April 26, 2002

Monica guiltily sighed as she clutched her cell phone to her chest. She turned around and leaned against the sink, biting her lower lip. She had not meant to upset her daughter by flying out to Tulsa to visit Chandler for the weekend. The thought hadn't even crossed her mind until Joey had proposed the idea earlier that day in the coffee house. It had spurred her into action to plan the perfect surprise for Chandler.

She missed him like crazy, and it had only been a week since he had left. The whole week had been absolute torture without him. She had never been away from him that long and absolutely hated it.

Though, if she were honest with herself, she hadn't seen Hannah that much in the past week, either, with Hannah going to school during the day and dance class in the evening three times a week.

It also didn't help that she had given her three weeks' notice at work, and her boss had been working her to the bone, trying to get as much out of her as possible before relinquishing her to her new employer.

She felt like she was being pulled in two different directions, with her daughter in New York and her husband in Tulsa. It wasn't the way that things were supposed to be. They were supposed to be together as a family, but this was their current reality, and she was already disappointing someone. She hated that someone just so happened to be her little girl.

She just had to talk to Hannah and ensure she was okay, even if that meant keeping Chandler waiting a little longer. At least it would give him more time with his shark porn.

Monica sifted her hand through her dark hair and hit the redial button on her cellphone; she bit her nail in nervous anticipation as she waited for someone to answer.

"Hello," she heard Rachel say on the other end of the phone.

"Hey, Rach," Monica said with a shaky voice.

"Can I speak to Hannah, please?" Monica asked before tapping her fingers anxiously against the sink.

"Sure," Rachel said.

"Hold on one sec," Rachel said before calling out to Hannah. A knot formed in her stomach as she heard Rachel tell her daughter that she was on the phone, and a one-two punch of guilt nearly knocked the breath out of her as she heard Rachel coax a reluctant Hannah to talk to her.

"Hello," Hannah finally answered.

"Hi, baby girl," Monica smiled at her daughter's angelic voice.

"Hi," Hannah said unenthusiastically, which stung like hell.

"Did you have a good day at school?" Monica asked.

"Yeah," Hannah replied without much enthusiasm or interest, and she hated it. She hated that her daughter was so upset with her, and she had no one to blame but herself.

"How was dance rehearsal? Mrs. Abby wasn't too hard on you girls, was she?" Monica asked.

"Hannah," Monica said, unsure if she had lost the connection as she hadn't heard any reply from Hannah.

"It was okay," Hannah sighed, and it sounded as if she was on the verge of tears.

"Sweetheart," Monica said as Hannah burst into tears, and she could hear Rachel try to soothe her on the other end of the line.

"Why did you go see Daddy without me?" Hannah asked, and there it was. She wasn't surprised, but hearing the hurt in her daughter's voice was SO hard.

"You always leave me out of everything. I wanted to go see Daddy too!" Hannah bawled as Monica closed her eyes, willing herself not to cry.

"Sweetheart, I am so sorry," was all Monica could say as she took a deep breath.

"You don't care about me anymore!" Hannah exclaimed, and Monica covered her mouth with her hand as silent tears wracked her petite frame. That was far from the truth and the last thing she ever wanted her daughter to think. It wrecked her that Hannah was thinking that.

"Mon," Chandler said as he opened the door, and he frowned as he saw that she was silently crying.

"What's wrong?" Chandler mouthed, and Monica just shook her head and hit the speaker button on her cellphone. Their daughter's sobs echoed through the bathroom, which made worry shadow his beautiful face.

"Hannah, baby. It's daddy; what's wrong, sweetheart?" Chandler asked as he pulled his now sobbing wife into his arms. She buried her face in the crook of his shoulder and bit his shirt to muffle her sobs.

"I don't want to talk to you!" Hannah cried, causing Monica to sob harder, and Chandler rubbed her back and kissed her shoulder, completely confused as to what had upset both of his girls and then realization hit him like a ton of bricks. Hannah was not happy about Monica coming to Tulsa. He knew it was a last-minute decision, and Hannah hadn't been particularly thrilled about this arrangement; of course, no one was, but them being here and her being there the first weekend he was gone wasn't helping matters.

