Christmas Eve, and the gift under the tree wasn’t like any other. It was her. A young girl, barely in her twenties, with wide eyes and a nervous smile. Her name was Lily, and she was my husband’s present.

I sat on the couch, my legs crossed, watching as he unwrapped the bow around her neck—yes, I tied one there, for effect. He looked at me, confusion flickering across his face, but I just smiled back, my heart pounding in my chest. “Merry Christmas, darling,” I said softly, my voice steady despite the turmoil inside.

Lily shifted uncomfortably, her cheeks flushing as she stood there in nothing but a red lace lingerie set. She was beautiful, I had to admit. Her long dark hair framed her face perfectly, and her body was youthful, untouched by the years that had stretched over mine. I saw the way Paul’s eyes lingered on her, the way his breath hitched ever so slightly. Good, I thought. This is what you wanted.

“Are you serious?” he asked, his voice low, almost disbelieving. I nodded, unable to trust my words just yet. I had rehearsed this moment so many times in my head, but now that it was happening, I felt like I was outside of myself, watching from a distance.

Lily stepped closer to him, her hands trembling as she reached for his shirt. “She’s shy,” I said, breaking the silence. “But she wants this. I made sure of it.” My tone was calm, almost too calm, as if I were narrating someone else’s story. Paul’s gaze darted between us, his expression unreadable. Then, slowly, he let out a breath and nodded.

I watched as Lily undressed him, her fingers fumbling with the buttons on his shirt. She was nervous, but there was something else in her eyes—something hungry. When her lips brushed against his chest, I felt a pang of jealousy, sharp and unexpected. I pushed it down, reminding myself why I was doing this. This wasn’t about me. This was for him.

“Kneel,” I said softly, my voice carrying an authority that surprised even me. Lily obeyed without hesitation, sinking to her knees in front of him. She looked up at him with those big, innocent eyes, and I could see the desire burning behind them. Daddy issues, she had confessed to me when we first spoke. Older men were her weakness. And Paul? Well, he fit the bill perfectly.

She leaned forward, her lips brushing against the growing bulge in his pants. My stomach twisted as she began to undo his belt, her movements slow and deliberate. I couldn’t look away. I didn’t want to. This was my gift to him, after all. I needed to see it through.

When she finally took him into her mouth, I heard the softest moan escape Paul’s lips. His hand instinctively went to her hair, tangling in the dark strands as she worked him. Her lips were full, her technique practiced but not overly so. She was perfect—exactly what he needed.

I stayed silent, observing every detail. The way her tongue swirled around the tip of his cock, the way her cheeks hollowed as she sucked him deeper. I could feel the tension in the room building, thick and electric. I caught Paul’s eye, and for a moment, we just stared at each other. There was gratitude in his gaze, but also something darker, more primal. Something I hadn’t seen in years.

“Don’t stop,” I murmured, breaking the silence. My voice was quiet, almost a whisper, but it carried enough weight to make Lily shudder. She obeyed, taking him deeper, her gag reflex kicking in as she tried to accommodate him. Tears welled in her eyes, but she didn’t pull away. Instead, she looked up at him, her lips stretched tight around his length, and I could see the submission in her expression.

Paul groaned, his hips twitching as he fought to stay still. “Christ,” he muttered, his voice rough with desire. I felt a strange sense of pride swell within me. This was my doing. I had orchestrated this moment, and now I was reaping the rewards—his pleasure was my validation.

But it wasn’t enough. Not yet. I wanted more. I wanted to see how far I could push this, how far they could go.

“Do you want to feel her?” I asked, my voice barely above a whisper. Paul tore his gaze away from Lily, his eyes locking onto mine. There was a hunger there now, raw and unfiltered. He nodded, his breathing ragged.

I stood, my legs trembling slightly as I walked over to them. Lily pulled away, her lips glistening with saliva, her chest rising and falling rapidly. I knelt beside her, my hand reaching out to touch Paul’s cock. It was warm, throbbing with need. I glanced at Lily, who was watching me with wide eyes. “Help me,” I said softly.

She hesitated for a moment before leaning in, her tongue darting out to lick along the length of him. I followed suit, our mouths meeting as we worked together, our kisses alternating between his shaft and each other. The taste of him was familiar, but the context was entirely new. I felt a surge of power, knowing that I was in control of this moment.

When I had him slick with our combined saliva, I guided him toward Lily’s entrance. She gasped as the tip of his cock pressed against her, her body tensing in anticipation. “Just the tip,” I whispered, my voice low and commanding. “Let her feel you.”

Paul hesitated for a moment, his eyes searching mine for confirmation. I nodded, my heart racing as I watched him push forward, just enough to breach her. Lily cried out, her nails digging into the carpet as she struggled to adjust. I reached out, brushing a strand of hair from her face, my touch surprisingly gentle.

