Cucked In Sunriver

One of my favorite cuckold stories on Literotica is "Cucked in Key West" by killerwhale420. He wrote the fifth chapter 2 and a half years ago and has not finished the story. I tried to contact him with no avail. This story is my own but I give credit to killerwhale420 for inspiring it. I'm sure there are other stories with the same trope out there but I haven't read them yet. As the title implies this story has cuckold themes. If you hate cuckold stories then you shouldn't read this. Otherwise, I hope you like it.

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"Oh god, finally," I said out loud to myself. A shot of embarrassment ran through me as my first spurt flew over the cup and onto the floor of the private room much like trying to nut on my wife's face but blowing over her head and in her hair. What a demeaning situation. I was having my sperm checked at a fertility clinic. Amy and I had been trying to conceive now for six months with no luck. This is my second visit this month as a follow up to my first visit which showed a very low sperm count.

"What were you thinking about in there?" Amy asked with a grin as we waited for the results.

"Remember last week when you put on that lingerie and postured so erotically on all fours for me?" She nodded with another grin. "Yeah, that wasn't it. I was imagining Gisele Bündchen sucking my cock and looking up into my eyes." Amy looked pissed and hit me on my shoulder.

"Jake!! You asshole, no more lingerie for you."

"Can't take a joke, huh?"

The doctor finally walked in with the results. "Well, I couldn't see many swimmers. You probably have a few viable ones per million but it's difficult to tell. This makes it very difficult to get pregnant naturally. If you want you could try IVF for better results."

"His insurance doesn't cover that and we can't afford it," Amy stated. "We'll just keep trying I guess." She looked sad and depressed. I felt a rush of humiliation from the comment. I wasn't providing for my wife like I should. If we were better off financially we could do the IVF and have our first child. My job as a restaurant manager was enough to get by and pay the bills but not much more. Amy worked at a drug store part time which keeps us in the black but she also has some expensive wants and needs. She drives a fairly expensive BMW, gets her hair and nails done professionally, likes to go out to eat often, as well as going out with our friends often. All that chews up our extra money quickly.

"Let's go get some lunch. That should cheer you up. We can talk about our vacation. You know the fresh mountain air might just be what I need to knock you up."

Over lunch we discussed the possibilities for having kids. We also daydreamed about the vacation my father was taking my family on. It was a trip to Sunriver, Oregon. It's a resort in the high desert near the Cascades of Oregon near Bend, Mt Bachelor and the Three Sisters. My dad Norm was a lawyer and is paying for most of the trip which helps out a lot. He's 65 and a widower since my mother died unexpectedly 5 years ago. He generously offered to bring us, my brother Chris, and my sister, Sharron, and her husband, Devon.

We all live in the same area near Boston so we flew from Logan to Portland, then to Redmond, OR where we would pick up a rental and drive the half hour to Sunriver. Rich folks had the option to fly into the tiny airport in Sunriver with their private jets, but that ain't us. My brother Chris works for a construction company and probably could buy his own ticket but that's about it. Maybe another for a hot chick though. He's single and a manwhore. My father used to make good money he's retired now but he's pretty frugal so basic economy is what we flew.

"The uber is scheduled to arrive at 9:30 and the luggage is in the driveway. More coffee honey?" I said winking at Amy and smiling, proud of myself for being so organized.

"You're so organized honey," Amy said patronizingly but also as a joke. She knows I'm proud to be organized.

Why she loves me so much I don't know. She's the hottest girl I had ever dated. We came from the same high school and ended up going to the same small state college. She was on the track team with me in college. I ran the 200 meter and 400 meter plus some relays. She ran the 1500 and did high jump. I stared at her constantly. Her body was slim but toned with the small breasts that I prefer and an angelic face framed by dirty blonde hair when it wasn't in a ponytail that swung wildly when she ran.

One of her girlfriends urged me to ask her out. I thought I was being setup for a hurtful joke. I'm 5'8" and not especially handsome or built although I do have an athletic form. She wouldn't go out with me, would she? I bit the bullet on the off chance she'd say yes. I can take humiliation since I had experienced it all through my childhood. To my surprise she agreed to a date. I was intimidated at the time but we ended up having a great time. I didn't push for sex. Amy finally tackled me after our fifth date.