"Deep breaths, please," Chandler said to his daughter and wife, and he could hear Rachel encouraging Hannah to breathe over the other end of the phone.

"Are you upset because Mommy and Daddy are in Tulsa this weekend, and you are not?" Chandler asked. Monica lifted her head from his shoulder, and he swiped his finger underneath each eye to brush away her tears.

"Duh!" Hannah insisted, and, in ten seconds flat, she had gone from balling to sassy.

"Well, we are so very, very sorry for not including you this weekend," Chandler admitted, and Monica nodded in agreement before he pulled her head in to kiss her forehead gently.

"Hannah…" Chandler asked after he was met with dead silence.

"It's okay," Hannah sighed.

"No, it's not okay, but do you forgive us?" Chandler asked, and he was met with dead silence yet again.

"Hannah…" Chandler said, encouraging her to acknowledge it.

"I forgive you…" Hannah mumbled.

"And you know that Mommy and Daddy love you more than anything, right?" Chandler asked.

"YES," Hannah said.

"And you're going to have a great time with Auntie Rachel and Uncle Ross this weekend?" Chandler said.

"Yeah," Hannah sniffed. Chandler smiled, pleased that he had brightened his daughter's mood and his wife's by default, who had gone from sobbing to smiling brightly up at him. He beamed at her, bent his head to kiss her soft lips gently, and groaned inwardly. He couldn't wait to bury himself between her thighs and kiss her senselessly.

"Yeah! Duh!" Rachel chimed in from the other end of the phone.

"And Aunt Rachel has been on speakerphone the entire time?" Chandler asked, making Monica roll her eyes and laugh.

"What? It's my phone!" Rachel defended, making Hannah giggle and Chandler roll his eyes at a now grinning Monica.

"We are going to go shopping, and we are going to go to Serendipity's to get huge ice cream sundaes!" Rachel said animatedly.

"Yeah!" he could hear his daughter exclaim on the other end of the phone, and he grimaced as he looked down at his wife, who did not look pleased.

"Great," Monica mumbled not at all happy at the prospect of her Hannah consuming copious amounts of sugar, but it wasn't like she hadn't asked for it by going out of town and leaving her daughter with her fun aunt Rachel.

"And who is going to pay for this little shopping spree?" they heard Ross ask from somewhere in the background.

"Ross…" they heard Rachel begin.

"Shut up!" they heard her add.

"How mature," they heard Ross grumble on the other end of the phone.

"Oh, and we can have a movie night with pizza!" Rachel added excitedly, making Monica seethe, and Ross could be heard grumbling about needing to buy more Pepto-Bismol in the background.

"Rachel…" Monica warned, and Chandler cut her off, sensing an impending argument and wanting to avoid even more drama.

"We love you, sweetheart," Chandler said to Hannah.

"Love you, baby girl," Monica sighed, now aggravated at her friend, who thought overindulging her daughter was a great way to get under her skin.

"Love you too," Hannah added.

"And we'll talk to you tomorrow," Chandler said.

"Good night, guys," Chandler said to Ross and Rachel.

"Night," Ross and Rachel replied before he hung up his wife's cellphone and returned it to her.

"Great," Monica mumbled as she turned on her heel and began pacing the bathroom length.

"I left my daughter to Rachel's over-indulgent whims to come all the way out to this God-forsaken place only to find out that my husband watches shark porn!" Monica exclaimed, crossing her hands over her chest in exasperation.

"Wait?! What?! I don't… I don't watch shark porn!" Chandler exclaimed, throwing his hands up in the air.

"Well, that's what I saw you jerking off to when I came in," Monica elaborated, tucking a loose strand of hair behind her ear.

"No..." Chandler said, shaking his head.

"I was watching regular porn, but I quickly changed the channel when you came in," Chandler expounded.

"What?" Monica shook her head in confusion.

"See," Chandler said as he dragged her out of the bathroom and over to the coffee table to grab the clicker. He turned it back to the paper view channel he was initially watching, and Monica sighed in relief as a very naked Anna Nicole Smith appeared on screen.

