The Choice is Yours

Adding a second finger, Harvey began to saw in and out of the well-saturated pussy. It wasn't easy or ideal under the circumstances. Not with Cordelia still wearing her pants. Marveling at how turned on the married woman was from their shared voyeurism, Harvey's disdain for Tyrell Tissle skyrocketed. No man should neglect his wife's sexual needs to chase money and respect. How much respect will Tyrell have when Cordy divorces him?

Removing his hand from the large breast it fondled under her top, Harvey lifted Cordelia's chin so that he could see the needy look in her eyes. Barely able to focus on Harvey, she still heard him repeat his question.

"Want to feel even better?"

"Pl-Please...need...bad...this," the attractive brunette panted.

A lesser man might use that **** demand to extract more from a woman on the verge of cheating. Harvey Diamond wasn't a lesser man. He knew this situation could go one of two ways. Cordelia could experience an explosive orgasm, leading her to decide that she wanted more. Or the married mother could immediately remember her marital vows and the guilt that it brought. She'd walk away, leaving Harvey with blue balls. Either way would be fine with him. Part of Harvey's reputation and success came from not pushing a woman hard for sex. The well-known playboy never resorted to ****, ****, or trickery.

Aware of Cordelia's loud gasps and shrieks from her earlier watching, Harvey assumed that she had a propensity for screaming. Sensing her coming orgasm by the quivering of her body, Harvey covered Cordelia's lips with his own.

It proved unnecessary. While Harvey's mouth muffled Cordelia's cry of pleasure, shrieks of orgasmic bliss echoed from inside the sunroom. Pulling his lips back, Harvey cracked a smile. It sounds like Jennie came all over her best friend's cock.

Leaning back against the cabin's wall, Cordelia's breathing returned to normal as she stared into the night sky. Once in control again--or at least somewhat in control--the buxom brunette lowered her head. Harvey's heart could've melted at the warm smile she shot his way, but it was too damn cold out for anything to melt.

"Thank you," Cordelia said softly. Leaning forward, she issued a slow but chaste kiss to Harvey's lips. "I haven't let loose like that in years."

"My pleasure," Harvey replied, meaning it wholeheartedly. Sensing that his fun with Cordy had ended, he couldn't help but take another swing at the plate. "Care for more?"

The mixture of emotions that crossed the face of Mrs. Tyrell Tissle caused Harvey to admit that he struck out. A second strike came from the start of her hesitant, apologetic reply.

"I'm sorry, Harv. I shouldn't--I can't cheat on Tyrell that way. My--our marriage might not last after Cheyenne leaves, but I need to do this the right way.

"That's fine. I understand." Harvey saw Cordelia's unbelieving face. "Trust me, Cordy, I'm used to getting turned down. It's not a big deal, especially with a woman dealing with your circumstances."

"I doubt that the great Casanova, Harvey Diamond, is used to getting rejected. That goes against all the stories about you," Cordelia teased.

"Once again, trust me on this. Stories are often tall tales," he replied with an aw-shucks manner. "Let me grab one last peek at our performers, and then we can leave."

Talking a couple of steps to his left, Harvey prepared to lean over for his last peek. Instead, Cordelia moving those same steps, and her voice stopped him.

"Harv, I said I can't fuck you, but I'm not going to fuck you over either," the brown-haired MILF stated. Dropping to her knees, she reached for his pants' button.

"Cord, you don't need to do this out of guilt," Harvey responded, feeling a little uncomfortable. He expressed his reason. "I don't want to complicate your marriage further."

"I'd feel even more guilty if I left you hanging." Looking up at his face, Cordelia pulled his zipper down. "Let me."

"If you insist." Harvey's mouth formed that lop-sided grin that sent pitter-patters through many women's hearts.

Pulling his underwear down, Cordelia's mouth opened wide in shock. However, this time no loud gasp or shriek came out. Instead, she stared as her brain misfired. Having dated a fair number of guys before she settled down with Tyrell, Cordelia had seen her share of cocks. Recalling their sizes, she wondered if her memories were faulty or if Harvey's cock was by far larger than any of them.

