Author's Note: Hello, all! I first want to begin by giving a big thankyou to everyone that reviewed chapter 5. Thank you Guest(s), MondlerFanKay, Matteney, and Bin-a-Ling27. I am very thankful for how specific each feedback was and the questions that were raised. MondlerFanKay, thank you so much for reviewing chapters 1-4. Your reviews actually gave me the will to write this chapter and continue. I was going to give up after only receiving two reviews before that.

MondlerFanKay and Bing-a-Ling27, I simply loved your musings and reflections. Bing-a-Ling27; good point about exploring Hannah's perspective; that is something I am going to explore in the chapters to come; I also conquer about exploring PreMondler and what it would have been like for them before they were married having a kid and hooking up and all. This is something I plan on doing after finishing this story; I already have an idea and layout in mind; however, I want to focus on finishing this story first, so I can really flush it out and do the best I can.

You all are the best audience, and I want you to know that I am dedicated to finishing this all for you, and I hope, in return, you all will continue to review.

September 28th, 2002

Chandler panted, as he thrust his penis in and out of Monica's vagina from behind. He loved making love to his beautiful wife he really did; in fact, it was his favorite pastime, but he was literally beyond exhausted. Between the zero amount of hours of sleep he had gotten in the last forty-eight hours and the number of times they had gone at it both in the hospital and at home, he was beyond tired. In fact, all of it had zapped him of energy and the will to go into work in the morning to face his wicked witch of a boss Mrs. McKenna.

Not only was he tired, but his penis was literally raw from penetrating her so much. Not only had they done it several times in the hospital, but they had also gone at it like rabbits, once they got home-leaving nothing to chance. Monica was now hyper-focused on making a baby (his baby), so making a baby was what they were going to do sleep and rest be damned.

"Oh, sweetheart, yes!" Monica panted, as he rammed his dick so far into her sensitive hole that she thought she was going to cum right then and there.

"I love how you fuck me, baby," Monica gasped, as she fisted the sheets. No man had ever fucked her as passionately or as deliciously as Chandler had. He made love to her like a male protagonist in an erotic novel clearly having taken a page from one of his mother's racy books.

Chandler smiled boastfully to himself. Her words of encouragement gave him a renewed sense vigor and purpose spurring him on towards the big finale; yes, they were trying to make a baby; however, the sex was really about them connecting through love and making each other feel good, and a baby was a result of that, but right now he wanted to focus on making her feel good.

"Do you know what you do to me, when you fuck me?" Monica asked apparently wanting to engage in sexy talk, and Chandler was cool with that.

"What, baby?" Chandler whispered holding her hips more securely to his before rocking back on his heels for leverage, so he could pull her up with him to have her nestled in his arms; he wanted to fuck her so senselessly that she would see stars.

"You make me ache so badly for you," Monica whimpered, as he wrapped his arms tightly around her torso, his dick twitching inside of her in response to her rousing words.

"I mean, I already ache so much for you, but having you inside of me makes me ache even more for you, because you feel so good, and I just love you so much," Monica said, as she craned her neck giving Chandler a whiff of her delicious scent.

"Oh, Mon, you have no idea how much I crave you," Chandler replied kissing his way up her neck to nuzzle her nose with his own and capture her lips in a searing kiss.

"I crave you too, baby," Monica smiled into their kiss flattered that, after all of their years together, he still desired her and wanted her. "And I'm glad that you still want me," Monica whimpered.

"I've always wanted you baby," Chandler murmured against her neck. "Even when we weren't together, I wanted you; why do you think I kept finding reasons to fuck you?" Chandler growled, as he unwrapped his hands from her torso and moved them to her tummy and down to her thighs resting one there as the other trailed downwards towards her clit. She twitched, as his thumb made contact with her sensitive bud.

"Hmmm…yeah," Monica lamented, remembering all of the times they slept together before London, and she threw her head back in ecstasy, as he pumped into her.

"I loved making love to you when you were pregnant, and I can't wait to do that again," Chandler lamented, making Monica's whole body quake. He indeed did fuck her when she was pregnant with Hannah but under the guise of fulfilling her pregnancy urges; however, really they were both fulfilling their urge to be together.

"OHHHHH!" Monica's chest heaved, as he pounded into her, their skin clapping against each other as her ass collided with his pelvis and thighs, and they both moaned loudly their mouths agape and faces flushed with pleasure.