Sex with Amy was great but the intimacy was even better. We were falling in love. When she met my family I felt like they were impressed that I had such a beautiful girlfriend.

"Well Amy, how'd you end up with this loser!" my brother Chris said trying to get a rise out of me. "Haven't seen you since high school."

Chris has been the bane of my existence. My older brother has always been bigger and stronger than me. He started bullying me shortly after kindergarten. He was cruel to me my entire childhood often beating me up for no reason. My parents seemed to take his side in most cases since my father was his biggest fan. Chris was a star peewee football linebacker and continued playing right through college.

He earned a degree in psychology which he never used. Instead he started working in construction. This caused him to remain fit and strong if not stronger. He eventually ventured into his own business becoming a contractor but that failed when he thought he could just collect money and party. The work his crew did was shoddy and not done on time. When business started to dip he resorted to ripping people off. Word got around and he eventually lost the business and went bankrupt. He still works construction as a subcontractor usually doing drywall. It keeps him fit but is going to slowly beat him down.

My sister and her husband, Sharron and Devon were joining us in Sunriver a day late due to a wedding Sharron was in.

"Chris and Dad should be here by now." I said looking at my watch frowning. Just then the door to our kitchen opened.

My father, Norm, stepped in first. I could smell the minty breath from his favorite hard candy. Growing up he would leave the wrappers everywhere. I assumed he wanted minty fresh breath. He's a big man like my brother. Six foot two with a large frame and still very fit. I often wonder why I got shafted in the area of size. He gave Amy a long full body hug.

"You ready for some fun?" he grunted as he picked her up in the hug and set her down. My father has always loved Amy and treats her like his own daughter.

Chris had stepped in behind and waited his turn for a hug. As they hugged, with his hand precariously close to her ass, he said, "Has my brother been treating you well? You know if he fucks up I'll take his place!!" They both laughed off the jab at me while still hugging for that extra time to rile me up. It's been this way ever since we've been together. Chris flirting with Amy is a constant issue but worse is her lack of trying to nix it. Amy will giggle, blush, and slap his shoulder but will never tell him to stop. We've talked about it and she says I have nothing to worry about and that he's my brother of course she isn't going to make waves. It's just annoying.

When we boarded our flight to Portland, the seats were in the same row but one was across the isle. So I started to slide in but my brother grabbed my shirt.

"I get the window seat, dink. Amy sit next to me." So Amy smiled and slid in to the middle seat. I looked at Dad and he winked at me and sat in the third seat.

"I wanted to talk to Amy on the way, you don't mind, do you son?" I shook my head but felt a twinge of humiliation as I was forced to sit on the other side of the isle while my wife was wedged between two other men.

The most annoying part was that I couldn't hear anything they talked about. Every so often one or all of them would look over at me like they were talking about me. All I could do was smile and nod. At one point I noticed my brother and Amy in an animated discussion. I wish I knew what it was about. Then Chris was trying to calm Amy down while putting his hand on her knee. I almost went over to find out what was going on but thought better of it. My father chimed in with the first intelligible words so far.

"I want a damn grandchild!" Amy looked flustered and began whisper yelling so I couldn't hear again.

When we changed planes in Portland I told Amy she had to sit next to me, period. The plane we boarded was a nine seated turboprop. A plane so small we had to board from the tarmac. There were no assigned seats so I pulled Amy to the last row and sat her on the window side with me next to her. Dad and Chris looked angry but went ahead and sat in the row in front of us.

"I want to know what you three were talking about," I said in a serious tone. Amy looked mortified that I had asked.

"Babe, I understand why you need to know, but now is not the time or place to start. I promise once we are settled in Sunriver I'll debrief you." I nodded, deferring to my wife's good judgment. She rubbed my leg and smiled while looking into my eyes. Before she pulled her hand away she brushed her fingers over my crotch causing the inevitable tent, but that was it. She could have teased more or attempted a mile high handjob but left me hanging again.