"At least one story about you isn't a tall tale," Cordelia remarked, tearing her attention away from Harvey's cock to look at his face. "Or maybe it is a tale about something tall."

"You've turned into quite the charmer," Harvey remarked back. He truly meant it as the past bitchy version of Cordelia appeared entirely gone. "But this tall guy also wilts in the cold...and it's fucking cold out here."

"Oops, sorry! I don't want this Diamond breaking."

A sigh of relief left Harvey's lungs as Cordelia's mouth enveloped his member. His spying partner's insistence at giving him relief felt nice. What also felt nice was his poor cock getting out of the freezing wind. Why couldn't this be summer or at least spring?

"Gawd, how does any woman turn this down?" Cordelia questioned, coming up for air. After having sucked on his cock to warm it up, she next extended her tongue. Running her tongue up and down both sides of his rock-hard dick, she moved to play with its head.

"You'd be surprised at some of the reasons," Harvey joked but meant it. Nothing surprised him at this point in his life.

A globetrotting expert in having his cock sucked by women from all nationalities, Harvey liked to think that he'd developed an affinity at deciphering a woman's history based on her blowjob skills. It was almost like a second language to him.

Cordelia went straight to inhaling my cock. That means she's bold and unafraid of its size as she took a sizable amount in on her first attempt. Based on her sucking, she's out of practice. Yet, being rusty doesn't equal a lack of skills. I bet Cordy wasn't a big fan of blowjobs when she was younger; it fits with her self-centered personality back then. But I'd also wager that she secretly wanted to let herself loose. With the way she's licking and kissing my cock, she wants to worship it.

"How does Tyrell not worship you? If you were my woman, I'd have you in our bedroom nonstop."

"He'd rather having me looking gorgeous on his arm than doing this in private," Cordelia stated, stopping her licking before swallowing half of the burning fuckstick.

"He's a damn fool. If you divorce, I want first dips as your next lover," Harvey nearly demanded. Brushing her brown hair out of her eyes, he saw Cordelia smile around his cock at the idea.

Gently holding the side of her head, Harvey shocked Cordelia by beginning to push his cock in and out of her mouth. Hmm, it looks no one has ever fucked her mouth before. What's wrong with so many men?

A playful shriek rang out from the sunroom. Recalling that he'd never rechecked on the adventures of Scott Talbot, Jennie Chelton, and their significant others, Harvey leaned over to peek inside. Taking several long seconds to scan the newest scenario, the playboy chuckled. If I restart my parties, they're locked in as guests.

Having heard his chuckle, Cordelia raised her eyes to study Harvey's face. She could've felt annoyed that he focused on the sunroom rather than her cocksucking, but the brunette grew curious. What could be happening now that caused him to stare so intently? Dropping the dick from her mouth, Cordelia stood up and slid in front of Harvey to peer inside.

Immediately, she noticed that the redheaded sister of Olive, Scott's wife, had moved from the background to the foreground of their view. In fact, she was sprawled over another person only a few feet away from Harvey and Cordelia's view. Inching over, the voyeur eventually saw the head of the other person underneath.

Cordelia gasped. Loudly and in utter shock.

"Finally noticed, huh?" Harvey breathed into her ear.

"B-But their si-sisters!" Cordelia stammered as she watched the two ginger-haired sisters locked in a 69.

"Yes, they are." One could almost hear the grin in Harvey's voice.

"It's in-****," she whispered, almost afraid to say the word.

"Yes, it is," he responded, his cock flexing at the word.

Cordelia didn't know what to say in response.

"I think things are about to escalate further," Harvey nudged his head to the center of the sunroom.

Cordelia didn't understand what her fellow watcher meant at first. All she saw was Jennie slowly riding her fiancé. Strangely, Scott stood behind his female best friend, rubbing his cock over and over. Cordelia could almost swear that he spread lotion over it. Then it hit her as Scott lowered himself behind Jennie.

"Oh, gawd. He's going to put in her butt. At the sa-same time!"

"Yes, little Jennie is very much grown up. Getting DPed by the two men she loves is definitely not for kids. Man, these two are awesome!"

