What Happens on Trinibogo...


Caution: This Erotica Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa, Reluctant, Cheating, Slut Wife, Interracial, Black Male, Oral Sex, Anal Sex, Pregnancy, Exhibitionism, Size, .

Desc: Erotica Sex Story: Man slips his wife fertility pills to get her pregnant, but the black islanders of Trinibogo get to her first.


Copyright┬ę 2005

"Cough." Despite being one of Floyd's closest friends, the doctor always snickered when he cupped Floyd's genitalia. "You don't really want to do this do you?"

"No." Floyd had come in for a physical and was under orders to discuss getting a vasectomy. "And you know what, screw Jess." Floyd looked down at his penis in the doctor's hand. Floyd was a fit, musuclar guy that looked like a movie star, but fate had cursed him with a small penis. It looked like a little thumb dangling over two walnuts. Erect, it strained to reach four inches on a good day. "How'd you like to help me get back at her?"

Screw the bitch is exactly what I'd like to do, thought the doctor. Jessica Frost was one stunning woman. "What did you have in mind? You can get dressed now."

"Write me out a prescription for fertility pills. The strongest you got."

"Unethical, but consider it done. I know how much you've always wanted children."

"I still don't think this is a good idea. The Senator needs me."

Floyd Frost smiled at his wife as they walked through Tyson's Corner, a large mall outside Washington DC. "The Senator was all for the idea my love. He thinks you need a vacation as much as I do."

Jessica was the chief of staff to Senator Spalding of Idaho. The Senator was a strong white house contender and Jessica could well end up as the Chief of Staff to the President or maybe even Secretary of State. The one roadblock to the Senator's rise was that he was slightly bigoted. He'd never been a racist before, but his daughter, a Miss Teen Idaho contestant, had moved to New York to start a modeling career and ended up in lesbian and interracial porn.

Jessica's career was her number one priority. Her husband was number two. Floyd didn't mind all that much. Jessica was making the big bucks, but he was desperate for children. Jessica was so petrified at the thought of children interfering with her rise to power, that she rarely allowed her husband to touch her sexually. When they did have sex, Floyd always had to wear a condom as Jess was allergic to the pill. Her fear of pregnancy also had her freeze up in bed. She wasn't experimentive, never did oral, and basically laid still praying for Floyd to get over quickly which he usually did.

Floyd had tried everything to get his wife to loosen up. He tried getting her drunk and once thought she moaned softly in her stupor, even raised her hips slightly. He tried porn, but that only made Jess comment on the size of the male porn star's dicks. Floyd lied and told her that the men were all one in a thousand super studs hired for their large cocks. The truth was that the men in the movies they watched were all normal men with average penises in the six inch range.

"Did I just see you grin?" asked Floyd as they entered a swimwear store.

"I am looking forward to getting some sun." Jessica's small luxury was to take two weekends during the summer to go to the beach on Maryland's Eastern shore. She loved lying in the sand and suntanning.

Jess started looking through the swimwear. Floyd shook his head as she flipped through some conservative one piece suits. "Why Trinibogo?" she asked. "I've never heard of it. "Why not Saint Martin, Saint Thomas, or Aruba or something?"

"Trinibogo is a fairly new resort. Remember the hurricane that wiped it out some years back? Apparently the island is sparsely inhabited and not overrunning with annoying tourists or Eurotrash. I wasn't aware of it, but the travel agent had just gotten back from there. She seemed rather in awe of the place and looked dreamy eyed the whole time she talked about it. She's planning on going back with friends as soon as she can get away."

"Well honey, it's a wonderful anniversery present." Jessica had now moved on to a rack of bikinis much to Floyd's delight.

"We arrive the night before our anniversery or exactly six weeks."

"What do you mean?"

"Six weeks after my operation," lied Floyd. "Right when we can make love again."

"Oh yeah." Jesica crinkled her nose at the thought and Floyd didn't miss it.

"Meaning no more condoms."

"I'm not so sure about that. How do you know it's 100% guaranteed not to get me pregnant. Plus it's messy." Jess crinkled her nose again.

"Come on Jess. Just for the week we're there. I didn't get fixed so that I had to wear a condom."

"Sshh, keep it down. I'll think about it. Maybe that week I'll let you. I just can't get pregnant. Not now of all times."

