AUTHOR'S NOTE: After giving it a lot of thought and after reviewing the feedback, I decided to take out the very long Rachel and Ross bit and replace it with something more Mondlerish; it just did not work with the story the way I thought it would; oh, well. Live and learn. Thank you to those that did review the chapter.

September 26th, 2002

Chandler stood outside the nursery gazing nostalgically at the tiny blue and pink bundles lying in their bassinets. Some were crying desperately longing to be nestled in the warmth of their mother's arms and some were sleeping contently dog-tired from their exhausting trip down the birth canal.

His bundle, however, neither cried nor slept; his bundle, he recalled, gazed up at the fascinating, new world in awe waiting patiently till she could be placed back in her mother's waiting and loving arms, from which the nurses had to practically use the Jaws of Life to pull her from. But that was his Hannah, patient, curious, and a careful observer of the world around her. She was a fantastic little girl.

Watching the newborn babies only reminded him of how he had stood behind the very same glass eleven years ago gazing at his own child lying bundled up in one of those bassinets, and he longed to go back to that time, when his child was that small and that new.

Falling in love with his daughter had happened so quickly, in the blink of an eye, and by the time he realized it, he was already hooked-a goner. Loving her had felt so intuitive and binding. So much so that he felt as if a big piece of his heart had been cut out of his chest and given to her, and because of that, he felt that if he were to lose her that same piece of his heart would be gone forever, which is why he swore in that moment to do everything in his power to prevent that from ever happening.

Because he loved Hannah so much and because he loved Monica just the same-both in a very different ways of course, he was certain, beyond a shadow of a doubt that he wanted to make another baby with Monica, which surprised and thrilled him at the same time because once upon a time he didn't even want kids.

However, he wanted his Hannah; Hannah was a different story. He knew from the moment Monica uttered the three life-altering words, "I am pregnant," that he wanted her-before he even knew she was a she. He could have never asked Monica to get an abortion or give her baby up for adoption, and he certainly could have never left Monica to raise Hannah on her own; those things were out of the question. It was MONICA, and it was THEIR baby. Of course he wanted THEIR child. They both wanted their child.

However, he knew he would have never been THAT confident or sure had it been anybody else. Sure, he would have never suggested any of those things, and he would have been there for this child, regardless of who it was with, but he knew for certain that he wouldn't have been so sure so excited, because for some reason having a baby with Monica felt so natural and so right.

In fact, he never thought at all about having children with any of the other women he dated. It just wasn't something that really interested him. Sure he had considered marriage, but babies….not so much, and he was perfectly fine with that. He didn't really need any more babies, when he had his Hannah. Having a baby with Monica was enough for him.

But then London happened, and then he was FINALLY with her and not any of those other women, and the thought of having another child with her was something he thought about a lot, because he wanted to have another one with her; hell, they had already made and raised one together, and the one that they made together was pretty damn perfect, in his eyes; which is why he never understand why Richard didn't want to have kids with her.

The Big Tree was really a fool. He truly had no idea what an honor and thrill it was to father Monica's child. She was an amazing woman who made beautiful babies, and he could not understand why Richard didn't want that with Monica, when Richard got to see how magnificent a child with Monica would be. However, he thanked his lucky stars for Richard's stupidity, because it ultimately led her back into Chandler's arms, where she belonged.

So, yes, he most definitely wanted to have another baby with Monica, and he hoped that she still wanted to have one, because judging by her earlier reaction he wasn't so sure she did. He had never seen her balk at the idea of making a baby before, so he really needed to find out what THAT was about.

"So you really want to have another baby?" he heard her say behind him, and he turned to face her. She was standing across from him leaning against the wall with a look of hopeful uncertainty on her face. She knew how much Chandler loved Hannah, but they had never really talked seriously about having another baby. Sure, they had some casual and sporadic conversations about it here and there over the past few years, but those conversations were merely hypothetical in nature.

"I do; I really do," Chandler smiled, as he moved towards her wrapping his arms around her waist and kissing her tenderly.

"But apparently, you don't judging by how you freaked out earlier," Chandler smiled, as they pulled apart.

"No I do, but we haven't really talked about having another baby in a while," Monica sighed tucking a loose strand of hair behind her ear. "I just didn't think you were interested in that right now, and you took me by surprise when you said you are," Monica shrugged looking down at her fingers.