We landed safely and picked up our rental car. Dad asked me to sit next to him and set the GPS on my phone. I didn't realize it at first but he knew how to get to Sunriver. There's just one road straight from Redmond to Sunriver. Plus there was a GPS in the car. It was all a ploy to get me to sit up front. But why. A few minutes into the trek I could hear a hushed conversation going on in the back seat. I couldn't quite hear any words as they were keeping it to themselves. My Dad snuck a quick look over at me since I had gone silent trying to hear what was being said.

"Why don't you turn on the radio son?"

"No, it's okay Dad." I was looking in the vanity mirror trying to read lips and hear words. My father turned on the radio anyway. I gave up my attempt to glean any information from their conversation, but it was obvious to me that it was an intense discussion.

The GPS brought us into the resort and straight to the front door of our vacation rental. It was directly in front of the Deschutes River.

"Wow, it's beautiful here!" I said despite my current aggravated mood. We went inside to look around before unloading luggage. The house was gorgeous. Large windows looked out over the river with a backdrop of Mount Batchelor. I could see almost constant rises on the river from trout attacking the mayfly hatch. The house itself was immaculate with mostly white walls and furniture making it bright inside. The setting sun was shining through the large windows turning the walls bright yellow. The deck had a large barbecue, a hot tub, and some Adirondack chairs. The main floor had an open concept kitchen and living room with a vaulted ceiling and a walkway where the upstairs bedrooms were. The downstairs had two more bedrooms and a game room with a pool table.

"Sharron and Devon have a bedroom upstairs and I'm taking the other. Chris, you're downstairs in the queen and Jake and Amy get the downstairs King. They're all en-suites. Let's get unpacked and head over to the lodge for dinner," Dad said in his usual authoritative voice.

Dinner was excellent and took my mind off other things until we returned to our temporary home for a nightcap. It was nearly midnight eastern time so we all were wiped out and went to bed. I still wanted to talk to Amy but she blew me off for sleep.

The next morning a load of groceries arrived by delivery so we cooked breakfast. Sharron and Devon would arrive this afternoon.

"Babe," Amy uttered, "now we can talk, are you ready?" I wasn't feeling optimistic about this conversation.

"Um, I was thinking it would be in private," I said with a hint of agitation.

"I can't have this conversation without moral support from Norm and Chris," she replied nervously. I nodded.

"I see, it sounds pretty serious. Are we getting a divorce?" I said it smiling hoping I was joking. Amy smiled back, then frowned.

"Let me start by saying I love you deeply." My stomach sank at the impending doom I felt following such a statement. "I know you're aware of how important having a family is to me." My blood pressure shot through the roof and I could feel my face flush. What could possibly be next except, 'I have to leave you.'

"During the trip Norm and Chris brought up a possible solution to our baby problems." Amy looked frightened and I almost felt for her but then...

"You discussed our personal problems with MY family?" I was livid and I'm sure my face was now beet red. Amy shifted in her seat while Dad and Chris stood like silent statues.

"Relax Babe. They pulled it out of me. I couldn't lie to them. They were just curious. I'm sorry if it's hard to deal with them knowing but it was inevitable." My face was in my hands. I wanted to cry but not in front of my father and asshole brother. I mustered some poise.

"So you just wanted to tell me that they know about our problem?" I said. Chris cleared his throat.

"Jake, it's no big deal that you can't produce a baby for Amy...." Amy cut him off.

"Oh shit, no, that sounds shitty. Chris, please don't talk anymore. Babe, I love you and I want to raise a family with you. I'm hoping you want the same thing. We always dreamed of a family of our own." Amy looked at her hands. She was nervous as hell.

"I don't understand what's going on here! What are we talking about!!!! I can't seem to be able to get you pregnant and we can't afford IVF. What are you asking me?"

In a low stammering voice Amy started to explain. "If someone with a close dna to yours was willing to get me pregnant then we could have children that look like you and would be nearly the same as if you were the father. Would that be something you could consider?" My mind spun. I had to decipher what she meant. Oh fuck!!

"You want my father to inseminate you?" She looked sideways at Chris and the other possibility hit me. "Chris? Fuck!!" I couldn't take the humiliation anymore. I hopped off my stool and headed to our room.

Apparently Amy remained in the kitchen to either finish her breakfast or scheme with the guys. I had a half hour or so to wallow in self pity and reminisce about my marriage. Things had been perfect until my baby batter failed me. Our marriage was the envy of all our friends. We were happy, very, very happy. In a matter of a few months the whole relationship was questionable.

