One Sunday evening I spoke to my husband of my hatred for Monday mornings.

I awoke on the morning after my bitching and found I had overslept and would be late for work. Just then my husband walked into the bedroom and said, “After today, Monday morning will have a whole new meaning.” He told me to call in sick, and I did.

Rich and I went downstairs and had a very nice, leisurely breakfast together. While we sipped coffee, he told me to close my eyes. He took my hands, led me to the backyard, and told me to stand still. My heart was beating wildly. What did he have planned?

He began to kiss my lips very tenderly, tracing their outline with his tongue. As the kiss deepened, he pushed his tongue into my mouth, probing this way and that. As he sucked on my tongue, my body started to get warm from the inside out. After several minutes of passionate kissing, I felt Rich’s hands wander down toward the neckline of my T-shirt. Suddenly the T-shirt was ripped from my body. I felt the breeze and warm sunshine on my breasts, and my nipples began to harden. Rich’s fingers played lightly all over my breasts, softly exploring my nipples, causing them to harden even more. While his fingers continued to circle one nipple, his tongue deliciously circled the other. By now it felt as if little lightning bolts were going through me.

My husband’s hands wandered over my belly. His tongue traced the top of my panties, and I could feel his warm breath through the material as he worked his way lower, slowly licking down one thigh and up the other. I found myself holding my breath when he pulled off my panties.

He spread my legs and began kissing his way toward my pussy. My entire body was trembling by this time. His tongue found my clit. He captured it with his lips and sucked at it gently. As he steadily increased the intensity, I felt my way toward the first of what was to be many orgasms. Just as I was about to come, Rich changed positions, parted my butt cheeks, and probed my asshole with his finger. As he started to finger-fuck my ass, his other hand dipped into my pussy and stroked my sweet little bud with its silky fluids, taking me to new heights of ecstasy. I couldn’t help but scream, “Oh, God, that feels so good!”

While I was in the throes of orgasmic delight, he kissed my ass and his fingers explored my bottom, keeping me suspended in arousal. The next sound I heard was the garden hose, and before I could ask, my hard nipples were sprayed with cold water. I didn’t know that they could get any harder, but they did. As he pinched the swollen nipples, almost sending me into another orgasm, he ran the water over my ass. The combination of the cold water over the heat of my arousal was so intense, I couldn’t stop myself from moaning. When the stream of water found my throbbing clit it felt wonderful, taking me over the edge, and I shuddered as orgasm after orgasm swept over me.

Not thinking I could take any more, I now found Rich thrusting a vibrator into my pussy. Dialing up the speed of the vibrations, he shoved it in and out, faster and faster, first against my clit, then back into my pussy. And when, from behind, he thrust his hard cock into my ass at the same time, I shuddered uncontrollably with pleasure. When Rich finally came, he let loose with a force that filled me, overflowed, and ran down my thighs. I had never experienced this degree of orgasm before.

Rich carried me upstairs and lay me gently on the bed. He confessed that this had been a fantasy of his for a long time, and it was more than he had ever imagined it to be. Needless to say, that was one Monday I will never forget.