"Well, it's no secret that I'm not a big baby person, and that I'm not one to go gaga over babies," Chandler said, and Monica chuckled and nodded in agreement. "But that's because those other babies aren't our babies," Chandler added.

"What do you mean?" Monica asked shaking her head in confusion; she wasn't someone who could understand how one could be gaga for babies but not be at the same time. In her opinion, it was like puppies and kittens or chicks and ducks you either loved them or hated them; there was no in between.

"What I mean is that you gave me someone, the only someone, that I have ever loved just because; just because she is mine and yours, and I can't tell you why I love her, but I just do, and I would do anything for her and be anything for her, because I feel like my heart is linked to her on this like invisible chain, and if something were to ever happen to her, I feel like I would lose a piece of my heart," Chandler said tears of love glistening in his eyes.

"Oh, Chandler," Monica breathed her heart aching and her womb throbbing at the poignant truth he had just spoken. She knew how much Chandler loved and adored their daughter, but he had never described his love for their child in that way. In fact, they had never discussed it before, as there was never really any need to, because she knew he loved Hannah with every fiber of his being.

But what he said was totally copasetic, and she felt the exact same way. Before, Hannah had been born she had loved the little girl inside of her heart, and she hadn't even met her, but she felt like she already knew her; then, after Hannah was born she loved Hannah even more, and it had nothing to do with anything other than the fact that she just did.

"What you said is so sweet, and so how I feel too; I love the little girl that you gave me so much," Monica smiled, as tears pooled in her eyes. Her heart was bursting with love for the man in front of her and talking about her daughter always made her a little more than weepy.

"Thank you," Monica said leaning into him. "Thank you for giving me her," Monica said bringing her lips to his.

"No thank you," Chandler said before capturing her lips with her own to kiss her deeply and tenderly.

"I love you," Monica smiled up at him, when they broke apart.

"I love you too," Chandler beamed at her; his blue eyes radiating love.

"So if you want a baby, and I want a baby; does that mean we are going to try to have a baby?" Monica asked pointing between the two of them.

"We're trying; we're trying to get pregnant," Chandler smiled at her, as he grasped her petite waist. "So, when do you want to start trying?" Chandler asked, after a brief moment of silence.

"I don't know…" Monica wondered biting her bottom lip in contemplation. "Maybe here," Monica suggested realizing that they had nothing else to do and this would definitely be a productive way to kill time.

"It's perfect!" Chandler said excitedly. "We have tones of time to kill, and we are in a room full of beds," Chandler added.

"And the rooms are so clean!" Monica exclaimed, as Chandler gave her a high five before they scampered off to find the nearest room to have sex and make another baby.

January 17th, 2003

"Ok, so you and I are married, Ross and Rachel are getting married, and now Phoebe and Joey are dating; we are SO like the cast of Saved by the Bell," Chandler quipped, as he lay in bed with Monica laying in his arms her head resting on his T-shirt covered chest.

"How so?" Monica frowned not getting the connection.

"Well, because it was about six friends who all ended up hooking up …like the six of us," Chandler chuckled, as he kissed the top of her head.

"Sweetie, they didn't ALL hook up," Monica said shaking her head in disagreement.

"What? Zach and Kelly hooked up, Slater and Jessie hooked up, and Lisa and Screech hooked up," Chandler said ticking each alleged coupling off on his fingers.

"Screech and Lisa DIDN'T hook up," Monica replied.

"They didn't?" Chandler frowned.

"Nope," Monica said shaking her head.

"Huh," Chandler reacted.

"You are so cute," Monica smiled rolling on top of Chandler and straddling his waist.

"Have I told you how pregnant you look, lately?" Chandler asked, as pushed the bottom of her nighty up to run his hands over her naked, pregnant belly.

"I know," Monica groaned as she placed her hands over his. "I didn't get this big so soon with Hannah; in fact I barely got big at all," Monica said placing her hands over his.

"Well, that's because you're carrying double the babies, double the fun, it's like a Double Mint Gum commercial," Chandler quipped.

"Haha," Monica smiled leaning down to kiss him passionately. However, their intimate moment was interrupted by a gentle rapping on their bedroom door.