Thinking it over and replaying it in my head brought me some clarity finally. As horrible as the prospect was, if I didn't produce a family for Amy she would likely divorce me. I couldn't bear to lose my wife because I was too vain to solve our problem the most logical way possible. But CHRIS!! He is the last person I'd want to be indebted to. But more importantly, he's the last person I would pick to screw my wife.

Amy finally slunk into our room sheepishly. As an olive branch I broke the silence.

"Explain how this plan would work."

Amy averted her eyes in guilt. I thought she was about to cry but every time I think she's going to cry she steels herself for a serious conversation.

"Penis in vagina and bingo, a baby. Simple enough." She flashed a tense forced smile. She sighed deeply. "I know it's not that simple but the end result is what we should focus on. I know this isn't ideal but I really want this." I was taken aback by her blunt statements, but it was starting to make sense until Chris's smug face flashed through my brain.

"Why can't we just harvest some sperm from him and use a turkey baster to get it into your womb?" I said knowing I had a valid plan to avoid sexual contact with Chris.

Amy sighed deeply, "Chris will only do this if he gets me pregnant the old fashioned way." I was pissed. My own fucking brother can't just help me out.

"Why can't my father do the deed? He's got the same DNA."

"Norm is the one that pitched the idea to me. It came up organically when he asked if we were pregnant yet. I'm sorry Babe, but I told them you had fertility issues. Norm is so much older and might not even be fertile anymore. I just wouldn't be comfortable with an older person providing the sperm. He suggested getting knocked up by someone younger. That's when Chris volunteered to be the donor." That made my blood boil.

"Volunteered!!!? To fuck you? That's all he's ever wanted!! He'd give his left nut to cum in you and you know it."

"That's a good thing, Babe. He's very willing to impregnate me and let us raise his biological child. It's free. We get a child no strings attached. Chris said he's never wanted children and never will. I shook my head and pursed my lips. I didn't like it. But it seemed like our one chance to have a child and save our marriage.

"If we go through with this, it will need to be legal. Maybe Dad can get something written up. Assuming we go through with this, explain the how, where, when, and all the logistics."

"I already told you the how. Chris thought that this week would be convenient since we're here together, not working and sleeping in the next room. I could slip over to his room, do the deed and end up impregnated!!" Amy's statement hit me like a ton of bricks. "He doesn't want money or thanks or favors but he does have something he wants." I was just getting close to saying yes, now for the demands.

I sighed heavily and shook my head in exasperation. "What is it, don't tease me anymore."

"He wants me all week, to do whatever he wants. I sleep in his room. We act like a married couple. He orders me around like some sort of submissive slut. You and I have to agree to this or he bails on the whole thing."

"But you could get pregnant the first time! He thinks I'm going to let him fuck my wife all week?" Amy's eyes started welling up. A tear escaped down her perfect cheek. My heart started to break. Amy rarely cries. It literally hurts me if she cries.

"Please Babe!! I want a baby so bad, please!! Nothing will change between us. I love you too much, I swear you won't regret it. It's only a week!! Pleeeease!!!"

'Famous last words,' I thought. I knew one thing for sure, my wife would divorce me if we can't have children.

"Logically this seems like the best option for our circumstances, but the whole thing sucks for me. It's going to be a long week of humiliation." I shook my head with my hands in my hair.

"That means YES? Oh my god, THANK YOU, THANK YOU, THANK YOU!!!!" Amy jumped into my arms and kissed my face all over then kissed my mouth with jubilation. It was a moment of pleasure for me to see her so happy. I just hoped I could get through this. Amy stopped and looked me in the eyes. "I have to go tell Chris and Norm." She jumped out of my arms and ran.

I could hear the excitement up in the kitchen and muffled talking. In the back of my head I had this awful feeling that Amy couldn't wait to fuck my brother. I chalked it up to my self defense mechanism but it was making me nervous. My stomach was churning like I was a kid that did something terribly wrong, laying in my bedroom, waiting for Dad to get home.

I worked up the nerve to show my face in the kitchen. When I arrived the room went from electric excitement to subdued silence. I looked around the room defiantly. Chris broke the silence.