Tangled Web

Chapter 3

Shannon and Monique had both already cleaned up and made their way out of the bathroom at intervals designed to go unnoticed. Elliot felt like going home. He enjoyed spending time with Monique and Shannon, and it was more than he had expected this afternoon, but he couldn't imagine the evening getting better. And when things can't get better, they can probably get worse, and sometimes that's the best time to leave.

Elliot figured he should at least stay through dinner and thank Tim for the invite again. As Elliot spit out the mouthwash which cleaned out the taste of Monique's pussy, he was both feeling fresh and already losing the afterglow of the wonderful afternoon that had begun about an hour earlier. Elliot checked himself over in the mirror to ensure that he appeared collected and fresh, and then opened the door to head back to the main room.

"Hello stranger."

There she was. Elliot felt tingles go down his spine and spread throughout his entire body.

"I wasn't sure you were here, but Monique said you had gone to the restroom," Elliot turned around to see her for the first time in 18 months.

Tiffany McAllister looked as good as she ever had, and Elliot had known her for 13 years. The first time they met, Tiffany and Elliot had been assigned to a finance project for the automotive company they worked for together. At the time, they had both been in competition for the CFO position, but the project had pushed them both to excel in ways neither one knew they could. And 13 years ago, both Tiffany and Elliot had been in their late 20's and had enough vibrancy to be sexually attractive to a blind person.

Perhaps the vibrancy waned, but the sexual attractiveness had not. At least not for Elliot. Tiffany McAllister was not a McAllister by birth, she was Maltese by heritage, and McAllister was her first husband's name. They had been married for 15 years before their ugly divorce. Elliot knew that he was a primary contributor to the divorce, but Elliot had met Tony McAllister once and felt no regrets in ending that marriage. Tony had been lucky to be married to Tiffany to begin with, and his downward spiral into drug addiction a domestic violence had made him wholly unworthy.

Elliot and Tiffany shared a 13-year on-again-off-again affair. It began shortly after their assigned project together when, through some corporate espionage, Tiffany had been scouted out and offered the CFO position of another manufacturer a full 3 years before Elliot finally landed the CFO role at the company that had originally employed them both. As a parting gift, Elliot had offered to buy Tiffany dinner at the nicest restaurant in the city. Tiffany, having received a healthy bonus as a part of her new employment package, booked a hotel room at the nicest hotel nearby "in case she drank too much" to drive home that evening.

The subconscious is a powerful thing, and in hindsight, both Elliot and Tiffany knew that they both longed to work out the sexual frustration that had built up between the two of them over the time they had worked together. Neither Tiffany nor Elliot could remember the dinner, but they both remembered the night in the hotel together. They had sex on every usable surface of the penthouse suite of the hotel. It was a literal marathon of sex that was more passionate, fervent, and athletic than either of them had experienced in their entire life. They only stopped when Tiffany started laughing when her attempts to suck Elliot's cock back to life came up empty after 10 minutes of effort. Elliot had rewarded her efforts with his tongue on her pussy until she had her 5th orgasm of the evening. Finally, they passed out on the bed wrapped in each other's arms until at about 2am. Elliot's cock had sprung to life again and Tiffany took full advantage, slowly moving her hips to thrust his cock into her.

Elliot had let her continue with no attempts to be anything other than a tool for her pleasure, until she noticed he was awake. They looked into each other's eyes, and it was in that moment, that Elliot fell deeply in love with Tiffany. He rolled her onto her back as her legs spread open for him, he slowly thrust into her. They weren't fucking this time. They had fucked all night before this. This time, they were making love.

"Elliot," Tiffany's breathy voice spoke his name.

"Hi," Elliot replied.

"Hi," Tiffany said back with a smile.

"Will you marry me?" Elliot asked, with a laugh.

"Yes," Tiffany laughed in reply.

They continued to hold onto each other as Elliot remained inside of Tiffany. They were connected. Physically and emotionally in that moment.

Over the years, they connected and reconnected in this way with ease. They could not see or speak to one another for months, but the moment they reconnected, it was as if they had been with each other the entire time.

Tiffany was Elliot's type. In every way. She wore the perfume that gripped his senses. She was and is a perfect hourglass shape. And her long brunette hair was never anything but intoxicatingly perfect except when it was a sexual mess from their lovemaking. Over the past 13 years, they had each maintained themselves well and their chemistry was immediately evident whenever they were together.

"You know I couldn't help but wonder, why Monique would have known that you were back here, but I figured it must have been because you passed by her on your way," Tiffany continued, as she approached Elliot lazily. She smiled coyly when she got close enough to Elliot to tug on his shirt and pull his lips to hers.

Under any other normal circumstances, this would seem quite assumptive, but Tiffany and Elliot had created this kind of relationship over the years. The breaks in their affair had normally lasted no more than 4 or 5 months, but this time it had been at least 18 months. For Elliot, the last 18 months without her had felt like an eternity. But Tiffany obviously didn't need any warmup. As they broke their kiss Tiffany's mouth returned to her coy smile.

"Mouthwash? For me? You shouldn't have."

Elliot felt his stomach flip as he knew he had been caught. All he offered was a resigned shrug and a knowing look.

"I always wondered if you and Monique had been that way together, your chemistry was always intoxicatingly infectious."

"Well, actually..." Elliot began to object.