"Yes, honey," Monica smiled, as she sat up on Chandler and looked over at the closed bedroom door.

"Can I come in?" Hannah asked from outside the closed bedroom door.

"No," Chandler mumbled, as Monica pulled her nighty back down and rolled off of him before giving his arm a gentle smack.

"Yes, come in," Monica said, as she sat up against the headboard, and Chandler rolled over on his side propping his head up on his right arm.

"Hi," a miserable looking Hannah said, as she trudged into their bedroom.

"What's up Cindy Lu Who?" Chandler asked his daughter, who was sporting two French braids that wrapped around her head reminding Chandler of an Alpine Yodeler.

"Chandler," Monica said giving Chandler's forearm another smack for good measure. "I love it!" Monica said, as she held out her arms, so her daughter could crawl into them.

"What's wrong, little one?" Monica asked noticing the morose look on her daughter's face.

"I couldn't sleep," Hannah shrugged, as she looked down and fought back tears.

"Why, what's wrong, sweetheart?" Chandler asked.

"Phoebe and Joey hate me now, and they are never going to talk to me again!" Hannah exclaimed, as she burst into tears.

"Aw, honey." Monica said wrapping her arms around her daughter. "No they don't, and they most definitely will speak to you again," Monica said shaking her head, as she looked at Chandler who looked as if his heart were going to break into a thousand pieces. Chandler had a hard time seeing any of his girls cry, but Hannah's crying in particular was his kryptonite-that and cigarettes…and porn.

"They could never hate you baby; they love you too much to hate you, and they certainly would be sad to never to talk to you again; they love you," Monica said emphasizing the fact that Joey and Phoebe loved her very much.

"But they were really mad at me!" Hannah sobbed.

"Sweetie, they were just kidding; they weren't really upset with you," Chandler explained.

"In fact, Phoebe said how brilliant you were for thinking up such a brilliant scheme," Chandler praised. "In fact, she said you cooked up a scheme even better than the one in the Parent Trap," Chandler added.

"Really?" Hannah blushed, as she bit her bottom lip.

"Don't encourage it," Monica hissed, as she glared at him, and she smacked him on the back of the head.

"But they seemed really mad about the whole thing," Hannah sniffed, as she rested her head against her mother's chest.

"They were only pretending," Monica said.

"Oh," Hannah replied.

"Ok, so that definitely went way too far!" Chandler interjected. "Note to all of us, never use that technique again," Chandler said as Monica nodded in agreement.

"Sweetie, what is this really about?" Monica asked convinced that this was about more than Phoebe and Joey being mad at her. Her daughter wasn't usually this sensitive and she sure had more of a thick skin than this, which led her to believe that there was something else going on

"I don't know?" Hannah shrugged, as she looked down and sniffed.

"Sweet pea," Chandler said lovingly. "You know you can tell us anything," Chandler said, as he glanced at his wife, who was biting her lower lip in concern.

"Well, I…" Hannah sighed picking at her nail polish, as her mother futilely attempted to swipe away the pesky free falling tears from her daughter's porcelain and freckled cheeks.

"I don't want Phoebe and Joey to ALSO be mad at me," Hannah elaborated.

"Also be mad at you?" Chandler asked. "Who else is mad at you?" Chandler frowned.

"Ms. Serena," Hannah answered, as she nervously bit her fingernail. Monica noticed this and gently took her hand from her mouth and massaged it gently before taking it in her own.

"Why is Ms. Serena mad at you?" Monica sighed, as she gave her daughter's hand an encouraging squeeze.

"Because….because," Hannah said as she burst out crying. "Because Britany and I forgot our dance, and she started yelling at us and calling Britany a 'Ding bat' and saying that we were irrisponsonsible for not remembering it….and then…and then…we started crying…and then…and then she….she got mad at us for crying…and…and now she won't talk to us," Hannah gasped, as she buried her head further in her mother's chest.

"Breath, baby," Monica said, as she rubbed her daughter's arm.

"What a fucking bitch!" Chandler blurted out causing Monica to snap her head towards him and glare at him. "We are so NOT keeping her there anymore; there are a million dance studios in THIS city; hell, I'll even pay to send her to that dance school from Fame," Chandler said.

"You do know that's not a real school, right?" Monica quipped.