Floyd smiled and nodded. Tonight he would began slipping the fertility pills into Jess's drinks. The vacation falling on their anniversery was just a lucky coincidence. He'd actually tied the trip to what he had calculated as Jessica's most fertile time period.

What neither husband nor wife knew was that Floyd's penis wasn't capable of getting her pregnant. His ejaculate didn't shoot, It dribbled, barely enough to fill a thimble. This, along with his short length and a low sperm count meant that it would be a miracle for him to conceive at all.

Jessica tried on some swimsuits with Floyd peering over the changing room door giving his opinion which she never listened to, but always asked for. Jessica spun around seeming to like a lame one piece all black suit. The black did look good on her. Jessica had creamy white skin. Her hair was also raven black and black was her best color. She had bright green eyes and full pouty lips. Jessica Frost stood nearly six feet tall with a supermodel's willowy body and a stripper's DD chest. Her proud breasts were just now starting to sag as she approached thirty. Women should not look this good and not show off their bodies, thought Floyd. Jessica wasn't completely conservative. She could look simply magnificent in an all black evening gown at political balls. Floyd looked quite good in his tux for that matter too. Together, they looked like a Hollywood glamour couple. "I think, I'll go with this one," she said.

"Honey, you're going on vacation. You shouldn't be so conservative."

"I wouldn't mind a more even all around tan," she said thoughtfully. Jess tanned fairly well and with her pale skin, the covered areas of her body always stood out when she was nude. She picked up a two piece. This one fit perfectly, but I don't like the color. White doesn't suit me."

Jessica handed Floyd the suit and he returned it to the rack. Nearby a dummy wore a sexy string bikini. "Now that's a swimsuit," said Floyd. The dummy's Barbie-esque figure was amazingly close to Jessica's. "Wow!" He pictured his wife wearing this perfect bikini. It came in black too. The bottoms were held together by strings on the hips. Floyd looked around and no one was near. He reached out and tugged on the strings. The bottoms fell off the dummy revealing it's plain hairless crotch. More strings held the top on. One around the neck and one around the back. Four tugs and he could make his wife naked. "I wish," he mumbled. Unfortunately, the black bikini had bottoms her size, but the maximum top size was only a double C cup. Floyd shrugged and returned to his wife.

"We have our winner."

Floyd peeped over the door and felt disappointed. The two piece was the least she'd ever worn to the beach, but it was sad compared to a real bikini. The bottoms were intended for a mother to cover stretch marks or the bulge under her belly. They stopped just above her navel which was sad because Jess had the sexiest stomach and belly button. The top was more of a sports bra. Oh well, he thought, at least there was some bare skin showing under her breasts.

Jessica took the suit off. "Be a dear and pay for this while I change." She through the suit over the door. Floyd took it and headed for the cashier. He paused as he passed the string bikini display. He looked at the lame suit in his hand and the sexy suits on the models. He smirked and hung her two piece on the rack. The bikini he bought was the black one with a cup size to small.

Jessica was actually horny. She almost looked forward to sex when they landed. They'd switched to a small sea plane in Puerta Rico. Apparently Trinibogo didn't have an airport. Guests came by seaplane or cruise ship.

Her arousal confused her. She'd started feeling it the day she and Floyd went swimsuit shopping. It had grown as the date of their trip had arrived. Jess couldn't recall feeling horny since the first couple of times she and Floyd had gotten together as teenagers. She'd been horny and ready then, but her arousal had faded after experiencing sex a couple times. She knew she was between cycles which increased a woman's arousal and she was nearing the so called female sexual peak, though to her sex was more of a flat line experience. Even so, she was horny enough to initiate sex which she never did. Not that she'd need to, Floyd was chomping at the bit to get in her pants.

The plane flew over Trinibogo. The island was around the size of Key West. Currently, they kept guests at only around 300 until the resort could expand. The plane came down smoothly on the water and stopped perfectly even with the dock. Three enormous black men greeted the dozen plane passengers. Devon, the island's Governor shook each passenger's hand. Jessica shivered as he took her hand in his strong grip.

The guests split onto two buses each driven by muscle bulging black men. One bus headed towards the motel and resort. The other with Floyd and Jess, headed towards the private suites. The private bungalows were little houses right on a secluded beach. The sun was setting when the bus came to a halt.

"What say we call it an early night," said Jess dropping her bag.

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