After climaxing together, Chandler and Janice collapsed onto the bed breathlessly. Sex was always great between them. With other women, Chandler had a tendency to go too fast, making it merely "nice" at best or "awkward and bumpy" at worst. Monica's recent sex advice had improved his performance with Kathy, but it was still nothing compared to the marathons of lovemaking that he had experienced with Janice. Somehow, Janice knew exactly how to guide Chandler and calm his over-excited impulses; she took him to the brink of ecstasy and back again, showing him the exquisite pleasure of patiently drawing things out. And even after an orgasm, he could often recover his erection quickly, if she gave him the proper attention. Janice was like a thundering rainstorm making up for all of Chandler's long dry spells.

"Oh Janice," he sighed, closing his eyes and snuggling up to her in the darkness. "I love you so much."

She smiled and kissed him softly. "I love you too, Bing-a-ling. Didn't I tell you we were soul mates?"

He nodded and quipped, "We should get matching tattoos that say 'Chan and Jan forever.'"

She laughed out loud. "Ah, so you do remember those candy hearts I got you for Valentine's day! I bet you're sorry you broke up with me back then, 'cause then I wouldn't have moved on with Gary in the first place."

"Yeah, I am." He pouted a little. "Hey, is it wrong for me to want to beat up the father of your kid?"

She chuckled and hugged him protectively. "Just don't try to do it. It would probably upset Ruthie, and I don't want my precious little honey-bunny getting hurt at all." She rubbed noses with him.

Chandler kissed her and spoke with unusual bravado, "You're worth it, baby."

"And you're worth protecting!" She smiled and lightly caressed one of his two remaining nipples. "Now, next time, you consult me before you get anything lopped off your body. I'm still mad that that crazy Monica sliced off your little toe. Was she just cranky that Thanksgiving, or what?"

"Maybe she just had too little to eat, because of her diet," Chandler suggested. "It was like my camp girlfriend Julie, but in reverse." He motioned with his hands to show how Monica had gone from enormous to petite in just one year.

She laughed. "If you ask me, Monica overdid the dieting. In fact, I think all three of them could stand to gain some weight. They should know that men don't like skeletons."

"They sure don't." Chandler laid his head against her ample bosom and enjoyed himself.

"Although Phoebe's not so bad," Janice spoke thoughtfully. "You know, it might have been my imagination, but I think she was flirting with me tonight."

"What?" Chandler laughed at the notion. "You've gotta be kidding!"

"I could be mistaken, I suppose." Janice gave an exaggerated sigh and shrugged. "Oh well, I guess we won't be having a threesome after all."

Chandler's eyes opened wide, and he stammered like a drooling idiot, "Th-th-threesome?"

She couldn't resist having fun with him; he just looked so adorable. "It's too bad. I wanted to give you a special treat, honey, but maybe I'll just have to tell you all my lesbian stories again." Janice had often told Chandler stories about her lesbian experiences in the past, knowing that it made him hot.

"Wait, wait! Are you sure she doesn't want to have a, a threesome?" He swallowed and looked desperate now, rather than skeptical.

"Well, she did want to tag along an awful lot, and sing with me, and touch me, and 'take turns' as she said."

Chandler saw her point and licked his lips. "That--that sounds good. So, uh, can we really do it, Janice? You're not kidding or anything? You'd really do stuff with her? In front of me?" Janice had never let him watch or participate before, and the mere thought excited him a great deal.

She nodded and smiled. "You know I'd do anything for you, sweetie. I just have to make sure I'm right about Phoebe first, and then we can make arrangements. Talk over some ground rules."

"Okay!" After a moment, Chandler added, practically begging, "And if Phoebe doesn't want to do it, can we ask some other girl instead? Like, who was that college friend you got drunk and naughty with?"

Janice chuckled and pet his head. "Don't you worry, honey. We'll find somebody. Just as long as you don't like her more than me. I might get jealous."