"It's not?" Chandler asked his bubble burst.

"No," Monica laughed.

"But I don't want to leave my friends!" Hannah said as she burst out crying again, and Monica looked at Chandler pleadingly to drop it; he just rolled his eyes in annoyance.

"Oh, Sweetie, but she's such a bitch to you, and daddy can't and won't tolerate that, sweetheart," Chandler replied lovingly.

"We can talk about this later," Monica said in attempt to calm everyone down. This was too sensitive and weighty of a subject to argue about at eleven o'clock at night. Right now she just wanted to calm her daughter down enough to get her to go to sleep.

"Why? Why? Do we still send her there?" Chandler said not wanting to relent. He always knew that Ms. Serena was kind of a bitch, but he never knew she was this bad. He wanted to strangle her with those neon leg warmers she just loved to wear.

"Different conversation for a different time," Monica whispered to her husband to appease him.

"Sweetheart," Monica said, as she kissed the top of her daughter's head.

"Ms. Serena IS NOT your family or one of your friends, and, because of that, what she thinks of you doesn't really matter because the people that do-love you more than anything in the world and have known you your whole life think the world of you; I know Ms. Serena has given you a hard time this year, and I know that she has a tendency to hurt your feelings, but I know she doesn't hate you, either. Oddly, I think she thinks that she is trying to help you become even greater than you already are, even though her methods are rather deranged," Monica explained.

Hannah just nodded and sniffed. "What does deranged mean?" Hannah asked.

"Ms. Serena," Chandler blurted out automatically.

"Chandler," Monica scolded slapping her husband yet again, as Hannah giggled at her father's joke, which made Chandler smile brightly and proudly.

"How about we clear everything up with Joey and Phoebe at breakfast tomorrow over your favorite-whole wheat and banana waffles; what do you say?" Monica asked.

"Ok," Hannah nodded enthusiastically.

"Ok," Monica smiled. "I love you, baby girl," Monica smiled, as she gave her daughter a long hug.

"I love you too, mama," Hannah yawned.

"Now, why don't you scoot off to bed," Monica said. "It is way past your bedtime, little lady," Monica said before giving her daughter a sweet kiss.

"Ok," Hannah said as she crawled over her father to give him a goodnight peck and hug.

"Night, sweet pea," Chandler said, as Hannah hopped off of the bed.

"Night," Hannah said, as she scampered off towards the bedroom door.

"Love you," Monica and Chandler said in unison, as Hannah left the bedroom and closed the door behind her.

"Nice call on the whole give our daughter a taste of her own medicine plan Bill Cosby," Monica quipped, as she turned her head towards her husband.

"Nice call on sending our daughter to the dance school from Suspiria," Chandler retorted.

"I can't believe you actually SAW that movie," Monica snorted as she rolled her eyes.

"What?" Chandler asked. "I walked in on Jeanine and Joey watching the movie, and it seemed intriguing in a very bizarre and disturbing sort of way, so I stayed and watched it," Chandler shrugged. "I was, however, surprised at just how much Jeanine delighted in that film; it was all she could talk about for weeks," Chandler rolled his eyes.

"Well, she was a crazy bitch," Monica replied, as she played with the hem of her nightie.

"Speaking of crazy bitches," Chandler said after a brief pause. "What are we going to do about that crazy bitch that is tormenting our child?" Chandler asked looking up at his wife.

"I'll 'talk' to her, and if that doesn't help, I'll pull Hannah out of there and enroll her in the dance school from Fame," Monica said, as she burst out laughing.

"That does it," Chandler said, as he rolled over on his back and pulled her with him, so that she was lying on top of him. He then began to tickle her.

"Stop it," Monica snorted, as she moved her hand down his torso and inside his pants and underwear to shake his ball sack like a jingle bell.

"Monica!" Chandler jumped, as the tingling feeling he felt in his ball sack reverberated throughout his entire body.

"Sshhhh!" Monica laughed before pushing Chandler's pants and underwear down his waist. Chandler lifted his hips off of the mattress helping her to push them down as far as they would go, before having to climb off of him to push them further down. Once, they were pooling at the ankles, Chandler kicked them off and onto the floor at the same time as he took off his shirt and threw it to on the floor to join his discarded pants.

