**Forced Bi Cuckold: How My Wife Turned Me Into an Obsessed Cum-Eating Slut**
I still remember the exact moment the switch flipped. My wife Sarah was on her back, legs spread obscenely wide, while her bull Marcus drove every thick inch of his superior cock into her soaked pussy. The wet, filthy sounds of him stretching her filled our bedroom. I was kneeling in the corner like the pathetic cuckold I was, cock leaking in my cage, when she looked straight at me with that wicked smile and moaned:
“Tonight you’re not just cleaning me up, baby. Tonight you’re going to suck his cum straight from the source.”
That was the night I officially became a forced bi cuckold. The night I stopped pretending I didn’t crave the taste of another man’s load.
It started innocently enough — or at least that’s what I told myself. Sarah had always been the dominant one in our marriage. After years of vanilla sex that left her unsatisfied, she confessed she needed a real man with a big cock who could fuck her the way she deserved. I was stunned, humiliated… and harder than I’d been in years. That first time watching her get railed was pure torture and ecstasy. The way her eyes rolled back, the way she screamed when she came on his dick — it broke something in me. Or maybe it woke something up.
After Marcus filled her with the first creampie I’d ever seen, Sarah simply pointed between her legs and said, “Clean it up.”
The moment my tongue touched her cum-filled pussy, I was lost. The salty, thick texture of another man’s seed mixed with her sweet juices made my locked cock throb painfully. I licked and sucked like a man possessed, swallowing every drop while Sarah stroked my hair and called me her “good little cum eater.”
But that was only the beginning.
Once she realized how completely the taste of cum turned me on, Sarah became relentless. She started training me for real forced bi service. At first it was just cleanup — I was required to lick every single drop of cum from her pussy and ass after every date. Then she began making me kiss her immediately after she’d swallowed a load, pushing the remnants into my mouth with her tongue in a degrading snowball that left me shaking with lust.
The first time she made me touch Marcus’s cock, I hesitated. She grabbed me by the hair and pushed my face right up against his heavy, cum-covered shaft.
“Lick it, cuck. This is what you are now.”
The musky taste of his cock mixed with her pussy juice was overwhelming. I licked. I sucked. I gagged as she forced more of him into my mouth while she whispered in my ear, “Good boys eat cum. Are you going to be my good boy?”
I broke completely that night.
Now I’m fully trained. When Marcus comes over, I greet him on my knees. I suck his cock to get him hard for my wife. I hold her legs back while he breeds her. And when he’s ready to cum, I open my mouth like the desperate cum slut I’ve become. Sometimes he finishes inside her and I perform my cleanup duty while he laughs. Other times he pulls out and paints my tongue directly, making me show Sarah the load before I’m allowed to swallow.
The humiliation is constant. The taste of his cum is now permanently burned into my senses. I’ve learned to crave it. I get hard the second I hear that familiar groan he makes when he’s pumping seed into my wife. My body has been conditioned — the taste of cum now equals pleasure.
Sarah has taken my training even further. She keeps a spreadsheet of every load I’ve consumed. She makes me thank Marcus after every mouthful. Some nights she locks me in chastity for weeks and the only way I’m allowed to cum is by humping her foot while sucking cum out of her used pussy. The orgasms I have in that state are the most intense I’ve ever experienced.
This is what forced bi cuckold training does to a man. It strips away your ego. It rewires your sexuality until you genuinely prefer the taste of another man’s cum to your own. Until you feel genuinely grateful when a superior bull allows you to swallow his load.
If you’re reading this with a racing heart and a leaking cock, you already know the truth. Deep down you don’t just want to watch. You don’t just want to clean up. You want to be *used*. You want to be on your knees with your wife’s bull’s cock resting on your tongue while she tells you what a perfect cum-eating cuckold you are.
The craving is already inside you. All you need is the right woman to bring it out.
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