"Oh, baby, yes," Monica sighed biting her lower lip, as Chandler grasped her forearms and pushed her forward giving them more leverage, so he could pound relentlessly into her making her writhe; she was trying so desperately to keep quiet for the sake of the little girl sleeping in the other room, but Chandler was making it so damn hard for her to do that.

"Oh, yeah, yeah," Monica whined her face contorting in pleasure, as her stomach muscles clenched and her thighs quivered her orgasm rippling through her taut body.

"Mmm, yeah," Monica sighed and twitched, as she fell face first into the plush mattress beneath her; her ass was still sticking up in the air, as Chandler pounded away inside of her having not yet reached his own finale. Monica turned her head to see her husband thrusting into her with a look that was a mixture of both pleasure and pain painted on his face. She could tell he was straining to get there too; he just needed a little extra encouragement.

In order to help get him to get there, Monica untangled her arm for his and put her hand between her thighs widening her stance, so she could put her finger inside of her vagina. It didn't take her long to find the tip of his balls, and when she did, she gave each one a gentle squeeze, which sent Chandler over the edge.

"OHHHHHHH!" Chandler moaned, as he heaved his dick further into her, which made her gasp and moan, and Chandler fell on top of her; both of them panting, as he came inside of her, and she came around him for the second time.

"Well, if that didn't make a baby, than I don't know what will," Chandler quipped, after regaining control of his limbs. He rolled off of her and onto his back.

"That was so good," Monica replied, as she rolled over on her back and yawned, the exhaustion from the weekend finally hitting her, all of her endorphins spent. She was in awe of how much stamina they had; the number of times they made love in the past two days was somewhere in the double digits, she surmised.

"We really have to get some sleep," Chandler groaned, glancing over the alarm clock, which read one o'clock; he would have to be up by six, which was a little less than six hours from then. However, after the weekend he had, and the day he was going to have, six hours of sleep was definitely not enough.

"I know, we haven't actually slept in days," Monica yawned, as he leaned down to pull the covers up around them, and Monica snuggled into his comforting arms.

"I really hope we made a baby," Monica murmured closing her eyes in fatigue.

"Me too," Chandler replied, as he kissed the top of her head.

"I love you," Chandler replied to no response, and he looked down to see that she was already fast asleep.

November 21st, 2002

"So explain to me again why our kids are rehearsing for tomorrow's dance competition in my living room?" Monica asked, as she sat at her kitchen table with Britany's mom, Elaine, watching their daughters along with their teammate and friend, Frankie, rehearse their trio with the assistance of Serena's son, Sam.

"Because she gave them that elaborate lyrical dance routine and very little rehearsal time," Elaine retorted, as she took a sip of her red wine.

"This is crazy," Monica reflected taking a slip of her own wine. "What kind of a dance teacher does that to kids?" Monica asked in disbelief. She thought letting her daughter do competitive dance would be a good thing, but it, was in fact, turning out to be a real headache, and it just kept getting worse. The late night rehearsals and last minute costume changes-were one thing, but now Mrs. Serena was just throwing routines at these girls and expecting these eleven year olds to perfect them in a matter of days and with little to no coaching.

"Because she's a goddamn cunt," Elaine said bluntly, before taking another sip of her wine.

"Elaine, language," Monica scoffed. That was one thing about Elaine; she had no problem speaking her mind, with which Monica could relate; however their brazenness often got them in trouble with Mrs. Serena, which is exactly why they were in said position of having their daughter's rehearsing in her apartment at nine o'clock at night.

"Oh, please," Elaine huffed bouncing a little toe head boy on her leg. "Both of our husbands curse like sailors, and you and I are no better," Elaine said pointing between the two of them.

"You're right," Monica relented. "We are horrible role models," Monica laughed as she took a swig of her wine.

Monica smiled down at the baby, and made fish faces at him. "Hi, Robby," Monica smiled at the little boy, who smiled back at her with a big toothless grin as he giddily clapped his hands together.

"Monica, I really need you at that studio; I can't handle that physcopath on my own, and the other moms are as useless as tits on a bull; they just bow down to that bitch's every command," Elaine said.

