The "Goose" and the "Gander"

Mel 54 confronts her 61 year old husband Donnie about affair with Amber surrounding the young woman's research and advertising campaign about "Treasure Pills".

In this story, what's good for the Goose is Good for the Ganger.

ThanksJacobRiley49for the editing.

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(Mel's POV) in their basement at their house

I had exposed my husband's affair with a simple response that included his full, proper name "Donald". His face was red with embarrassment, searching for words, not sure if it meant what it meant, not wanting to speak and implicate himself.

"I know about Amber," I said, looking stern, knowing what the assignment was, how I was supposed to choreograph the next two days.

I looked at the sheets we were just discussing, my age (54) height (5'6") and weight (125 lbs) at the top of my dossier and at the top of his the same, 61, 6'2" 215 lbs. It was ironic to me because we had just discovered "Treasure Pills" and spent that last week fucking and sucking more than before we had kids.

His blank stare told me I had all the cards and to play them how I wanted.

"Do you have anything to say for yourself?"

I was cold, I had to role-play in my head that this was a discovery that shattered my world, our trust broken. His analytical mind computing a safe time to have the affair and executing that affair. He was cold, calculated and from what I knew dove in with both feet.

"Mel, Honey...I love you and I'm sorry."

He did love me, I knew that and I loved him.

"Are you, really? Would you not do it again under the same pretences, IF you knew I would find out. I know that's what you were thinking, there was no way you'd find out."

Donnie stared down, busted.

"Don't answer. I know you would, anyone would I mean I've seen the young woman. She's both pretty, smart and has a great personality."

"You've talked to her?" Donnie asked.

I smiled, not answering, then looked sternly toward him, inflecting some hurt into my expression, imagining this was the most egregious thing on the planet, his betrayal of my trust.

"I tell you what, Donnie, my Dear Husband," I started. "What's good for the goose in good for the gander. I'm going to leave for a week, come back and we can continue this discussion."

I smiled and left him in the basement, chewing on a phrase we used often to justify each other's actions after discovery. Like if he buys an expensive Apple watch, I buy the dress I'd been eying and hoping it went on discount, at full price.

I had a suitcase packed and ready. All the things I needed, plus my work items. I turned off my "Life360" gathered what I needed, it was nice and warm, everything was assembled by the door.

I had picked up a light coat; it still felt like summer but where I was going it might be chilly at night.

Donnie unlocked from his frozen state of mind, I knew just giving him the knowledge of what I knew in such a small portion, he wouldn't be able to think for a time. He walked up the steps, knowing full well what my intention was, to even this out, not knowing maybe I already had.

"I'll be stopping at work, taking an Uber to the airport and returning a week from today sometime," I said firmly. "Do not try to contact me, if needed, I'll contact you."

"I understand some of this, but...."

"No! You understand some of this AND..."

"Yes, and...I don't like where it's heading."

"HA! Hypocrite! Maybe I'm leaving you, have things arranged and am flying off to set up my apartment, call my lawyer and start my new life."

I'm the hypocrite now..." I thought.

"You're not, are you?"

"Just tell the kids I'm traveling from work if they actually call."

My backpack on my back, coat over my shoulder, bag in hand and other bag looped over my arm, I took steps that certainly felt like freedom. I hit the garage door button with my elbow and loaded everything into the trunk of my Camry.

Donnie was in the door of the mudroom watching me drive away.

I looked at him when I backed into the street, then looked forward.

"I'm such an asshole." I said out loud.

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(Third Person) - In Colorado as Mel's leaving Iowa

Amber Wattley, 28, was in her apartment after work on a beautiful Colorado afternoon. She had just hiked 3 miles, leaving early since they had just set up the advertisement campaign for "Treasure Pills" and just had to await FDA approval to launch.

She slipped out of her hiking shorts, bra and top and slid into the hot tub on her deck, naked, the wildlife of the area getting a fine show.

"Ohhh..." she moaned getting into the hot water. It engulfed her body, seeping into her cracks and crevices. The sun was starting to lower in the west, shining on her face, shoulders and exposed breasts.

"Siri, play smooth yacht rock," calling out to what she called 'her personal assistant'. "Call Arnold."

The music started for a second, paused for a masculine "Hello" on the call.

"I'm done hiking, bring your fine self over, you have the address, right?"

"Yes, I do," he said, the voice excited and smooth.

"Walk into the kitchen and come out onto the deck," she said. "No clothing allowed."