Harvey's voice sounded impressed, almost prideful. A combination that confused Cordelia enough that she pried her eyes away to turn her face around. Even more shocking to her was how calm Harvey appeared. How the hell is he not freaking out like I am? I know he's got a reputation but...oh, gawd, he's done this too!

"You've done this too?" she repeated her thoughts out loud.

"Double penetrated a woman? Sure. DP a woman I loved? Nope. None of them were interested, nor did I have a guy I trusted enough to share my wife or girlfriend with," Harvey replied, somewhat wistfully.

"I...you...I mean...wow," Cordelia struggled to speak as she turned back and forth from Harvey and the scene of sexual debauchery. Taking a deep breath, she slid back over several spots to her right. Facing the cabin wall, she pulled her pants down, kicking one leg free. Spreading her legs, she turned her head to see that Harvey's calm face now showed surprise.

"Cordy..."

"Fuck me, Harv. I need it. Don't worry about Ty, just get over here and fuck me."

The strength and conviction in her voice kept Harvey from arguing any further. Stepping over and behind her, he thanked the Talbots and Cheltons for putting on such a hot show that it kept his cock at diamond-level hardness despite the freezing weather.

Lining his cock up to with her hole, the gentleman in Harvey still had to ask.

"Last chance--"

"Fuck me!"

Harvey did just that. Sliding himself into her steaming oasis, he immediately felt surprised at its tight confines. Geeze, no wonder Tyrell is worry about appearances. He's overcompensating for a small dick.

Understanding that Cordelia had likely never taken on a real-live dick like his, Harvey eased himself in and out gently and at a slow pace. The pleasurable moans coming from the usually composed beauty urged him to go faster and harder, but he held himself in check. A man rarely surprised, Harvey felt that emotion as he fully sheathed himself inside Cordelia. With her tight walls pressuring him to explode early, Harvey had to stop for a moment. Cordelia hardly seemed to notice that his motions had ended as she focused on her breathing.

Harvey felt both sadness but more relief as he sat inside the brunette. Cordy's not a perfect fit. She's a pleasant fit. Thankfully, she's not the one. Having spent his whole life as Prince Charming searching for his Cinderella, Harvey twice had found women that came ever so close to being a perfect fit. One had been his wife, the other his high school girlfriend. Unsure if he'd ever find this special woman or realize it when he did, Harvey was happy that she wasn't a married woman.

Free of the slight fear that he had found his Cinderella, Harvey turned his attention to seeking pleasure. Gripping the hips of the woman in front of him, he began to pick the pace up. Cordelia responded at once with increased moans. As he pistoned faster and harder into the tight pussy, Harvey regretted that this moment came in this setting. He'd preferred a bed or at least a couch to bend the brunette over. Outside, against a cabin wall in the freezing cold, wasn't ideal, but it also wasn't the worst place he'd fucked. Not by a longshot.

His earlier assessment of Cordelia had been correct. She was a loud fuck. Lustful sounds rang out of her mouth. More shocking turned out to be the filth that followed. Harvey loved a filthy mouth while fucking, but these circumstances didn't really allow for it. Conquering cock, plunder this pussy, and make me your slut were the string of words pouring out between grunts, gaps, and moans.

"Hush, Cordy, hush," Harvey ordered into her ear. He was worried that she'd already come close to alerting the cabin occupants of their presence.

"Are you a boy, or are you a man? Fuck me! Fuck that Diamond dick into me!"

Almost like a jockey spurring on a horse, Cordelia's words lit a fuse in Harvey. Resuming his firm grip on her hips, he decided it would be best for their situation and his reputation if Cordelia came hard and fast. We can always perform the sequel in a better location.

Any further goading or coherent thoughts vanished from the cheating wife's brain as the biggest cock ever inside her turned into a machine. With its relentless pounding, Cordelia found her upper body pressed up against the cabin wall. Her hands gripped the log wall, fingers clawing at the wood.

"Ohmigawd! Omigawd! Big...so big!" Cordelia chanted loudly and increasingly louder with each verse.

