A fictional story involving fictional characters.
Story takes place a few months after the last episode of "Monk."
As Adrian Monk strode up the sidewalk to the Teeger residence, he was filled with anticipation and some trepidation. It was Tuesday; pot pie night, but it also happened to be his birthday. He loved pot pie night but he was afraid Natalie was planning another surprise party; and he hated surprises. He reassured himself that he had scoped the entire neighborhood and hadn't recognized a single car. In the months since he had finally solved the most devastating case of his career; the murder of his beloved Trudy; Monk had begun to change gradually, revert actually to the man he had been before tragedy entered his life. He had started to take long walks all around the city by himself. His list of phobias had been cut in half. He actually shook hands with some people without a wipe. As a matter of fact he was down to one package of wipes per week. Capt. Stottlemeyer had actually caught Adrian whistling a few times. Monk had rejected reinstatement by the SFPD and chose instead to continue as a paid consultant and to operate the fabulously successful P.I. agency that he and Natalie were now equal partners in. Monk was even helping his brother Ambrose conquer his agoraphobia.
Monk knocked on Natalie's door and heard her voice coming from some distant part of the house telling him to come in. Still suspicious he inched the door open, and seeing no one in a party hat, he stepped inside the house. He called out,"Is Julie going to be jumping out at me?"
Monk heard Natalie yell from upstairs, "No, remember she's in college, she's only her on weekends now. It's just the two of us, I promise." Still not completely trusting her, Monk quickly looked around and was about to sit on the sofa when Natalie asked him to help her with something upstairs. Knowing how he lacked any handyman skills, he grudgingly climbed the stairs.
"Where are you," he called out.
"In the bedroom," she replied. He had been in that room once before when she was sick with a voodoo curse, so he knew right where it was. As soon as he entered the room, the door slammed shut behind him. Monk turned, and there was a breathtakingly beautiful Natalie. She was wearing a short, black lace nightie; just barely long enough to cover her crotch and ass cheeks. Her marvelous, impossibly long legs were completely bare except for a pair of black stiletto heels. He had often secretly thought she had the most amazing legs he had ever seen (even nicer than Trudy's). Her graceful shoulders were naked except for the spaghetti straps and a few wisps of her blond hair. The first thought to cross his mind was not , surprisingly panic, but he wondered how he never realized until this moment how incredibly beautiful Natalie truly was. His lower jaw dropped and he just stood there drinking in her loveliness. Time seemed frozen. Natalie finally spoke, "Happy Birthday Adrian. I'm your gift. You don't have to say a word; just come and unwrap me."
Almost in a trance, Monk approached his gift, and gently reached out with both hands and simultaneously slid the straps off Natalie's shoulders. In one motion the nightie slid slowly down her body and pooled around her feet. She was magnificent. She was completely nude except for a tiny, black thong that tied at each hip. Her breasts were smaller than Trudy's, B cups, but were perfectly shaped. Her pink areolas were capped with jelly-bean sized nipples which pointed slightly upward. Natalie tugged at the ties on her thong and it fell to the floor revealing her perfectly bald pussy. She said to Monk, "I shaved this morning. I wanted it to be perfectly clean for you."
Monk just stood there in a daze. Natalie said, "Now its my turn," and she started to remove Monk's sport coat. Monk stood perfectly still as she slowly unbuttoned his shirt and slid it down his arms. If this was a dream, he didn't want to wake up. Natalie ran her hands through his chest hair and dropped to her knees; lifted each of his feet as she removed his shoes and socks. She unbuckled his belt, unbuttoned and unzipped his trousers and let them drop to the floor. Now Natalie was getting excited because the bulge in his boxers appeared to be quite sizeable. Monk closed his eyes as Natalie started tugging down his shorts.
Natalie had often wondered what attracted a beauty like Trudy to an admitted nerd like Monk, and now she knew...Adrian Monk had the most enormous cock she had ever seen. It flopped out of his boxers like an elephants trunk. It hung down to his knees and had a head the size of a lemon. Natalie had once watched an x-rated video, with her late husband Mitch, that had starred a porn actor named Mandingo. His penis must have been a foot long, but it looked like a hot-dog compared to Monk's salami. The second Natalie touched Monk's penis it sprang to life. It just kept getting bigger and harder until it pointed straight at the ceiling. It almost reached Adrian's nipples. Natalie reached around the monster with both hands (her fingers barely touched; it was that fat) and pulled it down parallel to the floor. She started to lick it like an ice cream cone...starting at the base and trailing her tongue all the way to its tip. After a couple minutes of this, Adrian started to tremble and said to Natalie,"I haven't been with a woman in over ten years."