"I know, I know," Monica sighed. "But with Chandler being in Tulsa four days a week and just having started my new job, our schedules have become really tight; I hate to say this, because it makes me sound like a terrible mother, but I just don't have time to go to the rehearsals," Monica admitted.

"Hey, no it does not! You are a fantastic mother," Elaine insisted. "And I totally get it! Who the hell has time to sit in that studio practically every night for hours on end?" Elaine asked.

"I barely have the time; I mean I'm literally sitting there while I nurse the baby and grade papers at the same time, while those Stepford moms are passing judgement on me," Elaine said, making Monica snicker. Both she and Elaine were the odd men out, so to speak, at the studio they were both the only mothers that actually worked.

"Is it really that bad?" Monica asked.

"It's like being in a tank full of glammed up piranhas," Elaine remarked, as Monica laughed. Elaine really did have a great sense of humor, and she was so much fun to be around. Yes, Rachel and Phoebe were still her two best friends and her ride or die, but it was nice to have a friend who was married with kids; sure Rachel had Emma, and she was once again dating Ross, but dating was very different than being married; Monica and Chandler had graduated to a whole other set of relationship goals.

The baby looked up at Monica and squealed in delight making Monica's heart melt. "What are you looking at me? Are you looking at me?" Monica cooed leaning down to kiss the baby's head, and her uterus literally skipped a beat, as she got a whiff of that glorious baby smell. No smell could compare to the powdery fresh smell of a baby.

"I so miss having one of these," Monica said playing with the baby's tiny hand. She remembered when Hannah was that small and she could fit in her arms; now, she was tall and gangly, not cute and tiny; well, she was still cute.

"How's the baby making going with Chandler being in Tulsa and all?" Elaine asked, as she bounced the baby in her arms, who was now entertaining himself by making spit bubbles.

"Fortunately, we haven't had a problem in that area," Monica blushed, as she wiped the baby's mouth with a napkin, and Elaine smiled gratefully.

"Oh my, God!" Elaine gawked. "You two are like rabbits!" Elaine exclaimed, making Monica blush even more. She couldn't rebut that. They didn't have a problem finding time to make love; they were always able to find a way whether it be a quickie in the shower, a blow job on the couch, or phone sex at three o'clock in the morning. What could she say? They liked to make love.

"The only time Paul and I can find time to have sex is Saturday night, and it's a quickie in the shower before Catholic Mass," Elaine said.

"Oh my God!" Monica said in horror. "Is that what happens after you have another kid?" Monica asked.

"No, that's what happens when you teach public school," Elaine said. "Be glad you don't do that." Elaine added patting Monica's knee.

"I can't do anything right!" they heard Britany say exasperatedly from the other side of the room," and both women snapped their heads over towards the group to see them comforting a frustrated Britany, who had her head bowed in disappointment.

"Yes you can, baby!" Elaine said turning towards her daughter, "You ignore that crazy bitch's cold harsh words; you are fantastic!" Elaine said to her daughter, who looked up at her mother pitifully, as Hannah put her arms around her friend.

"Elaine!" Monica laughed.

"I don't care!" Elaine hissed. "That woman is just awful! Just look at how she is deflating our daughter's self-esteem; I'm a teacher; I know what happens to young girls with low self-esteem; they either end up pregnant at sixteen or hooking in Midtown," Elaine added.

"I know," Monica sighed having witnessed first-hand the negative side effects Serena's bullying; to counter-act that she found herself constantly showering her daughter with praise and positive reinforcement.

Monica smiled sadly, and she caressed the baby's smooth cheek. God, how she wanted another one of these; how she wanted Chandler to get her pregnant, so she could finally give Hannah a baby brother or a baby sister. She didn't know why it was taking them so long; they had been trying for almost three months (the equivalent of one whole trimester); she couldn't wait anymore; she needed to have Chandler's baby inside of her.

"But still, Sam is right there," Monica pointed at the tall, toned, dark haired beauty floated towards them with the grace of an angel. Pity. Such a waste, Monica thought. Sadly, the really pretty ones were always gay.

"No, she really is a psychotic bitch," Sam agreed as he approached the pair.

"Thank you," Elaine huffed handing Sam her glass of wine.

"I'm just waiting for that cold-hearted bitch to die, so that I can sell that godforsaken studio and move to Paris with my gay lover," Sam said bitterly before taking a big sip of wine, which he then gave back to Elaine.