"Sound delicious, Amber, see you in 20."

She hung up the call.

"Michael McDonald - Fill my soul," she said, as a Doobie Brothers song played, her body sinking into the warmth, one hand sliding downward.

The other grabbed the vape that was close by and took a big pull from it, the cartridge containing some TCH and another substance she had developed and had injected inside. It was meant to lessen inhibitions, targeting specific areas of the brain that controlled judgement, but not areas that were more primal.

"Ohhh..." she breathed out, her fingers sinking into her hole, rubbing over her slit pulsing in and out just an inch.

The phone buzzed.

"Siri answer," she said and the voice of a newfound friend, Mel Franklin, was on the other end.

"Just getting on the plane, wanted to tell you personally."

"Oh Love, you've made my night," she said. "You have my address, come in, strip, and

find me in the house."

"Mmmm...I knew coming to see you first was a good idea," Mel said.

"Melanie, seeing me anytime is a good idea," Amber said and they both giggled.

She hung up and relaxed waiting for Arnold

Again, the phone rang.

"Siri answer,"

"Amber, my wife knows."

"Of course she does, Dear," Amber said calmly, knowing much more than Donnie could ever imagine. "Donald, are you surprised?"

"YES!" he emphatically said. "You had to have told her."

"I didn't tell her anything she didn't already know, Lover," her sultry sexy voice trying to calm him said. "She didn't say she was leaving you, did she?"

"She didn't say that she wasn't, kinda threw that in as a remote possibility."

"Well, then problem solved, Donald, she's gone. You're welcome."

"God Damn it! This is serious," Donnie said.

"There are some things your formulas can't control Donald, and that's the fortitude of a strong woman."

"I guess," he said, then answer her a question. "She's in the goose and gander thing, looking to even the score."

"It's her right, don't you think?" Amber said guiltily. "I mean in one night we fucked like a month's worth, so what's a week?"

"How do you know it's a week?" Donnie asked quickly, sensing something was a little off with this conversation. "Did she contact you somehow?"

Amber lived for these moments, ready to tell a bold-faced lie and control the narrative, throwing him off an actual path with his last questions.

"Seriously Donald, what did you do with the note I wrote? Who pays the cell bill? Does she have access to your texts on other devices? On your phone?"

"I, well..."

"Exactly, it's on you," she said. "Just fucking sit back and wait for her and who knows it may work out the way it's supposed to."

"And she's just going to go out and start fucking for a week?"

"Goodbye, Donald, you're getting redundant. Siri end call. Byeeee!"

"God, I'm a bitch," she said at the same time the door opened and Arnold entered.

She heard the buckle of his pants hit the floor, he moved swiftly towards the hot tub, pulling at his shirt. The 59-year-old mechanical engineer, who she met mountain biking, his body firm and built, hairy with a good bulge.

He moved toward the tub, standing there with his cock fully hard from the anticipation.

"I thought you had problems getting like this." Amber said, staring at 8" of hard throbbing meat. "Bring it here regardless."

He smiled, walked forward, it still rising, almost straight out. Amber crawled up on the edge, her breasts dripping water onto the deck, her mouth salivating, tongue running over her lips. She was testing an erectile dysfunction pill but also wanted to know it's effects on healthy viral men.

All in the name of research, she thought reaching out and putting both hands on the magnificent rod, covering the head with her mouth, looking up at him, her feet hanging over the tub.

"Gmmftt!" she took a few inches and pulled off. "Mmmmm"

Her smile was wide; he had his hands at his side; one reached out and cupped her chin while she moved back to the 'work of art'.

"Gmmftt! Gmmftt!" she pushed down an inch more, wetting it, testing its size against what she'd taken.

"Gmmftttttttttttt!

Straining it slid further leaving just a couple inches, her eyes bugging some, mouth distorted, still staring upwards, spit running down to his balls, nicely shaven.

"Gahmmftt!" she gasped pulling off it one more time. Amber looked up smiling,

"You're ALL mine this time."

She kissed the head, looking up, her hands around him like she was holding a flag.

She inhaled his scent and opened her mouth, relaxed and pushed downward.

"Gmmftt! Gmmftt! Gmmmmffffttttttttt!!!!!!"

Her lips touch his balls, one hand slid under them and pushed over his taint brushing his hole, the other hand went up his flat stomach. She pushed deeper, popped a finger inside his tiny hole.

"God! AMBER! OHHH!"

