

Bob was across the room, impressing his friends by downing his third beer bong in a row. The 23-year-old was riding the high of strong mid-semester results and had already moved on to his fifth drink of the hour.

Though not the tallest or most muscular guy, Bob had a sharply defined face that Emma found incredibly attractive. They had been inseparable since they started dating almost two years ago.

Emma finally crossed the room and grabbed his arm before another beer could be poured.

“Hey baby,” she said, smiling up at him.

“Hey gorgeous,” Bob slurred, grinning. “Enjoying yourself?”

She had hoped for a flirtatious reply, but his friends were already jeering him on.

“Yeah, the party’s great,” she answered, toying with her shoulder-length dirty-blonde hair.

One of Bob’s friends shouted a drunken greeting. Emma smiled and waved, used to brushing off such attention. She wasn’t particularly fond of most of his friends, they always pushed him to drink more and pulled stupid pranks, killing any chance for intimacy.

The only one she actually liked was his roommate, Frank.

Frank was the opposite of Bob on paper: a tall, muscular rugby player with short dark hair and a powerful build. Yet the jock and the study guy had become close friends quickly.

“Sorry Emma, but Bob has a commitment,” Frank interrupted with a playful punch to Bob’s arm. Another ridiculous drinking game.

Bob dropped to his knees with a grin and chugged the beer bong as Frank poured. When he finished, he stood up triumphantly. Emma quickly grabbed his arm.

“Frank, do you mind if I steal my boyfriend?” she joked.

“The sooner you admit he’s mine, the better,” Frank laughed as they left the room.

Emma dragged Bob into the stairwell and locked the door behind them. She immediately pressed him against the wall, kissing him deeply, her hand sliding down to squeeze his hardening cock through his jeans.

“I’ve been so horny all night,” She whispered hotly, pressing her firm tits against his chest. “Let’s go to your room while Frank’s still upstairs.”

Bob groaned and grabbed her ass. “In a bit, babe. I’m really enjoying the party.”

“Please,” Emma pleaded, stroking him firmly. “It’s been days since you fucked me. Frank will be up there for hours.”

Bob kissed her again. “Just a few more drinks. Then I’ll fuck you nice and proper, I promise.”

Frustrated but clinging to that promise, Emma followed him back to the party.

***

Half an hour later, Emma was on her fifth cocktail, the alcohol helping dull her irritation. Bob finally slumped down on the couch beside her, noticeably buzzed.

“Hey you,” he slurred.

“Hey,” Emma replied, equally merry now.

They talked and laughed, the earlier tension forgotten as they drank together. Soon Bob’s hand slipped between her thighs, rubbing her pussy through her jeans right there on the crowded couch.

Emma parted her legs slightly, biting back a moan. She had always loved the thrill of fooling around in public.

“Let’s go downstairs,” Bob whispered, taking her hand.

They rushed out, giving quick goodbyes before hurrying down to the bottom floor. The corridor was dark and empty.

Bob pinned Emma against his door, grinding into her as they kissed hungrily. Once inside the pitch-black room, clothes flew off in a frenzy.

Bob flicked on a bedside lamp, casting a dim glow. Emma was left in her bra and panties. She looked up at him seductively, slowly peeling her soaked panties down her thighs, revealing her glistening pussy.

Bob stripped off his boxers, his hard six-inch cock springing free. He quickly rolled on a condom and climbed onto the bed.

Emma parted her legs, pulling him close. “Fuck me,” she begged.

Bob kissed her deeply as he positioned himself and pushed inside her in one smooth thrust. Emma moaned loudly as his full length sank into her aching pussy.

She wrapped her silky legs around his waist, pulling him deeper with every thrust. The bed began to rock as he drove into her harder, her body finally getting the relief it had been craving all night.

"Ohhhh goooood... yes." Emma squealed in appreciation as Bob began to thrust harder and faster. "Oh fuuuuuck... I've wanted this so bad."

Bob groaned through gritted teeth, his hands resting either side of Emma's head as he continued to pump into his stunning girlfriend. Every inch of his cock being squeezed by Emma's hot, wet pussy.

Emma had always been a great fuck, even if she always made him wear a condom. Bob's eyes met Emma's and the couple stayed staring at each other, faces inches apart and breathing heavily as Bob continued to drive his dick relentlessly into Emma's welcoming pussy.

Emma stared back, her mouth open as she breathed heavily, staring absently into her boyfriends eyes.

All she could focus on now was the hard dick driving into her, her need, her absolute desire to be fucked like this for days, and all the while the intensity of her orgasm began to build.

"Come on baby... uhhh... fuck me..." Emma moaned, begging to be fucked rougher.

She tightened her grip around Bob's waist with her legs and began to thrust upward, her pussy meeting Bob's dick with more intensity after each thrust. She moaned loudly, arching her back, trying desperately to get fucked as hard and fast as she could.

"You like that?" Bob growled as he picked up his pace, the bed began to rock more violently with every hard thrust he made into his stunning blonde girlfriends pussy.

"Yes... OH FUCK... yes." Emma moaned as she closed her eyes, her mind focusing on the wonderful tingling sensation building inside her, her orgasm was going to be incredible.

All the drama of the night barely surfaced her mind, all she could think of now was how good this hard fuck was, how so-fucking-good was every inch of her boyfriends hard dick driving into her.

She no longer cared that Bob had rejected her originally, that he left her alone while he drank with his friends, all she cared about was the ever building orgasm brought on by his relentless thrusting.

She didn't care about how stupid Bob acted around his friends, or that Frank had ruined her plans by going to bed early...

Emma's eyes shot wide open in shock. Her stomach fluttered and she almost let out a loud gasp.

She had completely forgotten Frank had gone to bed early, and here she was, practically naked as she was being fucked hard by her boyfriend, moaning loudly and begging to get it harder.

She hesitantly turned her head on the pillow and rested again, looking across the room towards Frank's bed, praying by chance that he had decided to go out.

She gasped when she saw the blankets of the bed across from them formed into the shape of a body.

She followed the formed outline up toward the top of the bed with her eyes, all the while having her legs wrapped her boyfriend, being fucked ruthlessly toward an amazing orgasm.

Closing her eyes, she was almost praying that Frank was asleep, but as she opened them, she saw from across the room a pair of eyes staring back.