"If I wasn't so horny right now, I would be having a thousand and one fits about your clothes being carelessly strewn on the floor," Monica said, as she remounted him.

"Well then," Chandler smiled, as he shimmed the lacy red negligee up and off her body.

"Then you won't be mad about this then," Chandler said as he threw it on the floor to join his clothes.

"Hmmm…" Monica said as she took the base of his penis into her hand and gave it a few sensual strokes, before sliding it inside of her.

"Not right now," Monica breathed, as she leaned down and pressed her breasts against his chest, as she began riding him.

"Mmmmkay," Chandler said before closing his eyes and capturing her lips with his own. They both moaned into the kiss, as Monica slowly pushed herself up and then down on time, and she sighed into the kiss, because of how good he felt inside of her and it wasn't just because of his size or the way that he was hung, which she couldn't complain about; it was the way that he moved inside of her in this decadent and delicious way that she only experience with him. It was magical and unreal.

Chandler spread his legs further apart, so his knees were resting on the bed, and he ran his hands down her back to cup her ass, and held her to him, as he pumped in and out of her with his thrusting pelvis increasing speed and urgency making her moan more and more .

With their mouths opened, and their tongues now tangoing around each other, he slowly slid his hand up her ass and spine to support the back of her head, and he captured their lips, so their lips and tongues could engage in a game of catch and release.

"Mmm," they both moaned into the kiss, as Monica opened her eyes to see Chandler staring back at her his blue eyes glistening in pleasure. Their eyes met and they locked gazes staring into each other's souls, as they fucked senselessly.

The collision of tongues, pelvises, and souls intensified the tingling in their lions. It was her wetness and tightness coupled with her whimpering that set him over the edge, and it was the friction of his penis against her walls as it pointedly hit her most sensitive spots along with the way he gradually picked up the pace that did her in. Likewise, it was the intimacy and tenderness of the moment that set them both off.

They both shuddered, as their tingling and burning loins exploded; the pace of their movements taken up several notches. The pounding was so quick, that it robbed Monica of breath, and the friction was so great that she felt as if she were being tickled by the world's largest feather.

Monica gasped and buried her head in his neck, as her body quivered from the spasms of pleasure that rippled through her, and Chandler's eyes slammed shut, as he shot his seed up into her; her trembling inner muscles the tipping point that made him feel like he was being catapulted into outer space, because all he could see was stars as he came so hard he thought he was going to black out.

"MMM, Chandler," Monica sighed, as she bit her lower lip and closed her eyes enjoying the residual waves of pleasure that made her body writhe and twitch.

"That was fantastic," Chandler panted; as he moved his hands to her pregnant belly to lovingly touch and caress it. Touching it was something he had been rather addicted to during this pregnancy and her first pregnancy. Mostly because he just loved touching her, and he knew from the first time around that it was a huge erogenous zone for her; however, touching her there was his way of giving his children a kiss or hug, which he couldn't give them, while they were nestled in Monica's womb, so this was the next best thing.

"It sure was," Monica smiled, as she placed her hands on either side of his head and propped herself up enough, so that she could lean in and kiss him. As, Chandler, who was still planted snuggly inside of her, began pumping into her ready and eager to make her cum once more.

September 26th, 2002

"Man, there is nowhere in this godforsaken place to have sex!" Monica loudly exclaimed, as four interns passed by and gave Monica and Chandler mortified looks.

"And somehow, shouting that for everyone in the hospital to hear on top of already getting caught in the act will only lead to us getting kicked out of said godforsaken place," Chandler replied, as he steered Monica over to a more private conversation space.

"We are just really going to have to wait to get out of this place to try to make a baby aren't we?" Monica asked, as she crossed her arms over her chest in disappointment.

"And that could be forever, as it literally is going to take Rachel forever to have this kid," Chandler complained.

"I know!" Monica exclaimed. "I had ours in half this time!" Monica said as a triumphant smile began to form on her face confusing Chandler.

"What?" Chandler asked.

"That means I beat Rachel! HA!" Monica exclaimed, as Chandler rolled his eyes noticing for the first time that they were standing in front of a Janitor's closet and a brilliant plan formed in his kinky mind.

"Maybe we could do it in here," Chandler enthusiastically suggested, while pointing to the sign on the door.