She pulled back again, the hand on his stomach started stroking from his balls to halfway up and began bobbing on the cock.

"Gmft! Gmft! Gmft! Gmft! Gmft! Gmft! Gmft!"

"Fuck! Woman! OHH! YESSS!"

He shot his load deep inside her throat, she pushed down to his balls again, the cum oozing past her lips, she swallowed him and his seed at the same time.

Amber pulled off him again and began licking the cum that drizzled down his shaft, the mighty member began to wilt a little. She sucked and licked, going down to his balls, getting on the deck slurping him in, one ball at a time.

"Ffuccckkk!" he moaned, head back, letting the young beauty suck him raw, she was paying attention to his cock, worshipping it in fact.

She kissed up his flat stomach, stopping at his hairy chest, sucking on his nipples, Arnold's hands finding her breasts, they're what drew him to her on the trail, her biking shirt very open, the bulbous flesh inviting him to talk and exchange numbers.

Amber invited him to be a test subject on an ED pill, a heck of a line he thought, moving in to kiss her, getting a small taste of himself while curling her head in his large hand. She had one hand resting on his hip, the other massaging his spent cock, flaccid and laying against his leg, her palm rubbing him slowly.

"Mmmm...I'm glad you called," he said, breaking the kiss, her eyes still closed opening to the sound of his voice. "You have remarkable skills."Hmmm...Hmmm..." she said rubbing his cock with both hands now, rating the flavour of his cum, the length, all the data points she'll remember for later and put in a write up.  She had glanced at the clock and was waiting for five minutes from the time he unloaded to make the next move. "I do have remarkable skills, and you have a remarkable gift that I'm going to ride into the night."

"I like that thought."

"It's going to be a reality," Amber said kissing him and pinching the flesh below in her hand, finding his balls, squeezing, brushing his taint and hole and back.

"Ohhhh..."

"Tell me Arnold, what's your average number of ejaculations you have, and the most you've ever had?"

"Mmmmm..." He moaned, her finger lingering at his tiny entrance again, pressing against it, not entering. "I'd put the over under at 2 1/2 each encounter because two for sure, but there are those nights a third is a must."

"Mmm...Hmmm..." Amber cooed and pressed inside his orifice. "Because we're breaking that one tonight."

"OHHH! Well....Ohhh...." She massaged his ring with her finger and thumb, pulling and pushing, trying to jump start his penis. "Five...Ejaculations...After four I'm semi-hard and we squeezed a fifth out, me and my ex-wife."

It had been 10 minutes and he was getting semi-hard, but only about 50% back.

"Here," she said pulling her finger out, breaking his grasp and reaching to the side of the hot tube and giving him a pill and a water. "I'm going to get us a drink. Wine? Bourbon? Mixed?"

"Bourbon on the rocks please," He said taking the pill and drinking the water.

"Arnold, I'm going to have to take a lot of data on you," she said in a coy tone.

"Believe me, I'll be UP for that." they giggled at their middle school moments.

"That's an understatement," she said heading to the bar on the deck, the expansive wooden paradise where she's hosted parties, regular and those sexual in nature.

She had an ice maker in the small fridge, put a double shot of the local bourbon in the high ball glass, staring at his cock, then his mountain air aged face. He was beautiful, she showed him a little backside going to reach up to get her wine glass, the open bottle from last night, poured her glass.

"Splash of water." he said to her, she did one quick from besides the ice and they each hold their glass. "To six times tonight"

He raised his glass to her and just before clinking them she said...

"Or more" with a smile.

"You'd better bring in reinforcements then," he chuckled as they both moved to the hot tub, Amber sliding her hand down his back, over his arse, around to his cock. It was growing. "I've seen what I can do to someone after four."

"Ooo...I've got that covered," she kissed his neck standing in front of him, between the tub and Arnold's body. "Until then, let's fuck."

He smiled, set the bourbon on the edge of the pool and picked her up, not spilling a drop of wine. His hands and his arms were strong, balance perfect walking up the steps and then into the hot tub, the wide tub had very gradual steps into its centre.

Amber looked up into the sky, almost praising God for such a beast of a Lover, ready to be set down.

"Wrap your legs lights around me," he whispered into her ear, she obeyed and he began sliding her down towards the hardness below her. The blunt head pushed into her wet pussy; she was young and tight, but took him slowly.

