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This is Part 5 in a series, and while it is not necessary to read the preceding parts, it will definitely make more sense if you do! Either way, please enjoy this story. After the change-up last time, this is a return to form with a bit of a twist. Thank you for the comments and feedback, it's all so helpful! If you have any suggestions or requests for future stories, let me know in the comments. Enjoy!
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Peter sat in Diane's kitchen, patiently waiting for her to finish printing their scripts. She had asked him to wait in there, and mentioned that today they'd be recording in there instead of the usual guest-bedroom-turned-recording-studio. Diane has set up her microphones on and around the large marble-topped island in the center of the room, and her laptop was set up on the counter against the wall, next to the sink. The sun was setting outside, filling the kitchen with a warm glow. Last time Peter had been in this kitchen, Diane had let him fuck her for the first time. Last time Peter had been in this house, he and Diane showered together after an unusual session. With those odd, if not arousing memories in mind, Peter eagerly awaited Diane's return from upstairs.
"Sorry for not being ready before you got here," Diane apologized as she entered the kitchen, dressed in tight jeans that hugged her hips and a thin tank top that teased a lacy bra underneath. Her hair was down, falling in loose curls at her shoulders. As she passed a freshly printed script to Peter, he could feel the paper was still warm. "I had a different script planned for today's recording session, but after last Friday..." She pursed her ruby lips as she thought back to that time they spent in the shower. "With what I learned about you that day, I knew I had to write something new."
"What do you mean?" Peter asked, wondering what had changed. After the previous practice session, Diane had invited Peter to shower with her, a change from their usual routine of showering separately and keeping things strictly professional. She tried her best to assert that the mind-blowing sex they ended up having in the shower was just more practice for the audio erotica they sold, but Peter knew it marked a turning point in their relationship. Diane knew it, too.
"This is going to sound maybe a little silly, but I never knew how talented you were at, um, going down on a woman." Diane was referring to Peter eating her out in the shower, a bit of extra foreplay before he fucked her brains out that day. That was the first time I've ever cum from a man going down on me. Now, whether that's more of a testament to your talents, or the lack of talented men I've been with in the past, it doesn't matter. I hadn't put anything in these stories about you going down on me so far, because I figured most guys don't like it, but—"
"I liked it." Peter cut her off. Diane blushed, surprised by his forwardness. She could feel her heartbeat increase, and her peach got hot.
"Right, well, um," Diane tried to gather herself, feeling flustered and aroused. "Well I figured I might as well write a scene that includes you going down on me."
"You really want me to do it again?" Peter smiled, proud of his talents.
"Well, yes! I wouldn't be doing this if it didn't ALSO serve the narrative of the story!" Diane was almost defensive. "And don't boast, you don't see me bragging about how just the other day I practically made you shoot a quart of cum with just a handjob." She playfully whacked his arm with her script. Diane was glad she and Peter had this comfortable of a relationship, that they were able to have such a back-and-forth. He laughed with her before questioning her.
"Well, should we get down to business?" Peter flipped through the script, speed-reading his lines. After only a couple of recording sessions, he'd gotten pretty good at getting the gist of the scene after a few quick read-throughs of the script. Always enough to know what he was supposed to say and do, but not too much so as to spoil any fun or surprise.
"Yes, let's get to it!" Diane clapped. Peter read the blocking directions, which placed him leaning against the island. She stood next to the laptop, and after a shared nod, she pressed a button to start the recording. Peter watched as she walked around to the opposite side of the island from him, took a deep breath to ready herself, and then walked up to him slowly.
"Hey hon, how's it going?" Diane smiled sweetly, making eye contact with him.
"I'm doing well, just curious as to why you asked me to come over today?" Peter had to feign naïveté, as if he didn't know where this was going.
"Well, i was hoping we could get a chance to talk, just the two of us, mother-in-law to son-in-law." Diane knew it wasn't the cleanest way to give exposition to listeners about what the scene was, but who was listening to her audio erotica for the plot? She continued, "You see, my daughter talked to me, or should I say, she complained to me."
"She what? Oh no, what did she complain about?" Peter played baffled.
"Well, please don't freak out, but she said..." Diane pretended to hesitate, unsure if she should even have brought this up in the first place. "She said you're not satisfying her... in bed." She winked at Peter.
"What? She told you that? I—" He sounded panicked.
"Shh, no, no, don't be embarrassed, sweetie. She's your wife, it's good that she's voicing this. It's important that you two satisfy each other, that's a key to a healthy marriage." Diane seemed so maternal, welcoming Peter into her arms, resting his head on her plush bosom. She coddled him for just a moment more before he spoke.
"But, what do I do? Read Kama Sutra?" Peter tried his best not to laugh at how ridiculous that line was.
"No, no, don't worry. I have an idea. How about you show me what you do to her, and I can maybe help you improve." Diane offered. Peter's let out a small "um..." before Diane cut him off to continue. "Don't worry, it won't be weird. I'm your mother-in-law, it's my job to make sure things are running smoothly in your marriage. My daughter's happiness is my top priority. If you're not satisfying my daughter, she's not happy, and if she's not happy, I'm not happy. Just let me see what you do?" She nodded, putting a finger under his chin to lift his head so he'd make eye contact with her. "Does that sound okay?"
"Y-yes. That sounds okay to me." Peter nodded, acting coy. "Just promise you won't tell your daughter?"
"I won't tell if you don't," Diane giggled. "Now, why don't you start by showing me how you go down on her?"
