(fictional story about fictional characters in the public domain)
This story takes place after the last episode of the series.
As Sharona Fleming went over her final wedding arrangements in her head, she couldn't help pausing and, once again, be amazed at how immensely the Dexter Larson case had affected her life. Dexter Larson had been the Hugh Hefner-like figurehead of Sapphire Magazine, and had been proven by Mr. Monk, her former boss, to be the murderer of one of his centerfold models. Larson had almost escaped punishment by blackmailing Monk into dropping the case.
Larson had obtained the negatives and prints of a photo-shoot Sharona had posed for many years ago when she was struggling to pay her bills, and threatened to make them public unless Monk stopped aiding the police. She knew Adrian, that dear sweet man, had seen the photos and agreed to stop. As exasperating as Adrian could be, he was compassionate and totally loyal to his few friends. Sharona had insisted that Adrian do whatever was necessary to put the killer behind bars.
After the arrest, when SFPD Detective Randy Disher had handed her the folder containing her photos; insisting that no one had seen them; she was in for an even bigger shock. The top photos, that Adrian had seen, were rather tasteful and just basic Playboy-like poses; but the photos on the bottom were much more explicit and graphic. They were still-photos captured from a homemade video that her ex-husband had convinced her to allow to "spice things up." These photos showed her having sex with her ex and performing anal and double-penetration with sex toys. Her ex had sold the video, without her knowledge, to a production company and marketed as part of a "Nurses Gone Wild" x-rated video. Very few copies were sold before she had obtained a "cease and desist" order when she proved her consent signature was forged.
Sharona knew by the redness of Disher's face when he handed her the folder that he had seen the pictures; but, to his credit, he had never mentioned them or even hinted at their content. After that day she had seen Randy in a new light. They had always had an adversarial relationship, but that all changed that day; the next time he asked her out she had said "yes,"....now here she was preparing to say "I do," to the transplanted Californian.
When she had returned to NJ to care for her mother; she had re-married, and subsequently re-divorced her louse of an ex-husband. She knew in her heart that he would never change; but she had hoped for Benji's (her son) sake that he could at least temporarily be a positive role model. She had continued an online relationship with Randy and after her divorce he had eventually given up his career with the SFPD, and joined a small town NJ force to be near her.
Randy had, of course, invited his longtime friend and mentor, SFPD Capt. Leland Stottlemeyer to be his best man. Randy had also asked Sharona's former boss , (former SFPD Detective) highly successful Private Investigator Adrian Monk to be in the wedding party. They would be accompanied by Stottlemeyer's new wife T.K. (her first name was actually Trudy but , luckily, her friends had always called her T.K.) and; the woman who had replaced Sharona as Monk's assistant; Natalie Teeger (who was now Monk's business partner). Randy, for years, had a crush on the petite blond Natalie; but she had never shown any interest in him, and he was now grateful that their reunion would not have to be awkward.
Sharona and Randy had decided to have the wedding in Atlantic City and , since it was late Fall and non-peak season, had gotten great rates on some luxurious suites at the Taj Mahal. The California quartet was coming in a few days early so there would be plenty of time to reminisce. Sharona had met Natalie a year ago when she had returned to San Francisco to settle her late uncle's estate, and she could have sworn there was a spark between her and Adrian; so she was anxious to see what had developed. Natalie's daughter Julie was in college and did not make the trip; and Benji worked in New York City and would be joining them for the ceremony.
Sharona and Randy met the two other couples in the hotel lobby, helped them check-in; and after a nice dinner, decided to retire to Natalie and Adrian's suite to talk and get reacquainted. Natalie and Adrian had agreed to share a two bedroom suite so as not to be too obvious about their newly established intimate relationship.
On the way up in the elevator, a tipsy T.K. had squeezed Leland's crotch and he announced "we'll meet up with you tomorrow, but right now we want to try out that hot tub in our room."
As the remaining four headed to Natalie's suite, Adrian; who had drank a half-glass of wine with dinner; was having trouble walking in a straight line. Once inside, the men headed out to the balcony to marvel at the moonlit Atlantic; and the two "new best friends" curled up on the matching sofas to share "Randy and Adrian" stories and down shots of tequila.