"No, no, no!" he hugged her close and kissed her again. "Don't worry. I promise I'll be good, Janice. I won't even touch her if you want. I'll just watch you guys doing stuff. I don't care who the girl is or how hot. She'd never change how much I love you. I never want you to leave me again."

"Oh, I'm definitely gonna stay!" she assured him with a smile. "You just let me know if you get jealous about me and her, though."

They both laughed at the absurdity, and Chandler said, "I'd only get jealous if you were with another guy. Like Gary."

"Trust me, Gary is history, and the only guy I want is my Bing-a-ling."

Chandler kissed her happily. "Even if I'm not a muscular stud with giant man nipples?" He remembered Kathy's co-star Nick vividly, as it was only a couple of weeks ago.

"Baby, you're just fine with me. I think you're sexy just being you." She grinned and admired his fingernails again. "Especially when you do adorable things like this! If you like manicures, maybe we can go to a spa together sometime. Get facials and stuff."

"Okay!" he said, without any sarcasm. It was so great that he could be himself with Janice, and she never made him feel insecure. Not that many women would be this understanding, he was sure.

With a smile, Janice began kissing and rubbing him passionately, deciding that it was time for another round of lovemaking. Chandler moaned and reciprocated eagerly, starting to get lost in the depths of her bosom again.

Janice breathed seductively, "You want me to tell you another lesbian story, honey? Get you in the mood?"

Chandler liked the sound of that, but he had another idea. "Hey, um, I could--I could tell you a story."

"Oh?" she asked with surprise. "About what?"

"Well, um, remember when I mentioned my last girlfriend Kathy? You see, I was still moping over her for a few days, so Phoebe and the other girls took me to a strip club last week."

"Oh, they did, did they?" Janice laughed. "It must have been a nice change from Joey and Ross taking you!"

Chandler shook his head. "No, it wasn't really fun at first. Not at the club. But after the girls took me home, they starting talking about the strippers, and they were saying all this sexy, lesbian stuff."

Janice smirked. "Ah. I can see how you'd enjoy that!"

"Yeah, it was so hot! Monica said the strippers were pretty, and Phoebe said she liked Candy the fighter pilot. Then they were all talking about who they were gonna sleep with and which stripper had the smoothest skin! I was like a kid in a candy store, only the candy had naked ladies on it."

She chuckled heartily at his simile.

Then Chandler sighed and sounded a little disappointed. "Of course, my friends didn't want to actually do any of it. Not even a little threesome, or something I could watch." He kissed her gratefully. "You're so great, Janice! Thank you, thank you!"

She dismissed it with a wave of her hand. "Oh, you're welcome, Bing-a-ling. You know, it'll be pretty exciting for me too. I haven't even made out with a woman since before I married Gary and had to get all serious and matronly. But now that I'm free again, you and me could do some fun stuff to celebrate our getting back together. I mean, as long as there's time for it; I still gotta be a good mother to Ruthie."

Chandler nodded. "I know. Hey, I was thinking that she could play with Ben whenever Ross or Monica do some babysitting. Joey might help too."

"That would be nice." Janice was glad that Chandler was being so thoughtful already. Soon she would teach Chandler how to help out too, so that he could eventually become a stepfather to Ruthie. She could see that Chandler would make a great parent one day, when he had the confidence.

"You are so sweet, Chandler Bing! Mwa! I could kiss you all over."

"Lucky me!" He grinned and wrestled with her passionately under the covers. He was very glad that Janice had managed to get Ruthie's grandparents to babysit all night on such short notice. He really needed this night with Janice to confirm and renew their love. It had been such a long year without her.

Janice started talking dirty. "So, Phoebe liked the fighter pilot, huh? Wonder if she'll wear any kind of uniform and strip for us."

At that moment, Chandler loved her more than life itself.

[If Chandler seems a little too effeminate, and Janice too tolerant of it, it's because I need them to have a slightly weird (kinky?) relationship for what happens later.]