Lucy's been part of my Christmases for as long as I can remember. We met when we were five and became best friends immediately, and she spent nearly every day at my house. When my parents found out she was an orphan, they welcomed her in every Christmas to celebrate with us. Even when I married Tom, it never occurred to any of us that Lucy wouldn't be there on Christmas morning, opening presents with us, eating our food and falling asleep on the sofa after too much wine. 

We've always been opposites physically. No one would ever confuse us for sisters. I'm petite, with wavy brown hair that never quite behaves, green eyes hidden behind my glasses, and small tits that I've made peace with. Meanwhile, Lucy's tall and leggy, with blonde hair and brown eyes that crinkle when she laughs. She's got this effortless grace about her. Her boobs are bigger than mine without being huge, and growing up, I was always jealous of them, probably fixated on them a bit too much, to be honest. 

It wasn't until a couple of years ago that things shifted for me. I started noticing her differently. The way her laugh made my stomach flip. How I'd find excuses to touch her, brush against her. The elegant length of her legs, the softness of her body. I spent months in a panic, wondering if I was gay, if my marriage was a lie. But I loved Tom. I fucking loved him, wanted him, and craved his cock and his touch.

Tom's not what you'd call conventionally handsome. He's got a bit of a dad bod, soft around the middle in a way that makes him perfect for cuddling. His mates always said he was punching above his weight with me, but they didn't see what I saw. That charming smile that could light up a room. The wicked sense of humour that had me in stitches. They didn’t notice the way other women looked at him, drawn to something magnetic they couldn't quite name. And they didn’t see his cock. Fuck, his cock was wonderful. 

Eventually, I worked it out. It took much longer than it should have. I'm bi. I can want them both. And fuck, did I want them both.

Christmas Day unfolded with the usual chaos. Lucy stayed over the night before, so she was there when we woke up, already in the kitchen making coffee in her pyjamas. We exchanged presents by the tree, the three of us, surrounded by torn wrapping paper and the smell of cinnamon from the burning candles. I gave Tom his 'official' gifts: a new watch, some aftershave, and a book he'd mentioned wanting. He was pleased, completely oblivious. Lucy got the earrings she'd been eyeing in town, and she squealed and hugged me tight. I let myself hold on just a second longer than I should.

"You seem excited," Tom said later as we were clearing up wrapping paper, Lucy having disappeared upstairs to shower. "More excited than usual."

"I've got one more surprise for you tonight," I told him, running my hand down his chest. "A big one. You're going to fucking love it."

He raised an eyebrow, interested. "Yeah? What kind of surprise?"

"The kind you have to wait for." I kissed him quickly and slipped away before he could ask more questions.

I'd been planning this for months. Every time Lucy hugged me, every time I caught a whiff of her perfume, every time I saw her at the gym in those tight leggings that showed off her arse, I'd been thinking about this. About her. About finally getting my hands on her. I’d told Lucy that Tom wanted a threesome; it seemed a safe bet, what guy doesn’t?  I told her that I wouldn’t feel comfortable with anyone other than her. Lucy hadn’t taken much persuading; she had also been a wild one, not to mention having a disastrous dating life that meant she hadn’t got laid in months. They would both think tonight was for Tom, but this was the best present I could ever have gotten myself. 

We cooked dinner together, the three of us cramped in the kitchen, laughing and drinking wine. I was in a Christmas jumper and leggings, but Lucy had dressed up for the day, or maybe for the night, and was in a tight red dress that hugged every curve, her dark hair loose around her shoulders. I couldn't stop looking at her. The way her lips wrapped around the rim of her wine glass. The curve of her breasts in that dress. The smooth expanse of her thighs when she crossed her legs. 

Tom didn't notice. He never did, my faithful husband. I knew I could trust him around my ridiculously attractive friend; it’s just a pity I couldn’t be trusted around her. He was too busy being his charming self, telling stories, and making Lucy laugh. I loved him for it, and I was grateful for it. It meant I could stare as much as I wanted.

Around ten, I caught Lucy's eye and gave her a small nod. She grinned back at me, a flash of conspiracy.

"Right then," I said, standing up. "Tom, darling, it’s been a long day. Why don't you head up to bed? I'll be there in a minute."

