When My Wife and Her Friend Taught Me Oral Sex in College

Hey Forum,

I wanted to share a memory from my college days, a time when Annie (now my wife) and our roommate Liza decided to give me and Liza’s boyfriend, Jason, a bit of an “education.” It was all about learning how to properly service a woman during a facesitting session—and, of course, it turned into something more intense than either of us expected.

The night started pretty straightforward. The four of us had been hanging out in our shared apartment, and Annie decided that Jason and I needed some “lessons” on oral sex. Before I knew it, she had us laying down side by side on the living room floor, heads tilted back, while she and Liza hovered above us, looking like they had a plan. They said it was time we learned how to properly please them while they sat on our faces.

Annie straddled me first, her perfect pussy pressed against my face, and Liza sat herself on Jason’s. We were given simple instructions: do your best, and don’t stop unless told otherwise. As I got to work, I could hear Liza giving Jason instructions next to me, her voice calm but demanding as she told him what she wanted more of, what he was doing wrong, and occasionally offering a pleased sigh. Annie, meanwhile, was giving me more feedback than usual, reminding me to stay consistent and telling me when I was getting it right or slipping up.

It was weirdly intimate, being taught next to my friend like this. I could hear everything Jason was doing, and every now and then, Annie would pause and comment on his progress—or lack thereof. It was hot, hearing her critique his work on his girlfriend while I tried my best to keep her satisfied.

But then, things took a turn. Without warning, the girls decided to switch faces. I suddenly felt Liza’s familiar warmth as she sat down on me, and Jason found himself face-to-face with Annie. Now, this wasn’t the first time Liza had used my mouth—far from it. Liza and Annie had a whole arrangement going on, something that kept our rent situation smooth. Essentially I was freeuse for Liza for a few months, and Annie’s 1/3 of the rent was covered, but that’s another story for another time.

Still, even though I was used to servicing Liza, there was something thrilling about it this time. I could feel the tension between us, the mix of familiarity and expectation. She was much more demanding tonight, likely wanting to impress Annie with her teaching skills. I did my best to keep up, my tongue working hard while Liza gave precise feedback, shifting her hips to guide me exactly where she wanted my attention.

Meanwhile, I couldn’t help but glance over at Annie and Jason. He was giving it everything he had, but I could tell Annie wasn’t going to give him the satisfaction of a “good boy” no matter how hard he tried. She was riding his face, making him work for it, but she kept telling him how awful he was. It was strange, watching someone else fail to please her while I knew exactly how to do it. But it wasn’t just hot—it had an effect on him. Jason was just as hard as I was, despite her relentless criticism.

A lot more happened that night, but I’ll leave it at this. This letter is about learning how to be better at providing oral when she wants to sit on my face. And that night was definitely a lesson in more ways than one.

Until next time,

Zeek