Having judged his current lover as a firecracker waiting to explode, Harvey misread slightly how long a fuse she had. Later, he'd blame the cold air seeping into his body. All that mattered, for now, was the long "Ahhhhhh" that rang out as Cordelia detonated.

"What's that?" Harvey heard but didn't consciously acknowledge.

Further surprising and impressing Harvey was the second orgasm that erupted from Cordelia.

"Someone is out there!"

This time the sound of other people talking cut through Harvey's horny haze.

"It's a man!"

"And I can see his cock!"

Glancing to his left, Harvey could see two, then three heads up against the glass as they tried to see who and what was happening outside their cabin. Turning to his right, Harvey placed his back to cabin occupants as he pulled out of dick out Cordelia and zipped up his pants within seconds.

Unfortunately, Cordelia had no clue about what was happening. If she did, then she had no energy to gather herself together. All she did was moan at the feeling of emptiness that now consumed her.

"We gotta go, Cordy!" Harvey hissed, receiving no response.

"Wait, is there another person with him?"

"Fucking perverts! Guys, get out there."

"Aw, shit," Harvey sounded. Knowing that Scott and Jennie's fiancé wouldn't take forever to throw on clothes, Harvey had only one option. Grabbing the dazed Cordelia, he scooped her up, throwing her over his right shoulder. With her pants dangling from one leg, Harvey took off running.

Heading the way they came, he knew better than to cross in front of the Cheltons' cabin. With his eyes scanning the treeline, he spotted a small opening. Rearranging Cordelia into a fireman's carry around his shoulders, Harvey made a sharp turn, vanishing into the woods right at the front corner of the cabin, and fortunately, out of the sight of the two men racing to the cabin's front door.

Weaving around this and that tree, Harvey wheezed as Cordelia again became aware of her surroundings. The branches smacking into her might have sped it up. As soon as she started complaining, Harvey hissed at her to be quiet.

Although he worked out regularly, Harvey swore that he'd up his workouts after this incident. After making his way toward the road and away from the two cabins, Harvey slowed down. Helping Cordelia to her feet, he raised a finger to his lips. Nodding in acknowledgment, the cheating wife once again impressed him by how calm she took the situation. Many people would be in hysterics at nearly getting caught fucking while spying on others fucking.

Knowing that they weren't out of the woods yet, both figuratively and literally, Harvey decided their best course. He whispered his plan to Cordelia. Reaching the road, they tentatively peered down it in the direction of the cabins. With the coast clear, they dashed across the street and into the woods on the other side.

Going about fifteen feet deep, Harvey and Cordelia began to work their way toward the lakehouse slowly. It was slow going as there wasn't a path, and they needed to be quiet. Their caution proved correct when they heard voices and paused.

"You see anybody?"

"No, the freaks must have gotten away."

"You get a good look at them?"

"I'm not even sure if there were two or just the guy. And all I saw was the back of his head. I think Olive got a good look."

"Let's head back and see."

Waiting a solids minute, Harvey relaxed. Cordelia watched in confusion as he led them out of the woods and onto the road.

"Now's the time for us to hurry," he explained, setting off in a jog that the brunette copied.

They'd nearly reached the lakehouse's driveway when Harvey threw his arm out, stopping both of them. Cocking his head to the side, he sharply turned around.

"Act as if we're just leaving Giles' driveway," he directed.

Cordelia did as he said but didn't know why. Suddenly, she understood as lights flashed along with a single siren whoop. Feigning surprise, both jumped slightly before turning around.

A forest service SUV slowed down as it approached. Harvey raised a hand in greeting as a voice over the loudspeaker ordered them to stay as they were. Reaching their spot, the passenger side window rolled down.

"Strange night to be out for a walk, folks. Care to explain what--oh, hi, Mr. Diamond!"

Stepping over to the vehicle, Harvey lowered his head to see the driver. Unsure whether to be pleased or not, he kept his face locked in a curious expression.

"Howdy, Ranger Dempsey. Is there a problem?" Harvey inquired of Shane Dempsey.

