**Forced Bi Cuckold: How My Hotwife Trained Me to Suck Cock and Swallow Every Last Drop**
I never thought I’d be on my knees with another man’s thick cock sliding across my tongue. But here I am — a fully trained, eager cum-eating cuckold who now craves the taste of my wife’s bull almost as much as she does.
It started innocently enough. Like so many married men, I confessed to my wife that the thought of her fucking a bigger, stronger man made me rock hard. She teased me about it during sex, whispering how she’d make me watch, how she’d make me clean her up afterward. What I didn’t realize at the time was that she had been researching *forced bi cuckold* training behind my back. She wasn’t just going to cuckold me. She was going to *break* me — slowly, deliciously, and completely.
The first time she brought Marcus home, I was shaking with a mixture of fear and arousal. She made me sit in the chair beside our bed as he stripped her. The way he handled her body — so rough, so possessive — made my little cuckold cock leak into my panties. Yes, panties. She had me wearing them by that point.
After he fucked her senseless and pumped her full of his thick load, she crooked her finger at me.
“Time for your dessert, baby.”
That was my introduction to creampie eating. I buried my face between her legs while Marcus watched, slowly stroking his spent but still heavy cock. The taste was overwhelming — salty, musky, forbidden. I felt humiliated and more turned on than I’d ever been in my life.
But my hotwife wasn’t satisfied with just making me a cleanup cuckold.
A few weeks later she introduced the next level of my **forced bi cuckold** training.
“Tonight you’re not just cleaning me,” she said, stroking my cheek while Marcus stood naked behind her. “You’re going to clean *him* too.”
She guided me to my knees in front of him. His cock was already half-hard again, glistening with their combined juices. The smell was intense. My wife grabbed the back of my head and pushed my face forward until my lips brushed against the head of another man’s dick for the first time.
“Open.”
I did.
That first taste of cock — warm, heavy, coated in my wife’s pussy cream — broke something inside me. Or maybe it *freed* something. Marcus groaned as I awkwardly sucked him, my wife whispering filthy encouragement the entire time.
“Good boy… suck it just like that. This is what you were made for. You’re not a real man anymore. You’re our cum eater.”
The verbal humiliation mixed with the physical act of servicing a superior cock sent me into subspace almost immediately. My wife noticed. She started getting more aggressive with my training after that night.
Soon “forced bi” became a regular part of our dynamic. She would tie my hands behind my back and make me worship Marcus’s balls while he fucked her. She’d make me beg to taste his cum before he was even close to finishing. She trained me to swallow without spilling a drop.
The first time he came directly in my mouth I nearly came in my cage hands-free. The force of his load surprised me — thick, powerful jets hitting the back of my throat. My wife held my head in place and cooed:
“Swallow it all, my little cum-eating cuckold. Every fucking drop belongs in your belly now.”
I swallowed. And I thanked him afterward like she trained me to do.
Over the following months my transformation became complete. The reluctant husband who once only *fantasized* about cuckolding was now an enthusiastic forced bi slut who got hard the moment he heard the sound of a belt being unbuckled.
I now crave the moment when my wife looks at me with that wicked smile and says, “Get on your knees. My bull needs his cocksucker.”
The most intense sessions are when she makes me lie on my back with my head hanging off the bed while Marcus fucks my throat. She sits on my caged cock, grinding against it while telling me how proud she is that I’ve accepted my true place — beneath both of them.
The ultimate act of submission is always the same: after he’s used my wife’s pussy or ass, I’m expected to clean both of them thoroughly. Sometimes she’ll even make me suck his cum straight from her asshole while she tells me what a depraved little cum guzzler I’ve become.
And I love it.
There’s something profoundly erotic about surrendering completely. About looking up into another man’s eyes while his cock pulses in your mouth. About feeling your wife’s hand on the back of your head as she helps you take him deeper. About the moment his balls tighten and you know you’re about to receive the reward you’ve been trained to worship.
If you’re reading this and your cock is throbbing in your pants, if the thought of being *forced* to suck cock and swallow load after load makes you weak, then you’re exactly like I was.
You don’t need to fight it.
The training is waiting for you.
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