"Thanks, doll," Sam said, before turning on his heel to saunter back over to the trio as both women burst out laughing.

"See, even her own son can't stand her," Elaine turned to Monica, prompting Monica to nod in agreement.

"All right, ladies and gent," they heard Sam say, as he walked back over to the girls, who were huddled in a group chatting giddily.

"Sam, who do you think Rory should choose, Dean or Jess?" Hannah asked.

"Jess; Dean is so simple-minded; Jess is far more complex and fascinating," Sam explained.

"But he's such a deusch!" Hannah exclaimed, prompting a debate, and they all talked over each other in an ear curdling decibel.

"Look at them," Monica said staring over at the group, her daughter in particular, with a proud mama bear look plastered on her face. "They are just perfect," Monica said gazing lovingly at her lengthy, graceful daughter, who was giddily chatting with her friends her blue eyes shining with glee. God, she and Chandler did make beautiful babies together.

"They look like little baby prostitutes in those spandex shorts and bra tops," Elaine noted, as Monica laughed and rolled her eyes at her friend.

"Hello, hello," Rachel said, as she entered the apartment.

"Hey, Rach," Monica greeted her friend.

"What's going on over there?" Rachel asked pointing towards the group, who had resumed dancing and were in the middle of doing a solo sequence.

"They're rehearsing for tomorrow's dance competition," Monica said glumly, as she dangled her bottle of wine.

"At nine O' Clock at night?" Rachel asked, prompting Elaine and Monica to give her a "yes, but a we don't want to go there look."

"You know what, never mind," Rachel waved getting the hint and going over to the cupboard to grab a wine glass.

"So how goes everything with the male nanny?" Monica asked pouring herself another glass of wine.

"You have a male nanny?" Elaine asked.

"Yeah, but we fired him…actually Ross fired him," Rachel said walking over to the table to grab the wine bottle and pour herself a glass.

"What? Why? Sandy couldn't have annoyed Ross that bad?" Monica asked.

"Oh, but he did," Rachel said as she poured the wine into the glass.

"How? You said he was so good with Emma?" Monica asked.

"That's the problem," Rachel said. "He was too good; he was too nurturing and too feminine and not at all masculine enough for Ross, and that freaked him out; he couldn't handle the puppets and the recorder playing and the…"

"He played the recorder?" Elaine asked.

"That's so sweet," Monica cooed.

"I know," Rachel gushed, as she took a seat at the table. "He even played Fur Elise for the baby to get her to fall asleep," Rachel said.

"Oh, my God, that is so precious," Monica gushed, placing her hand over her heart. The sweetest thing Chandler ever did for her daughter was sing Good Night Sweetheart.

"I know, my womb literally skipped a beat, when I heard him play for her," Rachel smiled dreamily.

"My God, I think I just had an orgasm," Elaine remarked, as Monica nodded in agreement.

"But now, we have to find ANOTHER nanny," Rachel threw up her hands in defeat.

"You know," Elaine began. "The daughter of Paul's boss is a nanny, and she is looking for another job," Elaine added.

"Oh really?" Rachel asked.

"Yeah, and she is in grad school getting her degree in early childhood education; she would be perfect for you guys," Elaine explained.

"Great," Rachel huffed. "A hot twenty year old nanny; that will make Ross's dick hard," Rachel said crossing her arms over her chest.

"No, that's the best part," Elaine smirked. "She's gay," Elaine added with a diabolic glimmer in her eye.

Rachel just stared at the women for a minute in silent contemplation and then asked, "You don't happen to have her number do you?" Rachel asked, as the phone rang and Monica got up to answer it.

"Hello," Monica said, acknowledging whoever was on the other end of the phone.

"Hi, honey," her husband's voice greeted her over the phone, and she smiled giddily.

"Hi, sweetheart," Monica replied as she leaned against the kitchen counter so glad to hear her husband's voice.

"I know who that is," Elaine sang. "I am sure his dick is just as hard for you as you are wet for him," Elaine added causing Rachel to burst out laughing and Monica to roll her eyes.

"So how did she do?" Chandler asked referring to Hannah's math test, because he was certainly more interested in her math skills than her dance skills.

"Why don't you ask her yourself," Monica said.

