Code name: Athena [18+]

Code name: Quarto

•Arabella DiStefano•

"Sit down!" I pushed him down to the bed "Mariano, are you sure about this?" My arms crossed as our eyes met.

Mariano shook his head "I'm scared; I don't want another divorce or my heart broken again...I should've stayed with Lula."

A deep sigh left my mouth as I looked at the ring glimmering thanks to the sunlight "Handsome," my hands cupped his face "are you sure?"

He slowly nodded "I am but I'm scared."

"Wait a little more, travel with her, move in together, make love everywhere, get drunk and fuck on the edge of a cliff—"

"Why do you always mix sex with death?" He chuckled softly.

"Those are my two aesthetics," I pecked his forehead "give it time, don't try to rush anything."

Mariano got up on his feet and hugged me tightly "I love you."

"I love you more," my arms looped around his torso.

•Apollo DiStefano•
•Two weeks later•

"Princeeeeeeessss!" I slurred from the bed.

She walked out of the bathroom naked "What?"

"Come here!" My arms opened for her.

My wife rushed to the bed and jumped on top of me giggling; how could she not? She drank 30 shots of tequila.

"I want to fuck," her hands rested on my pecs.

"Me too but—" someone walked through the door.

"Hello dick—woah!" Mariano was standing by the door wearing his bath robe "that's kinda hot, can I stay and watch?" He almost falla approaching the bed; he's also drunk.

"Why don't you stay and join?" Arabella climbed off of me and sat on her heels looking at Mariano who seemed to be impressed by the size of my wife's jugs.

"I know right," a smirk appeared on my lips "she's unbelievably hot."

"Now I get everything," Mariano glanced between me and my wife "Can I?"

"Sure," I licked my lips.

Arabella threw her arms around his neck and pulled him into a sloppy, sexy kiss. Mariano was knelt between her spread legs.

"Baby, I brou—WOAH!" My wife walked into the bedroom with a tray in her hands "someone has a boner."

I pouted looking at her "We can't have sex and I've been having a lot of images in my head..."

"What kind of images?" She handed me a bowl of salad.

A groan left my mouth "Are you kidding me?! I almost die and you're giving me salad, woman?!"

"Okay first of all: do not yell at me," she stabbed a piece of lettuce and a cherry tomato "and second: answer my question."

A deep sigh left my mouth; should I tell her I've been thinking about the threesome? I mean no one can blame me.

"The threesome with Mariano," a blush rushed up my body.