"I don't know," Monica said apprehensively, as she bit her thumbnail. She really wanted to have sex not only because she wanted to conceive another child but also because she was extremely horny, after the several false starts they had, but sex in a dirty janitorial closest did seem a bit desperate, and they weren't sex addicts. They could afford to be a bit selective.

"Come on, we did it in the supply closet at Central Perk," Chandler said reminding her of their previous sexual escapade. "Plus no one is going to bother us in there," Chandler added pointing towards the room.

"That is true," Monica sighed. "Ok! Let's do it!" Monica exclaimed as she wrapped her arms around his neck.

Chandler scanned the hallway to make sure no one was coming up or down it before quickly pushing open the door, pulling them into it, closing the door behind them, and locking it for good measure.

"It's so filthy in here," Monica said scanning the dimly lit and cluttered closet.

"It's a Janitor's closest? What do you expect?" Chandler asked, as he rolled his eyes.

"I don't know," Monica shrugged. "Where should we do it?" Monica asked looking around the room for someplace to have sex.

"I don't know," Chandler said. "Maybe against the wall," Chandler suggested pointing to the small patch of uncluttered wall space. The rest of it was crowded with boxes and various cleaning supplies.

"Ew, no it's so dingy…" Monica said scrunching her nose in disgust. That wall was going to need some serious scrubbing, with bleach, before she was going to have her body pressed against it in the throes of passion.

"Plus, the last time we tried it standing up you almost threw your back out, and we have too much baby making to do for that to happen, big guy," Monica quipped as Chandler nodded in agreement.

"Ok…" Chandler said as he scanned the room for a second option, "How about that bucket?" Chandler suggested pointing towards a lone bucket in the middle of the small room. "It looks pretty sturdy," Chandler added.

"Wouldn't we fall in?" Monica laughed at the absurdity of his idea.

"OBVIOUSLY we would tip it over, so I could sit on it and NOT in it," Chandler said deadpan.

"Oh, yeah, that would work," Monica laughed, as they both leaned into kiss and to finish the previously started work of unbuttoning each other's tops as they stumbled backwards towards the bucket.

"I… love… you," Monica panted between kisses, as Chandler opened her lacy white top revealing her lavender bra.

"I…love you…too," Chandler added as he cupped her breasts, before nearly tripping over the aforementioned bucket and stumbling backwards, as Monica grabbed his arm to steady him.

"Oh, God, maybe this is a bad idea," Monica groaned, as she massaged her forehead in aggravation.

"No, no it's the perfect place to make the perfect baby; we did make our first one on a pool table in a bar," Chandler said, as lifted her hand to his face and kissed it.

"That is true, and we wouldn't want to mess with tradition," Monica smiled, as she unzipped her trousers and pushed them down her legs and kicked them off revealing her matching lavender thong.

"That would be just crazy," Chandler chuckled, as he hastily unbuttoned his own pants and slipped them down his legs struggling to get them off over his sneakers. He comically kicked them off leaving him in his red boxer briefs.

"Hhhmmmm, yeah," Monica breathed as she admired her husband's thick, delicious dick poking out at her from his tight briefs. She sauntered towards him and kissed him deeply before crouching down in front of him.

"Oh, Mon," Chandler breathed very well aware of what was in store for him. "I'm already so hard and ready for you; you don't need to do that," Chandler hissed just the mere thought of her warm mouth on his dick making it twitch.

She licked her lips and then slipped his underwear down his legs revealing his already rigid penis.

"Apparently so," Monica smiled looking up at her heavily breathing husband. "But it just looks so delicious; I just can't resist," Monica said licking her lips in desire before taking it fully in her mouth.

"Oh, fuck," Chandler hissed, as his wife began to suck his dick. He looked down to see her head bobbing up and down. Just the mere sight of her taking him in her mouth was enough to throw him over the edge, and he wanted to save the eruption for her uterus. After all there was a purpose in all of this…to make a baby, and he was pretty sure he knew enough about biology to know that he couldn't impregnate her by coming in her mouth. He needed to cum inside her pussy.

"I just wanted to be absolutely sure you are ready," Monica said after releasing his dick from her mouth and standing up and pressing her body against his. Monica smiled, as she wrapped her arms around her neck.