"Hannah," Monica said calling to her daughter. "Daddy's on the phone," Monica said calling out to her daughter, who was in the middle of practicing a pique turn, and Monica's womb literally ached at the sight of her. She was such a graceful child, and it was hard to believe she had come out of her, because she was far from graceful herself, and when it came to dancing she literally had two left feet.

However, performing and dancing was in the Bing blood. Nora used to be a professional dancer, before she met Charles and got married, and Charles had his own burlesque show in Vegas. Clearly, Hannah had inherited that gene from her paternal grandparents.

"Yeah!" Hannah nodded excitedly, as she chassed towards her mother, and Rachel gave her niece's bum a tiny little bop, as she passed by; upon reaching her mother, she took the phone from her mother and held it to her ear.

"Hi, daddy," Hannah said. "Good; how about you?" Monica heard her daughter ask her husband.

"I got an A+?" Hannah boasted. Monica couldn't hear Chandler's side of the conversation, but she was surmising that he was showering her with praise and affection judging by the big smile on her face and knowing how much Chandler had worked with his daughter to prepare her for that test.

Hannah, like Chandler, was naturally gifted in math, which was why she was taking seventh grade math instead of sixth grade math, but it had been more of a challenge for Hannah, and she wasn't used to math being a challenge for her, but it was a good thing. She needed to be challenged.

"Sort of…," Hannah sighed. "For the group dance I am, but I'm not really sure about the trio; we haven't really practiced that much for it, but Sam Mrs. Serena's…" Hannah began before her mother cut her off.

"Ok…" Monica interjected knowing exactly where this conversation was headed; she didn't need Chandler finding out about the little impromptu dance rehearsal in their living room. He didn't exactly jive with this whole competitive dance thing to begin with or Mrs. Serena, for that matter, so finding out that Hannah's dance teacher had flaked on their kid would have set him off.

"Honey, why don't you go back over to the group; I'm sure daddy will call back later," Monica said to her floored daughter; she didn't feel good about doing what she just did, but she didn't know what else to do. She would definitely have to talk to Hannah about it later.

"Ok," Hannah sighed going back over to join the group that was in the middle of practicing the pelvis thrust sequence for the umpteenth time.

"Sorry about that," Monica said talking to her husband. "We're just having a little pre-competition party, and Hannah just couldn't wait to get back to her friends," Monica lied; it killed to her to lie to her husband and make it seem as if their daughter was more interested in her friends than talking to him, but she didn't need to add to the drama of the evening; she would tell him another time; preferably when he was good and drunk.

"Is that what this is?" Rachel asked turning to Elaine.

"No…" Elaine shook her head. "But we are not particularly of this, so if you see my husband tomorrow don't tell him about any of this," Elaine replied as Rachel just shook her head.

"I see, she does seem nervous about the competition," Chandler concluded, as Monica waved to Elaine and Rachel to get their attention, before pointing and mouthing to the pair that she was going into the bedroom. Elaine and Rachel nodded in understanding.

"Yeah," Monica said glancing at her daughter, who was in the middle of doing a pique turn.

"She is, but I know she is going to do great," Monica said as she closed the bedroom door behind her.

"No doubt," Chandler agreed.

"So did you take a pregnancy test?" Chandler asked bringing up the elephant in the conversation; since they had started trying she had religiously taken a pregnancy test once a week; unfortunately, each and every one of them had been negative.

"I did…." Monica began, as she sat on the edge of the bed. "And it was negative," Monica sighed picking up a framed baby photo of a baby Hannah sitting on her nightstand and smiling sadly at it. She couldn't understand why this wasn't happening for them; the first time Chandler put his dick inside of her she got pregnant. It just seemed like this time would be just as easy as the first time.

"Well, I figured as much, when I hadn't heard from you today; I figured if it were positive you would have called me as soon as you found out," Chandler replied.

"You know me so well," Monica laughed. "I'm sorry; I meant to call you, but the day just got away from me; work was crazy and Hannah's dance practice ran over and then…."Monica said stopping herself from rambling on about the major blow up with Mrs. Serena over her negligence of the routine and then the impromptu rehearsal that Sam agreed to do, for free, to spite his mother.

"That's ok; I get it," Chandler chuckled.

