My Husband Went Away and Left His Cousin to Take Care of Me

Mariela was in her sixth month of pregnancy. Her round, firm belly showed beneath the light robe she wore at home, and her breasts had grown so much that even the slightest brush of the fabric hurt. Damián, her husband, had to travel for an entire week to another city for a family matter that could not be put off.

Before leaving, he called his cousin Rodrigo and asked him for the favor straight out.

—Stay here, take care of her, don’t leave her alone for even a minute —he told him—. You know how she gets with the hormones.

Rodrigo agreed without hesitation. He arrived that same afternoon with a small bag and settled into the guest room. Mariela greeted him with a polite hug, but something in the way he looked her up and down stayed with her for the rest of the day.

That first night they sat at the dining table. She had made something simple: breaded cutlets, salad, and a glass of wine for him. Mariela only drank water. The conversation started off calmly, but Rodrigo kept glancing at her, attentive to how the belly strained her robe and how her nipples stood out hard against the fabric.

—Tell me how you’re feeling with all this —he asked, pouring himself more wine.

She sighed and rested her hands on her belly. Her voice came out lower than she intended.

—Bad, Rodrigo. The hormones have me on edge all day. I’m horny as hell and nothing makes it go away. Damián left this morning and I already miss him, but even he couldn’t keep up with me these past few months. My belly feels heavy, my breasts burn from how swollen they are, and all I can think about is someone fucking me all the way to the hilt.

Rodrigo froze with his fork in the air. He felt his dick start to swell inside his pants.

—I didn’t know you were like that —he said, trying to sound calm—. Tell me more.

Mariela bit her lip. Her robe had opened at the neckline, revealing the base of her heavy breasts.

—I don’t know if I should tell you, but I’m desperate. Since he walked out that door I haven’t stopped thinking about the same thing. I touched myself under the table while I was cooking and I was already soaked. The hormones set everything off. I want to be fucked hard, have my tits sucked until they drip, have everything done to me. Do you understand?

***

Rodrigo swallowed. He was already hard, straining against the fabric. He stood up slowly, went around the table, and stopped in front of her.

—Look, Mariela... if you want, I can show you what I’ve got. Because I’ve been hot since I saw you walk in with that belly.

Without waiting for an answer, he unzipped and pulled out his cock. It was thick and veined, the swollen red head pointing straight at her face. Mariela opened her eyes wide and stared at it like it was a discovery.

—Jesus, what a dick you’ve got, cousin —she murmured—. Way bigger than Damián’s. Come here, let me touch it.

She reached out and gripped it firmly. Her hot palm wrapped around the shaft and started moving slowly, up and down. Rodrigo let out a low moan. She leaned in, still seated, and breathed deeply over the skin.

—Smells like a man —she said, and without warning took it into her mouth.

She sucked eagerly, making wet sounds, swallowing it halfway while her tongue circled the head. Rodrigo put a hand on the back of her neck and pushed just a little.

—That’s it, Mariela... what a mouth you’ve got.

She pulled it out for a second, gasping, a strand of saliva hanging from her chin.

—I want you to fuck me tonight. Now. Look at me.

She lifted her robe, spread her legs, and showed him her shaved cunt, the lips swollen and red, a trail of moisture running down her thigh. The round belly rose above it, taut and beautiful.

Rodrigo knelt between her legs. He parted her thighs and brought his face close. He licked her from bottom to top, slowly, and she threw her head back with a long moan.

—There... don’t stop.

He thrust his tongue as deep as he could while squeezing her breasts over the robe. Mariela opened it all the way and pulled them out: huge, the nipples dark and hard, wet.

—Suck on them too. They’re full.

Rodrigo came up and latched onto one. He sucked hard and a warm trickle filled his mouth. She cried out with pleasure and asked for more. While he sucked, he slid two fingers inside her, in and out with a wet slap. Mariela rocked her hips against his hand.

—I want your dick now. Fuck me, Rodrigo. Like an animal.

***

He helped her up and carried her to the living room sofa. He laid her on her side, with her belly resting on a cushion so she’d be comfortable. He lifted one leg and rubbed the head of his cock against her wet lips.

—Tell me you want me to fuck you —he demanded, voice rough.

—I want you to fuck me. Put it all in, but be careful with the belly.

He entered with one hard thrust. She was so wet he sank to the hilt without resistance. They both moaned at the same time. Rodrigo started slowly, sliding all the way in and out, feeling how tightly she gripped him.

—You’re so tight, even pregnant —he said through clenched teeth.

Mariela pushed her hips back.

—Faster. Harder. I want to really feel you inside me.

He sped up. The sound of skin against skin filled the room. He grabbed one heavy breast and squeezed it, and more milk came out.

—Look at you dripping while I fuck you.

She laughed between moans.

—This week I’m yours. Fuck me every day he’s gone. Use me up completely.

Rodrigo turned her a little more and aimed for her ass. He worked her open with saliva and one finger, then two, while she panted. When he entered, he did it carefully, slowly, until he sank all the way in. He fucked her there, slower, while sliding his fingers into her from the front at the same time.

—I’m full everywhere. Don’t stop.

Mariela’s moans rose in pitch. Rodrigo felt he was about to explode.

—I’m going to cum. Where do you want it?

—Inside. Fill me up.