Part of a batch of relatively young and fresh-faced rangers that Chief Ranger Zebulon Colburn took under his wing to train, Shane seemed the likeliest to wash out of the service. A handsome, athletic man, the twenty-five-year-old blond could be considered the ranger stud of Wasp Lake Park. Somewhat lackadaisical in his duties, Harvey had heard Chief Coburn complain tirelessly about Shane. The young man seemed more interested in sleeping with tourists than doing his job.

"Hell of a lot of them, Mr. Diamond," Shane complained.

"How so?"

"This wind is knocking down branches like crazy. And it's supposed to pick up and get even worse in the next hour or so. The chief has us going around to every cabin, checking to see which ones are occupied, and warning them that they might be trapped for a day or more. Power outages are a certainty."

"Yeah, I noticed the branches coming down earlier. I cleared several large ones off the road on my way over here. Myself and several friends are at the Vandermeers for a poker game," Harvey explained, piquing Shane's interest.

"Poker game? You win a lot?"

"Sadly, it's not my night. The rest should be finished soon. I want to head back to my place before the weather gets worse."

"That's probably a--" Ranger Dempsey abruptly stopped talking as his radio crackled.

"Shane, are you done at the Cheltons?" the radio voice inquired.

"I'm not even there yet," he replied.

"What? You need to hurry so that you can check up on Roger," the voice sounded as if it was scolding Shane.

"Calm down, Nelly. I stopped to check on a couple walking near the Vandermeer place."

"Are they the ones that Jennie called about?"

"Naw, it's Mr. Diamond and one of his lady friends," Shane replied, rolling his eyes at Harvey. "I doubt he's creeping around cabin windows."

"What are they doing out in this weather?" Nelly questioned.

Looking over at Harvey, Shane shrugged. He clicked the radio on and held it out toward the other man.

"I'm not with one of my lady friends, Nelly. This is Cordelia Tissle...Giles Vandermeer's sister," Harvey clarified. "As I told Shane, a few of my guests are down here playing poker at her brother's lakehouse. We came out to clear any branches from the road before we left. What's this about Ranger Kaswakoski?"

"Roger's checking on cabins, Harvey. He hasn't checked in, and I'm--"

"He's fine, babe. Roger's probably chatting with one of the cabin owners and their guests. You know how he gets," Shane cut off Nelly. It was his calling Nelly babe that stoked Harvey's interest.

"Well, get your ass moving. Talk to Jennie and then go find Roger!" Nelly practically screamed into the radio.

"Yeah, yeah, I'm on it," Shane replied. Turning back to Harvey, he continued, "Roger's fine. Nelly's just worked up because she's known the old guy since she was little." Shane started to put the car back in drive but stopped. "Say, you two haven't seen anybody else around, have you?"

"Actually, District Attorney Stratton mentioned seeing a man lurking outside the lakehouse when left for my place. Or I should say that his daughter's boyfriend saw the man," Harvey revealed.

"Really? That's interesting. Maybe the Chelton hottie isn't imagining things after all. Well, I gotta go. Have a nice night."

Harvey watched as the SUV pulled away and out of sight. Turning to look at Cordelia, he breathed a sigh of relief.

"That was close. If it had been Ranger Duffy or the new guy, Netland, they might have dragged us down to the Cheltons," Harvey explained.

"Dempsey might be handsome, but I don't know if I've seen a worse ranger out here," Cordelia commented. "He didn't even ask for a description of this man."

"He's kind of lazy and more worried about women. Still, I've seen worse rangers," Harvey recalled. "Although, if he's fooling around with Nelly Egger, Zeb's going to crack down hard on him."

"Huh? Oh, right, she's old Chief Egger's granddaughter."

"Yep. Zeb already treats most of his charges like family, and Nelly is almost like his own niece."

"Gawd, I hope Olive Talbot didn't see your face," Cordelia said as they walked over to the driveway.

"Me too. And I'm too old to be traipsing through woods like we're our daughters," Harvey grumbled, feeling his age for once.

"Do you seriously think our daughters would be running around in the woods?" Cordelia laughed at the image.

"If it included a hot guy, then yes, Whitney would race around the woods. Probably naked."

"Shit, I bet Cheyenne would too."