"I'm just so frustrated that we haven't gotten pregnant, yet," Monica huffed. "I mean you were wearing a condom the first time, and I still got pregnant; and we've done it bare back like a zillion times, in the last few months and still no baby!" Monica exclaimed.

"I know," Chandler laughed. "But we were a lot younger then, and Dr. Long did say not be surprised if it doesn't happen right away," Chandler reasoned.

"I know, I know," Monica sighed. "I just wish it would happen already," Monica whined.

"Me too," Chandler agreed. "But hey, I'll be home next week for Thanksgiving, and we will have plenty of time to make a baby," Chandler said in attempt to cheer her up.

"Mmm," Monica brightened up at his suggestion. "I can't wait; I've been aching with desire for you all week," Monica purred growing hot at the mere thought of him humping her. She couldn't wait for all of the sex they were going to have; she had even bought several teddies to celebrate the occasion.

"Monica, you have no idea how painfully stiff my dick is right now; going a week without penetrating you is simply too long," Chandler admitted, and Monica blushed flattered that he still wanted her so.

"Well, call back later tonight, once everyone is gone and Hannah is asleep, and maybe I can help you unstiffen it," Monica suggested.

"Mmmkay," Chandler squeaked.

November 28th, 2002

Chandler drummed his fingers against the white chair, as he sat impatiently in his living room watching the Wizard of Oz for the umpteenth time. It had been an annual Thanksgiving tradition for Joey to watch it over and over again, since it played on the television on a loop, but it still annoyed him, since he wasn't a big fan of the film to begin with.

Ok, so the film wasn't the sole reason he was so grumpy. He and Monica hadn't had sex in almost two weeks, and he hadn't masturbated since their phone sex session almost a week ago. This was because Monica thought it would be a brilliant idea to have a sex fast. She got the idea from Cosmo. The rationale behind it being that they would both be so horney that when they both would finally cum they would finally explode like a volcano, and according to Monica, may aid in catapulting his semen into her womb; he was pretty sure that it wouldn't make a difference other than driving him completely mad, but once Monica got an idea in her head, it was hard to talk her out of it, which was why they had ended up in this position. His dick was so painfully hard for her at this point that he was sure by the time he did penetrate her he would just cum from the act of entering her.

Chandler scoffed as Joey began to sing along to "Ding-Dong the witch is dead," and Chandler diverted his attention from the TV to his friend, who was happily singing along.

"Seriously, what is your fascination with this movie, Joe?" Chandler asked.

"What?" Joey asked defensively. "It's a classic! Great music, a hot farm girl, and hot witches…" Joey elaborated.

"Hot witches?" Chandler asked in bemusement; sure he could agree about the hot farm girl part; but hot witches? Really Joe, Chandler thought.

"Ok, so just one hot witch," Joey clarified. "You have to admit that Glinda is one hot chick," Joey smiled

"You are a very weird man," Chandler bitterly quipped.

"Jeez someone is in a bad mood," Joey grumbled picking up on Chandler's foul mood.

"I'm sorry," Chandler apologized. "It's just that Monica and I haven't slept together in almost two weeks, and we are supposed to do it tonight, but Monica is taking forever to get ready," Chandler sighed.

"No sex in two weeks," Joey said. "That's rough," Joey commented.

"You're telling me," Chandler grumbled.

"Well, I'm going to go back to my place to watch the rest of this, as you're about to have your hands full if you know what I mean?" Joey smirked.

"Yes…I know what you mean," Chandler grimaced, as he was sure filthy images of he and Monica fucking flashed through Joey's perverse mind; since finding and watching the sex tape of he and Monica, Joey had become more amused by the thought of the two of them fucking.

"See ya, Joe," Chandler said prompting Joey to come out of his sex trance and scurry out of the apartment.

"Hi," he heard his wife say behind him, and he jumped up eagerly from their chair to see her standing in the doorway of their bedroom wearing her black satin robe; knowing that she was wearing something sexy underneath.

"Hey," Chandler said quickly clicking off the TV with the remote to join her in the doorway.

"I have a surprise for you in the bedroom," Monica sang, as she grabbed his hand leading him into their bedroom, and he switched off the living room light, as he followed her like a puppy on a leash.

"Wow," Chandler said closing the door to the bedroom; their room was lit up with candles of all shapes and sizes and there were rose petals scattered on the bed; very romantic-Chandler noted.