"Boy, I cannot tell you how relieved I am," Monica smiled as she admired Anna Nicole's large, exposed breasts. She wouldn't mind having a threesome with her, and she was pretty sure Chandler wouldn't mind either. Monica bit her bottom lip, desperately wanting her husband to lick her breasts like the man on the screen was licking Anna's.

"Well, I can't believe that you thought that I get off on watching sharks," Chandler chuckled in amusement as he walked over to his wife.

"Well, it was a huge shock to me!" Monica said as he wrapped his arms around her waist and pulled her into his arms.

"Are we horrible parents?" Monica asked as she played with her husband's tie.

"I don't think so…" Chandler shook his head.

"Horny, yes," Chandler smiled down at his wife, who, he noticed for the first time, was wearing her sheer lacy eyelash teddy with detachable garters. She looked so hot in that, and he couldn't believe he hadn't noticed her in it before. Distraught daughters and shark porn had been more pressing topics of conversation.

"And very kinky," Monica smiled as she loosened his tie, lifted it over his head, and threw it on the floor.

"And hot," Chandler smirked as Monica bent down and unbuckled his belt, hitching his breath.

"So very hot," Monica breathed, tearing off his belt and throwing it to the floor.

"Do you think maybe we should turn it off?" Chandler pointed to the TV as he heard Anna Nicole moan, and he glanced over to see that she was going down on some very muscular guy.

"I don't think so," Monica looked up at him with glistening eyes."

It's hot. Don't you think?" Monica asked as she tilted her head and smiled mischievously up at him.

"Hmmm…yeah," Chandler babbled as Monica unzipped his pants and snaked her fingers around the waistband of his briefs before pushing both garments down his legs. He wasted no time kicking them off.

"My, my, my," Monica smiled.

"Such toned thighs you have, Mr. Bing," she hummed as she ran her hands up and down his sculpted thighs.

"Well, I have been working out," Chandler quipped, as he stared down at his beautiful wife, who was so entranced with his stiff cock that it was making him obscenely, painfully hard.

"And such a big love stick you have," Monica licked her lips, as she took his length in her hand making him hiss with pleasure.

"Mon," Chandler breathed as her warm hand slid up and down his throbbing length, and he gasped as she took him into her warm mouth. His eyes rolled back in his head as both Anna Nicole and his wife moaned. God, this was so unbelievably hot and filthy.

"Shit, Mon," Chandler gasped as she took him back in her mouth. He looked down to see her staring up at him as she slid him back and forth in her mouth, all the while humming against him, sending goose bumps up his stiff length.

"Oh, Mon," Chandler babbled as she licked his tip and tickled his ball sack with her delicate, warm fingers before running her tongue up and down his entire shaft. His whole body felt sizzling and tingling from the sensations she was creating.

"Stand up," Chandler said as he looked down at his hot wife, who was vigorously sucking him off.

"What?" Monica panted, releasing him from her mouth but still holding him in her hand.

"I want to sixty-nine," Chandler said as he licked his lips, desperately wanting to lick and taste her.

"Okay," Monica gasped as she stood up, and he grabbed her ass, lifting her, so she could wrap her legs around his waist.

"God, this lingerie is so sexy," Chandler panted as he walked them backward towards the couch.

"This old thing; you've seen it on me like a million times," Monica laughed, wrapping her arms around his neck.

"Yeah, but it still drives me insane," Chandler growled as he leaned in to capture her lips with his own, and they both moaned into the kiss as he plopped down on the couch.

They both passionately kissed as she straddled his waist. Monica moaned as she rubbed herself against him, and Chandler pushed the thin straps of her lingerie down. He then detached his lips from hers to kiss his way down her neck to her shoulder. He glanced up at the TV and inwardly groaned as he saw the pair on TV going at it doggie style, and he so wanted to do that with Monica.

"I love you," Chandler breathed, lifting his head to stare into his wife's gorgeous blue eyes.