“Relax,” I murmured, my voice soothing. “You’re doing so well.” She nodded, her breaths coming in shallow gasps as she forced herself to relax. I kept my hand on Paul’s hip, guiding him as he pushed a little deeper, inch by agonizing inch.

It was intimate, almost painfully so. I could see the way their bodies reacted to each other, the way they both trembled with need. I felt like an outsider looking in, but I also felt a strange sense of connection, as if I were part of something greater than myself.

“More,” Lily whispered, her voice hoarse. “Please, more.”

Paul glanced at me, his eyes asking for permission. I hesitated for a moment, my mind racing with conflicting emotions. But then I nodded, my resolve hardening. This was what I wanted. What we all wanted.

I watched as Lily’s body trembled, her hands gripping the sheets beneath her. Her eyes were clenched shut, but her lips parted in a soft moan as Paul hesitated, his cock barely inside her. The tension in the room was palpable, thick with desire and something deeper—something raw and unspoken. I could feel it too, pulsing through me like a second heartbeat.

“Please,” she begged again, her voice trembling. “I need more.”

Paul’s gaze flicked to me, his dark eyes searching for confirmation. I swallowed hard, my own arousal mingling with a strange, almost possessive pride. This was my gift to him. My decision. And yet, watching them together, I felt a surge of something I couldn’t quite name. It wasn’t jealousy—not really. It was more like hunger. A need to see this through, to watch her surrender completely.

I nodded, my voice steady despite the storm raging inside me. “Give her what she wants.”

Paul didn’t need any further encouragement. He pressed forward slowly, his hands gripping her hips as he pushed deeper into her tight heat. Lily gasped, her back arching off the bed as she let out a shaky breath. I couldn’t look away. Every inch he claimed seemed to tighten the invisible thread connecting us all, pulling us closer together.

Her fingers dug into the sheets, her knuckles white with the effort of holding on. But even as her body tensed, I could see the way she craved it. The way she needed it. Her head fell back against the pillows, her lips parting as another moan escaped her throat.

“Oh God,” she whispered, her voice breaking. “It’s so… big.”

I moved closer, my hand resting lightly on Paul’s thigh. I could feel the muscles there, tense and straining as he held himself back. “Don’t stop,” I murmured, my voice low and commanding. “She can take it.”

He glanced at me, his jaw clenched as he fought for control. But I could see the fire in his eyes, the way he wanted to let go. I gave his thigh a reassuring squeeze, urging him on. Slowly, almost painfully so, he pushed deeper until he was fully sheathed inside her.

Lily cried out, her body shuddering as she adjusted to the intrusion. I could see the tears glistening in the corners of her eyes, but she didn’t pull away. Instead, she wrapped her legs around his waist, urging him closer.

“More,” she breathed, her voice barely audible. “Please, move.”

Paul looked to me again, but this time, I didn’t hesitate. “Make her feel good,” I said, my voice firm. “Show her what you can do.”

He obeyed instantly, pulling out almost all the way before thrusting back in with a slow, deliberate motion. Lily whimpered, her nails raking down his back as she clung to him. I watched as their bodies moved together, the rhythm growing faster, more frantic with each passing moment.

My own breath quickened, my pulse racing as I took in every detail. The way her breasts bounced with each thrust, the beads of sweat forming on Paul’s brow, the desperate sounds spilling from her lips—it was intoxicating. I found myself leaning closer, my hand drifting from Paul’s thigh to her hip.

“You’re doing so well,” I whispered, my voice soft but filled with heat. “Let him take care of you.”

Lily’s eyes fluttered open, meeting mine for the first time since they’d started. There was something vulnerable in her gaze, something that made my chest ache. But then she moaned, her head falling back as Paul rocked into her harder, and I saw it—the moment she gave herself over completely.

“Oh God, yes!” she cried, her voice rising with each word. “Right there! Don’t stop!”

Paul’s movements grew more urgent, his breathing ragged as he lost himself in her. I could tell he was close, but he held on, determined to make her come first. His hands gripped her hips tighter, lifting her slightly off the bed as he drove into her with relentless force.

Lily’s cries grew louder, more desperate, until finally, she shattered. Her body convulsed around him, her back arching as she came undone. Paul groaned, his control slipping as he followed her over the edge, burying himself deep inside her as he spilled his release.

For a moment, the only sound in the room was their labored breathing. I stood there, my heart pounding in my chest, as I watched them cling to each other. They looked… beautiful. And somehow, impossibly, I felt closer to both of them than ever before.

But then, as the haze of pleasure began to fade, Lily turned to me, her eyes wide and pleading. “Thank you,” she whispered, her voice trembling. “That was… amazing. But…” She hesitated, her cheeks flushing pink. “I want more. Please.”

Paul’s eyes met mine, a faint smirk playing on his lips even as his chest heaved with exertion. I could see the question in his gaze, the unspoken challenge.

And I knew exactly what to do.