"I wanted to make it special," Monica said, as she peeled off her robe revealing what was underneath it, and his eyes literally popped out of his head, and his dick nearly exploded at the site. She was wearing a red halter baby doll slip; it was very lacy, very sexy, and oh so very sheer; it also covered very little of her hot body;

Monica did a sexy turn revealing her tight bare behind, and she shook it for good measure making his stomach muscles clench and his dick throb even more.

"What do you think?" Monica preened spinning back around to face him.

"I think I'm going to cum just from looking at you, baby," Chandler squeaked making Monica laugh.

"Please, please let me enter you NOW," Chandler begged like a little boy begging for candy.

"All in good time my love, all in good time," Monica said, as she took Chandler's hand in hers and laced them together, while leading him towards their bed. She pushed him down on the bed and spun around giving Chandler a niece view of her bare ass, which he proceeded to caress causing her to visibly shudder.

He watched as Monica opened the nightstand drawer to pull out a blindfold. A blindfold? He really hoped she wasn't going to tie him up with it or something; that kind of thing never went well for him.

"What's that for?" Chandler apprehensively asked.

"For you to wear," Monica replied. "It's meant to create mystery," Monica explained.

"But I don't WANT mystery; You see, I want to see what I am doing to you," Chandler protested. "That's half the fun," Chandler insisted.

"But this will make you want me more," Monica pouted, as she held up the blindfold.

"You don't understand; that's physically impossible," Chandler began. "There's no way I could want you more than I already do," Chandler added.

"But Cosmo said…" Monica began, as Chandler stopped her; he was tired of what Cosmo said. Everything that Cosmo suggested had been of no benefit to him.

"To torture your husband?" Chandler quipped.

"Pretty much," Monica replied, as Monica straddled his waist.

"Wow it sure is dark," Chandler chuckled, after Monica tied the blindfold around his head.

"Just sit back, relax, and enjoy how good I am going to make you feel baby," Monica whispered, as she felt her hands tug at the buttons on his shirt slowly unbuttoning each one…one at a time. He could feel her squirm impatiently against him, as she did, and he could not stop the soft moan that escaped his lips.

Once he could feel that his shirt was opened, he shrugged it off, as Monica started pushing the bottom of his undershirt up and off of his body. Once he was completely naked from the waist up, he felt Monica carefully lift herself from his lap making him whimper at the loss of contact.

He then gasped, when he felt her lips connect with his skin catching him off guard, because he couldn't see it coming; he was completely blind; in fact he couldn't see anything except total blackness. He sighed, as he felt her kiss her way down his chest to his torso, and he jumped, as she caressed his abdomen, and he could feel her tugging urgently on his belt buckle hastily pulling it off, before working to unbutton his trousers.

He lifted his hips helping her pull them down along with his boxers, and once he felt the pants pooling at his ankles, he could feel Monica tugging off his shoes and socks, and once that barrier was out of the way, he kicked off the pesky garments.

Now, that he was completely naked and vulnerable he had no idea what she was going to do next, but it did thrill him some; not knowing what she was going to do next definitely turned him on. However, he so desperately needed to see her.

He gasped, as he felt Monica caress his inner and then out thighs, and he knew when he felt her take his painfully stiff dick in her hand what she was going to do next, and he practically jumped off the bed, when she took his balls in her mouth and licked them sensually moaning as she did.

"Oh, baby," Chandler breathed, as he fell back on the bed his stomach muscles heaving. He was so close to cumming; he didn't think he could hold out. He knew what the point of this little experiment was; it was to get him as close to his breaking point as possible, so that when he did enter her he would be so turned on that he would explode inside of her; it was an obscene and ridiculous amount of floor play, why she felt that she needed two weeks of foreplay to get him in the mood was beyond him. Didn't she know that he was in a perpetual hard on for her? He didn't need all of this to get him in the mood

And to make matters worse she then slowly eased all of him into her warm mouth, and he nearly came then and there from the sensation of it; luckily she only gave him a few delicious strokes before releasing him with a pop. He couldn't see what she was doing, but he felt the bed dip, as she climbed on top of it, and he wasn't at all surprised, when she straddled his waist, and he knew what was coming next.