He pulled out, laid her on her side again, and penetrated her from the front once more. He fucked hard, fast, until the orgasm overwhelmed him. He thrust to the hilt and shot thick, hot spurts. She trembled and came at the same time, clenching around him in spasms.

***

Mariela was still trembling, contracting around Rodrigo’s thick cock. He stayed buried inside her, feeling how she milked him for the last drops. Neither of them moved, but their bodies remained joined, sweaty and throbbing.

—What a stud you are —she whispered, turning her head just enough to look him in the eyes—. I’ve always loved fucking, since I was very young. I had a reputation for being easy in the neighborhood, and the truth is I earned it. Damián never knew how wild I was when I was single. You’re waking all that up in me again.

Rodrigo smiled wickedly, still inside her. He moved his hips in short, deep strokes that dragged another moan out of her.

—Oh yeah? Look at that. I’ve got my own history too, cousin —he said, voice thick—. I always fucked Damián’s girlfriends. All of them. They came to me unsatisfied, wet but with nobody taking care of them the way they deserved. I took them, buried myself all the way inside, and made them scream. Then they came back to me in secret, because he never fucked them the way I did. And now it’s your turn.

Mariela squeezed around him at that, wrenching a hoarse groan from him. Her eyes shone with renewed excitement.

—That makes me even hotter —she panted—. Knowing you were the one stealing your cousin’s girls. I want the same thing. I want you to use me this week. Whenever you want, wherever you want. Make me your secret lover, Rodrigo. And when he comes back, I’m still going to be wet thinking about you.

Rodrigo started moving again, sliding almost all the way out and driving back in with controlled force, careful with the belly but fucking with intent.

—Then say it clearly. Tell me you’re mine now.

—I’m yours —she moaned, pushing her ass back to take every thrust—. Fuck me harder. Do with me what you did to the others.

He sped up a little, the wet sound filling the silence. He squeezed one breast and another little jet of milk spilled over his fingers.

—That’s how I like it. This week I’m going to fuck you until you can’t think about anything else. And when I’m done, you’ll still be mine.

Mariela came again just from his words, clenching him with renewed force as she moaned long and loud.

***

—The night’s just getting started —she said when she caught her breath—. In a little while I want you again. And tomorrow. All week you’re going to be my stud while Damián’s gone.

Rodrigo smiled, still inside her.

—Count on it.

They stayed wrapped together on the sofa, his cock throbbing and slowly softening. Mariela could feel it leaking down her thighs, and the heat from the hormones hadn’t died down at all. She knew that first night would end with many more: in bed, against the kitchen table, even in the shower.

They went up to the bedroom. Rodrigo laid her on her side again, lifted her leg, and entered her once more. He started slowly while she closed her eyes, moaning softly. The hours that followed were a marathon: on her side, on all fours with pillows under her, seated on top moving her hips while he sucked her breasts. Every time he came, she asked for more.

At dawn they were both exhausted, smelling of sex all over the room. Mariela’s body was marked and she was still leaking milk. Rodrigo kissed her belly.

—This week is going to be the best of my life —she whispered.

And so the seven days Damián was away went by. Rodrigo carried out his role as caretaker in the most carnal way possible, turning the house into a refuge for constant hookups. Mariela, driven by hormones, became insatiable, offering herself without shame.

***

When Damián came back at the end of the week, the house smelled clean and Mariela greeted him with a big smile and a deep kiss. They sat in the living room and talked. He told her about the whole trip, how tired he’d been, and how much he’d missed her. She told him she’d been fine, that Rodrigo had taken perfect care of her.

—I was calm, love —she lied sweetly—. He’s a saint, he helped me with everything.

Damián smiled, hugged her, and stroked her belly.

—I missed you so much. Let’s go to bed, I want to feel you.

They went up to the bedroom. Mariela took off her robe slowly. Damián froze when he saw her from behind: her ass marked with reddish blotches, the imprint of firm hands. He came closer and touched carefully.

—What happened to you? —he asked, alarmed—. Does it hurt?

She turned around, looked at him with innocent eyes, and stroked his face.

—Don’t worry, love. It’s from the pregnancy. The hormones make everything swell, my skin gets sensitive and I bruise from the slightest touch. And the belly weighs so much I keep bumping into things myself. The doctor said it’s normal. It’s nothing.

Damián kept looking at the marks, still worried. Mariela knelt slowly in front of him, pulled down his pants, and took out his cock.

—Let me calm you down —she whispered, and took it into her mouth in one smooth motion.

She sucked eagerly, going down to the hilt while her tongue swirled. He moaned, forgetting the marks for a second. She looked up at him from below and pulled off for a moment.

—It’s just the pregnancy, love. Your dick always calms me down. Let me suck you until you cum.

She went back to sucking faster, squeezing him with one hand while the other touched herself discreetly. Damián threw his head back.

—All right... if the doctor says so...

She sped up until he couldn’t hold back any longer and emptied himself into her mouth. Mariela swallowed, cleaned him with her tongue, and stood up smiling.

—See? You’re calmer already. Come here, hold me. This week without you was long.

Damián hugged her. He still had a doubt tucked away somewhere, but the arousal had soothed him. He asked nothing more. Mariela fell asleep pressed against him, with a secret pulsing in silence: she knew that the next time he traveled, Rodrigo would move back into the guest room.