"I love you too, Chandler," Monica replied as he pushed the top of her teddy down to expose her tempting breasts, and Monica arched her back to shove her aching breasts into her husband's awaiting face. Chandler tantalizingly licked his lips before dipping his head to take the first globe into his eager mouth.

"Oh, Chandler," Monica breathed as she sifted her hands through his short hair, and he stared up at her while he circled his tongue around her right breast before taking it into his mouth, which did her in.

"Oh baby, yes," Monica whimpered as his tongue flicked her painfully aroused nipple, and they both moaned as she pushed herself up and down on him, the flimsy material of her negligee making her wet snatch very accessible to him and easy for him to poke through.

"What happened to sixty-nine?" Monica craned her neck, as Chandler moved his lips to kiss her throat.

"Fuck sixty-nine; I want to bury myself between your thighs so badly," Chandler growled.

"But you promised," Monica pouted, and both she and Chandler snapped their heads towards the TV, as they heard Anna Nicole scream, as her very muscular lover went down on her.

"Oh my," Monica gasped as Chandler swiftly swung his legs onto the couch, taking her with him, and he grasped her waist, pulling her toward him. He moved the flimsy crotch of the teddy out of the way so that he could thrust his tongue inside her already-sopping heat.

"Oh…Gawd…" Monica moaned as he waggled his tongue inside of her so delectably that she felt like she might faint from the pleasure; her whole body was shaking. She then wrapped her hand around his dick, which was so stiff she could see the veins popping out, and she pumped it a few times before adding her mouth for effect.

They both moaned as they went down on each other, the moans and screams from the couple now fucking on the TV spurring them on.

Chandler ran his hands up and down her stocking-covered thighs as he began to French kiss her pussy, and Monica gasped as she released him from her mouth. This action made her bolt upright. Chandler then moved his hands to her petite waist, and Monica continued moving up and down on his waist, loudly moaning as he licked and stroked her.

This feeling was just too wonderful, and Monica felt like her loins were itching and tingling uncontrollably. He was so damn good at this.

"Baby," Monica breathed as she moved both hands to touch and play with her bouncing breasts.

"I need you so badly," Monica whimpered, and Chandler wasted no time removing his mouth and tongue from inside of her and flipping her over on the couch. He then crawled up her body and between her open legs.

"Oh shit," Chandler cursed as he struggled to pull the form-fitting teddy off of her sweating body.

"Rip it," Monica hissed as she ran her hands up and down his bare shoulders.

"Are you sure?" Chandler panted as he kneeled between her thighs.

"Yes," Monica whimpered, and Chandler tore his way down the middle of the flimsy teddy and pushed it off her body, leaving her in nothing but her black stockings. God, she looked so fucking sexy.

Chandler then lay on the couch behind her, pulling her with him. Monica glanced over at the TV, watching the man on TV penetrate Anna Nicole in the same position, and she gasped as her husband inched his way inside of her.

"This is so hot," Chandler panted as he lifted her leg and pounded into her from behind.

"I know," Monica smiled as she twisted her neck so that he could kiss her lips, and they both melted into the kiss, rocking back and forth. The feel of him inside of her was literally driving her insane. He certainly knew how to love her.

"Oh, Oh, oh!" Monica threw her head back in ecstasy as Chandler used his free hand to vigorously massage her throbbing clit, while his pelvis thrust against her behind, creating glorious friction.

"Oh, Chandler, yes!" Monica screamed as he held her to him, and they both came.

"That was so good," Monica sighed with her eyes closed. Her chest heaved from the aftershock, and she threw her head back and grasped her husband's sweaty hair as he kissed her neck and cupped her right breast.

"It looks like they had fun too," Monica smirked at the couple now intertwined and kissing on a king-sized bed, basking in the afterglow of what appeared to be very enjoyable sex.

"Yeah, but the difference is that we are so in love, and they are not," Chandler whispered into her ear. Her breath hitched, and tears glistened in her eyes at his sentiment as she craned her head.

She smiled brightly at him, saying, "So in love," as he leaned in to passionately kiss her.

To be Continued