"OHhhh...Arrhhhnolllddd." She moaned, almost dropping the wine. She slid all the way down, curled her face into his shoulder, the glass behind him as her arms held on, hands between his shoulder blades.

He lowed into the hot tub.

"Ohhh!" she moaned, set the glass down, popped up and dropped on his dick.

"FUCKKK!!!! OHHHH!"

Usually on large cocks she had to wait for her orgasm to build, unlike with women where the mind fuck was as good as the physical, but his being and essence wasn't woman like, but had a similar effect. She'd fucked some athletes in her day, but he

was complete, all muscles in tune to satisfying the woman on his cock.

"Jesusssss! OHHH! AHHHRRRNOLD!!!!"

From her first bounce up and down, he'd created a rhythm using his hands, flexing his thighs and pushing up, pulling her down. His mouth covered hers, kissing Amber passionately and softly, tongues meeting, hers almost gentle then forceful and controlling.

"Ohh..." He moaned before kissing her breasts, looking down and nibbling at her nipples, sucking and teething them.

"Fuckkk..."

She began adding a climb, not noticeable as she gradually got higher before dropping and sliding down.

"OHH! OHHH!!!"

"Fuck, Baby...Ride it!"

The water bounced against the sides, their tempo complete and perfect. Amber couldn't think of a better ride in her hot tub, and she'd gone on many, the build-up was rising, she felt like they were 15 feet above the pool, looking down on themselves fucking in the most passionate, feeling way she'd ever experienced, his full salt-n-pepper hair in her hands, his face in her breasts and kissing her like long time lovers after some sort of separation.

"JESUS! OH! OH! OH!" Amber cried out on four long, hard thrusts. "OH YES! ARNOLD! YESSSSS!"

She came, her body shaking pulling itself to him, holding on tight, his hips still keeping the rhythm, mini thrusting upwards

"FUCK! OH! A SECOND...OHHH!!!"

The wave crashed and a second rose and hit the beach, her fingers dug into his back, his cock drove deep into her. He squeezed her with his hard, flexed arms, his mouth now sucking on her neck.

"Ohhh....Mmmmm..." she did crash with the second orgasm; she couldn't remember the last time a man brought her there twice so fast.

She pulled off him, turned and opened her eyes to Melanie standing, naked in the doorway of the deck. She was expressionless, taking in the coupling.

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Mel's POV - Several hours later after the flight landed, heading to Ambers

The Uber went up into the mountain just a little ways, then back through a scenic drive, had my juices flowing for Amber. We had met, had an amazing two days of womanly sex when we took her on as a client, creating the marketing for her new ED pill. She lit up all of my lesbian candles; one's I had let lay dormant from the day I met

Donnie and got engaged.

I was ready to love her for a week when I heard her voice moaning, mixed with a man's grunts and moans, them fucking on her deck. From the doorway I could see her in his arms, and him walking into the tub with her mounted.

I wanted to walk out; I felt sick; I felt played by a woman I thought I was falling in love with back in Cedar Rapids. I hadn't done the math of her wanting me to be with some of her "test subjects", whoring me out.

I realized he was here for me.

My pussy was wet.

"What's wrong with me," I muttered, the prim and proper, housewife, mother, church leader side of me gave one more attempt to pull me away. I cheated on Donnie with

Amber and now...Donnie thought he was the only one in the wrong.

Then from the deck, Amber's voice - "Jesusssss! OHHH! AHHHRRRNOLD!!!!"

Shaking my head, the noise further served as a light and I was the moth. In an instant, I shoved the married me out the door and set my bags down, my hand going to my breast, unbuttoning my blouse.

My clothes hit the floor. I went all in, trusting this Bo-Ho chemical engineer with my life and love.

The noises heightened while I walked slowly, in a trance almost to the open sliders.

The view of the forest surrounding her house amazing, my eyes on him, his face showed more and more as I drew closer. He was beautiful, her back moving up and down, her arms around him, holding sometimes, on the edge of the tub sometimes.

He caught my eye, raising an eyebrow, then focusing back on Amber moving on his cock. I could hear the rise in her voice, she was nearing orgasm, my hand moving down to my clit, finger playing.

My lover climaxed not once, but twice on the cock of the older man, his shoulders looked as toned as any I had ever seen naked, she turning to me freezing me in the doorway.

My heart raced...

Amber's gaze was rarely surprised, her look gave off expectation, like she sensed I was there, or calculated it in her head most likely, timing her orgasm(s) out perfectly.