Hugo groaned, and twisted his large frame on the California king bed as Jenny delicately urged him along with her lubed manicured fingers. She always knew when he was drawing close to his weekly climax as his guttural moaning would change to hysterical shrieking. She mused to herself, this would take a couple of more minutes. Being his wife of twenty years, she realized that he worked very hard as the bread-winner of the family and needed to blow-off steam on Friday nights. Usually, the entire episode took about an hour of "play" until he was spent for the following week.
Their marriage had been devoid of sexual intercourse for the past 10 years, the reason being Hugo's enormous weight-gain that had rendered his already limited size virtually inaccessible to Jenny's vagina. Sex therefore, had been limited to Jenny relieving Hugo each weekend and then allowing him a week to "reload" again. Hugo looked forward to his "happy hour" throughout the week like a little boy staring at the candy jar.
Jenny more than compensated for their lack of conventional intimacy by planning their lovemaking sessions meticulously and keeping poor Hugo always wanting her. Tonight their "lovemaking" had started normally enough, with her getting dolled-up for him in her sexy lingerie that extenuated her womanly splendor. The green color of her skimpy outfit perfectly matched her eyes, and she knew that Hugo would be putty in her hands willing to be subject for whatever she had planned for him.
One of the benchmarks of the level of their intimacy had always been how long she could keep Hugo teetering on the edge of orgasm, before allowing him release. The longer the edging continued, the more intense would be his final release. However, this was a tricky matter because if poor Hugo's "one-incher" was kept too long on the edge, it simply wilted and shrank back into his enormous bulk, and refused to come back to play. Jenny had long realized that the key to keeping her husband in this state of constant arousal was to use his mind more than his penis.
"Eeeeeee ..." Shriked Hugo sounding like a scared piglet.
Jenny smiled inwardly to herself ... there it was, her fat pig of a husband was getting close to his precious "cummy" as he called it.
"Eeeeeee ..." Shriked Hugo again and started pushing against her slippery fingers wanting nothing more than to feel his penis erupt into her hand.
Jenny, immediately released her two-finger grip on his baby penis and saw him comically thrust his massive body in the air. She loved it when he did this, the desperation in his eyes, the lustful thrusting of his hips, the funny pig-like noises that resulted from his frustrated efforts, made her wet between her legs. Deftly, she reached under her pillow and pulled out her pink vibrator and gently guided it between her labia. It was ironical that even in his morbidly obese condition, Hugo was somehow the key to her own climax. His inadequacy as a man cursed with a one-inch erection, his failure to satisfy his beautiful wife sexually in the bedroom despite his success in the real world, and his complete relinquishment of control when she took him on their weekly journey across the thresholds of sanity had become an aphrodisiac for her.
The vibrator buzzed away with its characteristic hum, as Hugo gyrated obscenely for his beautiful wife's touch. Jenny let her fingers brush against his penis every now and then, but did not give him the pleasure of wrapping them around the little stub as doing so would make him cum instantly.
"Me cummy ... me cummy ..." He panted heavily, seeking her touch. "Aaargh ... Aaargh ..." He grunted angrily and tried to roll over, but she held him down deftly as her tongue traced his face tantalizingly and her slippery thumb and fore-finger of either hand pinched both his nipples simultaneously. Hugo shook and quivered like a harpooned whale, but not a single drop of cum escaped his one-incher. Twenty years of being together had taught her exactly when to stop poor Hugo on the precipice and make him come back, before repeating the process till he could not take it any longer. She kissed him on his lips and slowly licking his face, all the while staring into his eyes.
"My my ... Lardo ... slow down, or you will be finished before I have even started." She chided him gently. Jenny knew that her husband could not stand the nickname his employees had given him. She had overheard it at his workplace from one of the secretaries and had decided to use it to drive him insane with anger during tonight's session.
"My name is not ... Lard ... ooo!" He protested as he felt her slide against his grotesquely fat body and her slippery fingers invade, and violate his most erogenous zones.
"Lardo ... that is what everyone calls you at the office don't then? That is why you fired that young intern Alfi didn't you, you pathetic little fat boy?" She whispered and continued as her index finger slowly plunged in and out of his belly button. Jenny knew this act was fat-shaming and emasculating Hugo all at once.
"Alfred was an assho ..." Hugo trailed off as her other hand slithered past his penis to massage his aching blue balls.
"No he was not honey, he was a young man who could better you in every way couldnt he?" She asked touching the very sensitive area between his balls and his anus. Jenny had nicknamed this spot his ass-neck and knew that she could make him say or do anything while touching it.