He looked confused. "It's only ten."

"Trust me," I said. "Go get ready for bed. Your present will be waiting."

Understanding dawned on his face, followed by a cheeky grin. "Alright then. Don't keep me waiting too long." He headed upstairs, and I heard our bedroom door close. He’d picked up that his gift was sexual; I could tell in the way he bounded upstairs, but I don’t think he suspected what or who I was about to bring to the bedroom.

Lucy and I looked at each other. My heart was hammering.

"You ready for this?" she asked.

"I've been ready for fucking ages," I told her, and she laughed.

We headed upstairs quietly. Outside the bedroom door, we stripped. I tried not to stare too obviously as Lucy peeled that red dress over her head, revealing the black lace underwear underneath. She was gorgeous. Full breasts, soft stomach, hips that made my mouth water. She unhooked her bra, and I got my first proper look at her tits, nipples already hardening in the cool air. When she slid her knickers down, I caught a glimpse of her pussy, neat and perfect, and I had to resist the urge to drop to my knees right there in the hallway.

I stripped off too, suddenly self-conscious of my petite frame next to Lucy's height and my small tits compared to her fuller breasts. But when I glanced at Lucy, she was looking at me with appreciation, eyes roaming over my body. That helped and made me think my plan might work.

"Come on then," she whispered, and opened the bedroom door.

Tom was in bed, sitting up against the headboard in his boxers, scrolling through his phone. He looked up as we entered, and his jaw actually dropped. His phone tumbled onto the duvet, forgotten.

"Merry Christmas, baby," I said, climbing onto the bed. Lucy followed, crawling up on his other side. We were both completely naked, kneeling on either side of him.

"Fucking hell," Tom breathed. His eyes darted between us, trying to take it all in. "Katie, is this... are you serious?"

"Dead serious," I told him. I was practically vibrating with excitement. Lucy was right there, naked, so close I could feel the heat of her skin. "Do you want your present or not?"

He nodded, speechless. I leaned in and kissed him, slow and deep, feeling his surprise turn to hunger. His hand came up to cup my breast, and I moaned into his mouth. When I pulled back, Lucy was watching us, biting her lip.

"Your turn," I told her.

Lucy leaned in and kissed Tom. He was hesitant at first, but when he realised I was serious about letting this happen, he started to loosen up. I watched, transfixed, as my husband's tongue slid into my best friend's mouth. His other hand came up to touch her, cupping her breast, and jealousy and arousal spiked through me in equal measure. I wanted to touch her. I needed to touch her.

But first things first. I slid down the bed, tugging Tom's boxers down his hips. His cock sprang free, already half-hard and thickening as I watched. I wrapped my hand around his shaft, feeling him pulse against my palm.

Lucy broke the kiss and looked down. "Fuck, Katie, you weren't wrong about him."

I grinned up at her. "Told you. He's got a proper nice cock, hasn't he?"

"Gorgeous," she agreed, sliding down to join me. We were both kneeling between Tom's legs now, faces close together, his prick between us. I could smell her perfume mixed with the musk of his arousal. My cunt was absolutely soaking.

I leaned in and licked up the length of Tom's shaft. He groaned above us. Lucy mirrored me on the other side, her tongue tracing up his cock, and then our mouths met at the tip. For a second, we were kissing around his swollen head, tongues tangling together, tasting him and each other. It was fucking incredible. I was finally getting to kiss her. She was still focused mostly on Tom’s cock, but it was still enough to make me moan. 

We worked him together, taking turns sucking him deep while the other licked and kissed his balls, his shaft, whatever we could reach. Tom's hands were in our hair, his hips bucking slightly. He was making these desperate little sounds that told me he was in absolute heaven.

"Jesus Christ," he panted. "This is... fuck, this is amazing."

I pulled off his cock with a wet pop and looked up at him. "Enjoying your present?"

"Best fucking Christmas ever," he managed.

Lucy took him deep, her lips stretched around his thickness, and I watched her throat work as she swallowed him down. She was good at this. Really good. I felt a spike of possessiveness but also admiration. And fuck, watching her suck my husband's dick was one of the hottest things I'd ever seen.