After about the third shot, they were holding nothing back..no secrets. Sharona was telling Natalie all about the courtship when she blurted out, "and the sex is amazing" and held her hands about a foot apart.
"What! No way! Randy?," shouted Natalie.
"I know," said Sharona, "who knew...nerdy Randy would have the penis of a porn star! All those years of shooting him down, and I could have been enjoying having that log between my legs."
Without even thinking, Natalie exclaimed, "If you think that's big, you should see Adrian's!" Natalie quickly clamped her hands over her mouth...realizing that the cat was now out of the bag.
"Oh my God," Sharona remarked, "you and Adrian are having sex!?" "Congratulations...I would have bet that he would never even shake another woman's hand." They continued bragging about their respective man's sexual prowess until, about three tequilas later, Sharona had a suggestion to decide who had the largest penis.
Sharona called out to the balcony for the boys to come and join them. Randy, as usual, bounded inside like an overzealous puppy; and Adrian kind of shuffled into the living area, his footing still a little unstable from the wine. They sat next to their respective partners, and Sharona announced, "we are going to have a contest to see whose penis is the largest." Randy, never shy about showing his body and having always wanted to show off for Natalie, leaped to his feet; unbuckled, unbuttoned, and unzipped faster than an eye-blink; and shoved his trousers and boxers, in the same motion, down to his ankles.
Natalie's mouth fell open as she realized Sharona wasn't exaggerating; he did have the cock of a porn star. Randy's already hard weapon wasn't quite as long as Adrian's, "only" nine inches, but it was actually fatter (and she didn't think that was possible); the width of a soda can with a head the size of a lemon. Randy just stood there grinning, obviously proud, as Natalie stared between his legs.
Sharona spoke up first, "OK Adrian, your turn."
Natalie added, "come on big boy, let's show them what ya got," as she coaxed a slightly dazed Adrian to his feet. Adrian had never been in love with Sharona like he was with Natalie, but he had to admit that during the years they worked together he did have occasional erotic thoughts about her. He chalked it up to her penchant for wearing cleavage-baring blouses and mini-skirts. He had often been treated to flashes of her panties and one memorable time he was sure she had forgotten to wear any.
As Natalie kneeled in front of Monk, she was happy he had drank the wine, as she gave his crotch a playful squeeze; unfastened his pants; and with a call of "ta da" lowered his pants and shorts.
Now it was Sharona's turn to be amazed as her eyes bulged as she exclaimed ,"Oh my God Adrian, I would have never guessed." Monk's cock, just reaching full attention, was at least thirteen inches long and the thickness of a salami; with a crown like a tangerine. As the men sat back down; Sharona whispered something to Natalie; crossed the room to the stereo; and turned on some music with a slow, steady beat. As she returned to the sofas, she had to laugh out loud at the sight of the two men sitting there with their pants around their ankles and their logs sticking straight up between their legs.
"There is no clear winner to the contest", she proclaimed, "but for being such good sports; Natalie and I are going to give you a reward." She took Natalie by the hand and they both stood up in front of the men and started swaying with the music.
Natalie had dressed in a simple, silky, sleeveless dress for their night on the town; and Sharona had opted for a long, sequined gown which hugged her body like a second skin. As the two men sat and stared with open mouths; the dancers began a slow, tantalizing strip-tease. Natalie nudged the thin straps off her shoulders and down her slender arms until her dress slid slowly to the floor and pooled around her ankles. She was now dressed only in a very sheer, matching set of white bra and thong. A complete smile spread across Monk's face as he was reminded of what a lucky man he was...not many men were lucky enough to find the woman of their dreams...twice.
Sharona's dress was so tight that she needed Natalie's assistance in peeling it down her curvaceous body. When they had rolled it down to her waist, her 38 DD breasts poured out in all their glory because she hadn't bothered to wear a bra. Randy could never get enough of Sharona's tits, and his erection was the proof. As the sexy strippers moved to the music; Sharona reached behind Natalie, unclasped her bra, and pulled it down and off Natalie's graceful arms. Natalie's perfectly firm and pert B cup breasts literally sprung forth and pointed straight ahead.