"Well, then I think we need to check if you are also ready," Chandler smirked, as he dipped his finger into her underwear, so that he could slip it inside of her wet heat.

"Oh, I'm definitely ready!" Monica said, as she leaned into kiss him deeply.

"You're pretty wet," Chandler teased as their lips parted. "But not wet enough," Chandler said as he slid down her body trailing his tongue down her torso, and stopping at her belly button to swirl his tongue around it making her squirm and laugh. He smiled as he continued to trail his tongue lower and lower until he reached her underwear covered pussy, and and slipped her panties down revealing her tight perfectly waxed snatch.

"Perfection," Chandler admired staring lovingly up into her eyes, before slipping his tongue inside her slit to touch her swollen clit. He began to French kiss her already sopping pussy thoroughly enjoying the taste of her. Everything about her was perfect including the way that she tasted.

"God, I just love the way you taste, baby," Chandler glanced up at her, before burying his face deeper into her wet heat.

"Do me now, baby, please," Monica begged, as she thrusted her hips against his face causing Chandler to let out a throaty moan; she needed him inside her desperately. She was far past the point of thinking about baby making; all she could think about was the feel of having his dick inside of her. Chandler desperately needed her as well, so he relented his revenge and shot up like a rocket shooting up into the sky, and he pulled her to him kissing her deeply and hungrily.

He walked them backward towards the bucket and bent down to turn it over; then, he carefully crouched down on top of it noting how terribly uncomfortable it was on his ass and how flimsy it truly was. Therefore, he had to bear most of his weight on his calves causing him to be practically spread eagle on the bucket.

"I don't think this bucket is going to hold out very long; we need to be quick about this," Chandler said looking up at his eager wife.

"Not a problem," Monica said, as she straddled him, and she impaled herself on him pressing him even further into the uncomfortable bucket. He could feel the bottom of the bucket, which was now the top, buckling underneath the weight of them.

"Oh, God my ass," Chandler gasped in a mixture of pleasure in pain. His ass was being pinched by the elevated rim of the bucket, but at the same time she was clamping down on him making his dick itch with pleasure. He was literally caught between a rock (the rock being his rock hard dick, which was going to explode) and a hard place (the incredibly hard bucket).

"Sorry," Monica said, as she lifted herself up, so that she was not completely bearing down on him, and so that she was supporting some of her own weight with her own legs; however in doing so the delicious pressure of her was lessoned leaving him with a longing feeling in the pit of his stomach. He was willing to endure the pain in the ass bucket to enjoy the full feel of her.

"No, no, it's ok," Chandler gritted his teeth, as he grasped her hips and pushed her hips further down on him sighing in pleasure, as he felt her engulf the full length of him, and he was in heaven…and hell because his ass hurt like hell, but she sure felt like heaven.

"Are you sure?" Monica gasped, as he pumped up into her.

"Definitely," Chandler sighed with a look of contentment on his face. "Oh yeah," Chandler sighed, as he pounded up into her gritting his teeth in both pleasure in pain.

"Oh, God!" Monica whimpered, as the tickling sensation in her womb began to build and build until it became so intense that it literally burst inside of her, and her stomach muscles clenched as she succumbed to the overwhelming pleasure.

"OHHHHHHHHHHH!" she whimpered, as her thighs quivered and her whole body trembled.

"Oh, fuck, Mon," Chandler gasped feeling her inner walls spasm around him, and he couldn't hold out any longer. His dick involuntarily jerked up, as he exploded inside of her, and he held her pelvis closely to his, as he burrowed his dick inside of her as far as he could making them both moan and twitch.

They heard someone rattle the handle of the door, and startled, they both practically jumped off the bucket as they snapped their heads towards the door staring at it in horror.

"Damn it's locked," they heard someone say as whomever was trying to get in banged on the door before relenting and walking off.

"Was that Phoebe?" Monica asked, still staring at the door.

"I don't know," Chandler replied," as he felt the bottom of the bucket give out underneath them, and he hastily pushed Monica up and popped up, as the bucket could bear their weight no longer and the bottom, actually top of it, caved in.

"Well, I think we broke the bucket," Chandler quipped, as they both stared down at the broken bucket. Monica looked up at her husband, as she burst out laughing.