After a few more minutes, Lucy pulled back, wiping her mouth. She looked at me, and there was something heated in her gaze. "Katie, can I fuck him?" 

Tom’s eyes bulged. “What? Katie, are you for real?”

My cunt clenched. "Yeah. Go on. Fuck my husband. Make him moan your name." 

Tom looked like he was about to faint in shock as Lucy climbed up his body and swung her leg over him. I watched as she positioned her wet core over his cock. I was transfixed as she sank down onto him with a low moan, his tip pushing apart the puffy labia, the shaft gliding through the lips of her vagina until she completely enveloped him. Tom's head fell back against the headboard, and he moaned, a long, drawn-out sigh of pleasure. 

"Fuck, that's good," Lucy breathed, starting to ride him. Her perfect tits bounced with each movement, and I couldn't look away. This was my best friend fucking my husband in our bed on Christmas night. This was so fucking hot.

I reached down and started rubbing my clit. Watching them together was unbelievably hot; I couldn’t help but pleasure myself. I had planned this as an excuse to sleep with Lucy. I really hadn’t expected to find the idea of her and Tom so arousing as well. Lucy's arse rising and falling, Tom's cock disappearing into her wet pussy, the sounds of skin on skin and breathless moans.

But watching wasn't enough. I needed to touch her. It was time to start my part of the evening. 

I moved closer, reaching out to cup Lucy's breast. She gasped and looked at me, eyes wide and dark with lust. Her nipple was hard against my palm. I squeezed gently, then pinched her nipple, rolling it between my fingers. She moaned and ground down harder on Tom's cock.

"Katie," she breathed in surprise. "Oh fuck, Katie." Hearing her moan my name like that almost made me climax right then. 

I leaned in and kissed her shoulder, her neck, anywhere I could reach while she rode my husband. My hands roamed over her body, learning her curves, her softness. This was what I'd wanted. This was what I'd been dreaming about.

Tom was watching us now, eyes glued to my hands on Lucy's tits and the way I was kissing her neck. "Fuck," he groaned. "You two are so fucking hot."

Lucy's movements were getting more desperate, her breathing ragged. I could tell she was close. So was Tom. His hips thrust up harder, and Lucy cried out.

"Gonna cum," Tom grunted. "Fuck, I'm going to cum."

"Do it," Lucy gasped. "Cum inside me." I couldn’t believe how much it turned me on that she said that. 

A few more hard thrusts and Tom's whole body went rigid. He groaned long and low as he emptied himself into Lucy's cunt. She slumped forward onto his chest, both of them breathing hard.

I grinned. Now I had Lucy to myself for a bit, and I knew she was close; Tom hadn’t managed to finish her off. Maybe not surprising when he was so surprised and turned on by having me and Lucy there.

I didn't even wait for them to catch their breath. I was tugging Lucy off Tom's softening cock, pulling her towards me. She came willingly, a surprised laugh escaping her.

"Someone's eager," she teased.

"You have no fucking idea," I told her, and kissed her properly for the first time. I could have stayed like that all night. I deepened the kiss, my tongue exploring her mouth, and she responded hungrily. We were both moaning, hands roaming over each other's bodies.

She wasn’t even questioning my advances. I’m not sure if she was bi and wanted me as much as I wanted her or if she was just turned on and going with the flow, but I took my chance. 

I pushed her onto her back and positioned my vagina over her face and leaned down so I could bury my face between her thighs. The classic sixty-nine. I'd fantasised about this so many times.

Lucy's pussy was right there in front of me, wet and swollen, Tom's cum already starting to leak out of her. I dove in, licking up her slit, tasting her mixed with my husband's spunk. I really enjoyed the taste of Tom, but mixed with the sweeter taste of Lucy, it made a divinely sinful cocktail 

Lucy moaned against my cunt, and then her tongue was on me, lapping at my folds, finding my clit. I nearly came right then and there. A woman's tongue felt different. Softer but more knowing, more intuitive. Or maybe it was just that it was Lucy, and I'd wanted this for so long that everything felt heightened.

I ate her out with enthusiasm, my tongue delving into her hole to scoop out Tom's cum, then focusing on her clit. She tasted incredible, salty and sweet and musky. I was finally getting to play with a woman, with Lucy, and it was everything I'd hoped for. But even as I was losing myself in her pussy, I was thinking about Tom's cock, about how much I loved the taste of his cum. I could never be a lesbian. I loved cock too much and loved the feeling of being filled and fucked. But this? This was the best of both worlds.