She hastily took his cock in her hand, which was already throbbing and most likely already weeping, and she eased herself down on it, and they both hissed. She began moving on top of him, as she whimpered desperately, and he shot the little game to hell buy tearing off the blindfold and popping up in the bed drawing her body close to his.

"What are you doing?" Monica gasped in surprise, as he pulled the top of the negligee down to expose her full creamy breasts, and he licked his lips, as he gazed at the soft milky mounds, and he took a totally erect nipple in his mouth making her practically weep.

"What are you doing?" Monica gasped, as he stared up at her with an evil glint in his eye, as he sucked on her aching nipple. "You're messing with the plan," Monica half-heartedly reminded him, as she sighed at the incredible feel of his lips on her breast. She had to admit she was enjoying his lips on her breast and his cock inside her pussy too much to care.

"I don't care," Chandler said, as he unlatched his mouth from her breast and stared lovingly into her eyes. "I need to be able to hold you, to feel you, to kiss you, and to see you when I make love to you," Chandler lovingly said. "I need to be able to lavish your body and make you feel as good as you make me feel," Chandler said adoringly, as he gently cupped her tight ass.

"Oh, Chandler…" Monica replied, as tears glistened in her eyes both thoroughly touched by his words and so utterly turned on by his sexiness and tenderness; it was past the point of being bearable. She couldn't stand the immense build up pleasure in her womb anymore; she needed a release.

"Promise me that you will never deprive me of you that long again for no good reason," Chandler said, as he massaged her tight little ass.

"I promise, sweetheart," Monica laughed through her tears. The feeling of unbearable pressure in her womb was overwhelming her and sending her into a tailspin of emotions.

"I love you," Monica smiled lovingly at him, "So much," Monica said, as she cupped his face in her hands, and Chandler leaned into kiss her lovingly and tenderly beginning to pump up deliciously into her making her moan and writhe.

They were both extremely close to orgasm, so Chandler wasted no time with the buildup because they were already built up, so he began pounding up into her relentless to get them there.

Getting them THERE didn't take him very long, because Monica was already at the edge, shuddering with the first pump, and all he had to do was push her over it, which did disappoint him, because getting her to the edge was most of the fun, and pushing her over it was only the icing on the cake.

"Oh, Chandler," Monica wept, as she clung to him her eyes shuttering in ecstasy, as the flood gates of pleasure burst opening releasing a flow of pleasure so intense that she thought her womb was going to explode.

"Oh, my, God, baby you make me feel so good," Monica gasped feeling that she couldn't possibly bear anymore pleasure, and then Chandler trembled and groaned involuntarily propelling his dick so far into her that it literally kissed her womb, and they both shook violently, panting desperately as his seed spilled into her uterus.

My God. Monica thought to herself. The passion and immense love that they shared always spilled out in their lovemaking revealing itself through mind blowing orgasms that robbed them both of breath.

"Baby," Monica said lifting her head from his shoulder to gaze longingly into his beautiful eyes-the same beautiful eyes that he gifted to their child.

"Yes, love," Chandler smiled, as he clutched her ass sending shivers up her spine; God she loved how he touched her. His touch set her body on fire.

"Do you remember the whole Rachel blurting out to you that you are the best sex I've ever had fiasco?" Monica asked running her hands his thick sandy hair.

"Oh, I remember," Chandler chuckled, giving her ass another tight squeeze. He sure did love her beautiful ass. He loved to look at it, touch, it and enter it-preferably all at once.

"Well, I don't think that I ever told you this, but you are the first man that ever made love to me, and the only man that has made love to me so tenderly and so passionately that I can feel just how much you love me when we make love," Monica shared.

"No you haven't, but I'm glad to hear because that's just what I intend to do when I make love to you is make you feel my love," Chandler whispered.

"And you do; quite successfully I might add," Monica quipped.

"Good," Chandler breathed, as he moved his hand from her ass balancing her on this thighs, as he pulled the negligee up and off her body throwing it to the floor.

"I think I'm ready for round two how about you?" Chandler asked, as he used all of the strength in his legs to lift them from the bed.

"Oh my," Monica admired, as he stood up with her still wrapped around his waist. "My handsome prince sure is very strong," Monica smiled, as he kissed her deeply, before plopping her down on their mattress and joining her on the bed to make love to her yet again. Both completely but blissfully oblivious to the two lives their last round of lovemaking had made.

TO BE CONTINUED