Lucy's moaning vibrated against my cunt, and my hips started grinding against her face. Her tongue was magic, circling my clit in just the right way. 

I doubled my efforts, sucking her clit into my mouth, flicking it with my tongue. She was already close from fucking Tom, but I was worried that I wouldn’t be able to push her over the edge, that she wouldn’t be into me enough or that I wouldn’t know what I was doing. 

I needn’t have worried. I could feel the orgasm peaking inside her and feel her body tensing and quivering under me. Her thighs clenched around my head, and she cried out, her whole body shaking as she came. I kept licking her through it, gentler now, drawing it out. The pulsing of the orgasm forced out another few waves of Tom's cum, which I greedily lapped up from her leaking slit. 

When she was done, I flipped around so we were face to face, both of us flushed and panting. I was still worried that now she had cum, she wouldn’t want to keep going, but she was kissing me back as keenly as she had been before. And then I was pulling her into position, our legs tangling, our cunts messing together.

We started to grind against each other, our wet pussies sliding together, clits bumping with each movement. It was messy and awkward and absolutely fucking brilliant. Lucy's head was thrown back, her tits bouncing, and I was holding onto her thigh for leverage as I ground against her.

"Katie," she moaned. "Oh fuck, Katie, this feels so good." Every word made me quiver with excitement. 

I glanced over and saw Tom watching us, eyes wide. His cock was hardening again, rising against his stomach. And there was something in his expression, a knowing look.

He moved closer, kneeling beside us. "You planned this, didn't you?" he said to me, but he was grinning. "You naughty fucking minx. This whole thing. This was for you."

Lucy stopped moving, looking between us, realisation dawning on her face. "Wait, what?"

I met Tom's eyes while still grinding against Lucy, then looked at my best friend. "I've wanted to try this for a few years now. Wanted you. Both of you."

"Katie..." Lucy breathed, and there was something hot and surprised in her expression. "You sneaky bitch." Tom was laughing now. 

"Are you really complaining?" I asked them both.

"Fuck no," Lucy said and reached out to wrap her hand around Tom's cock, stroking him. I leaned in and took him in my mouth, sucking him while Lucy wanked him, and we were still grinding together.

Tom was fully hard again in no time, and he pulled me off Lucy, and I whimpered at the loss, but then he was moving behind me, his hands on my hips.

"Come here," he said, pushing into my pussy from behind in one smooth thrust.

"Oh fuck," I gasped. He felt huge, stretching me open. It was just what I needed after the grinding. He pushed my head back down towards Lucy's cunt and started fucking me hard.

So now I was being pounded by my husband while eating out my best friend. Tom's cock filled me completely with each thrust, pushing me in Lucy, while Lucy's pussy was wet and sweet against my tongue. I was overwhelmed with sensation, barely able to think.

Lucy's hands were in my hair, holding me against her as she ground against my face. Tom's grip on my hips was bruising, his cock driving into me relentlessly. I was building towards something huge, my whole body tensing.

"That's it," Tom grunted. "Fuck, Katie, you feel so good. So fucking tight."

I moaned against Lucy's cunt, and she gasped, her thighs shaking. I could feel her getting close again. I focused on her clit, sucking and licking, determined to make her cum on my tongue while Tom fucked me.

"Katie, I'm gonna... oh fuck, I'm cumming," Lucy cried out, and then she was clenching and shaking, her release flooding my mouth.

The feeling of her cumming combined with Tom's relentless pounding sent me over the edge. My orgasm crashed through me, my cunt clamping down on Tom's cock, waves of pleasure radiating out from my core.

"Fuck, yes," Tom groaned, and then he was cumming too, his cock pulsing inside me as he filled me with his cum.

We collapsed together, a tangle of sweaty limbs and satisfied sighs. I was sandwiched between them, Tom's chest against my back, Lucy's body soft and warm in front of me. My heart was hammering, my body still tingling with aftershocks.

"Best Christmas present ever," Tom said eventually, pressing a kiss to my shoulder.