"It's okay Elliot, I've always known what our relationship was, and what it wasn't," Tiffany was always very practical about their relationship over the years.

With a renewed confidence, it was Elliot's turn to pull Tiffany towards him, as he pressed his lips to hers, this time with a hint of urgency. She opened her mouth slightly and their tongues met in a playful dance before they broke apart again.

"It was actually our first time," Elliot quickly interjected before Tiffany could speak again.

"Lucky girl," Tiffany responded, "too bad I missed the fun." And with that Tiffany giggled which caused Elliot to break into a laugh.

Tiffany and Elliot walked back into the main room and took seats together and began a conversation which lasted through dinner, desert, and down to the last 8 attendees. Tim was still there, along with Shannon, Jim, Monique, and two other ladies that Elliot didn't recognize who were both hanging on Tim's every word with giggles and laughter. 'Tim's got his pick tonight' Elliot thought to himself. Tiffany noticed Elliot's eyes wandering through the room.

"Hey, if you want to talk to someone else, you can," Tiffany said rhetorically.

"Oh, no I guess I was just surprised to see we stayed so late. I haven't stayed out this long since it's been just me and Ethan. I hope he's not worried about me," Elliot had never been one to "check-in" with the family when he was moving up the ladder in his corporate days, so it almost felt unnatural for him to be thinking this way.

Tiffany didn't seem to mind, "I totally get it, Lila is probably wondering about me as well."

Lila was Tiffany's daughter, the only child from her marriage to Tony, and the only good thing that had come from that marriage. Elliot had never met Lila, and Tiffany had never met Ethan, but they both had seen plenty of pictures and neither one shied away from talking about their children. One thing about Tiffany and Ethan's affair that they both appreciated was that they didn't live in a fantasy with it. They both remained grounded and real. Their affair wasn't an escape, it was a mutually shared love and desire for one another.

This realism was part of why Tiffany never gave Elliot a hard time for his sexual exploits with other women, and Elliot never asked Tiffany about hers. Although Elliot wasn't 100% sure that Tiffany had any other sexual exploits, he assumed she was simply good at being discrete. Seeing the two women hanging on Tim, Elliot couldn't help but wonder if Tiffany had seen or experienced Tim's "9 inch black anaconda," as Shannon was fond of describing it.

Neither Elliot nor Tiffany moved, despite both of them acknowledging their children. Given the fact that everyone in the room knew of their on-again-off-again affair, Elliot didn't hesitate to reach over and grab ahold of Tiffany's hand. Their fingers intertwined and Elliot felt that if he could simply hang on, that maybe the on-again-off-again could simply stay on-again.

"So, I didn't even ask, when do you go back to California?" Elliot asked, resuming their conversation.

"Oh my gosh," Tiffany responded, "I totally forgot to tell you, I just moved back to the area a couple of months ago." Seeing Elliot's shock, she added, "I mean, I bought a house a couple of months ago, but I guess technically I just moved back last week! Lila is going to college next year at the University of Maryland, and I wanted to be close. Like I told you before, I've shifted my career to board of directors' roles over the last couple of years, so it doesn't really matter where I live. Most of my board meetings are in California so that's slightly inconvenient, but there's plenty on the east coast as well."

Elliot was still somewhat in shock at this revelation, "Wow, that's fantastic. I mean really, really, great," Elliot gushed with genuine enthusiasm. Less than 5 minutes ago, Elliot had been worried about whether he would get to spend one night with Tiffany again, and now he realized he may get much more than that.

"So, Elliot, my place or yours?" Tiffany whispered.

Elliot laughed. He was genuinely not sure what to say. He wasn't sure how Ethan would react to bringing Tiffany home with him, and he wasn't at all sure what Lila would think having to meet him for the first time at 10pm when her mother brought him home.

As if intuitively, Tiffany offered, "Lila's at her grandparents for the week, they're spoiling her for graduating with honors and getting a scholarship to attend their favorite school."

Elliot sighed with relief, "Okay good, I would love to bring you home with me. Maybe more than anything else. But Ethan is not away, and I'm not exactly sure how he would feel if I brought you home with me."

Tiffany smiled reassuringly. She let go of Elliot's hand and stood up to walk over to Monique, Shannon and Jim. They exchanged quick pleasantries and promises to get together and catch up sometime soon. Shannon had clearly had more than enough to drink as she made lewd thrusting gestures at Tiffany's backside with a wink, a laugh, and wave. Elliot just laughed at the spectacle of it.

When Tiffany continued her conversation with Monique a moment longer, Shannon proceeded to pantomime about what she expected to be doing with Jim later. Using her tongue to mimic sucking his cock, and then a slutty, open-mouthed face with one eye open, apparently indicating that she wanted Jim's cum splattered across her face. Elliot could hardly handle watching her as he shook his head in disbelief that she would so obviously announce her intentions like that to him.

Although Elliot had been fucking Shannon from time-to-time for several years now, he could never imagine a long-term relationship with her. But Elliot definitely enjoyed her sexual promiscuity and outright sluttiness when the occasion arose. Elliot hoped Jim had as good of a time with her as he had earlier that day. He also briefly wondered if Monique would be joining the fun with Jim. He didn't have long to ponder as Tiffany had arrived back at his side.

Soon after, Elliot and Tiffany were thanking Tim from across the room, and waving goodbye. Elliot offered to bring Tiffany back tomorrow to pick up her car, so they both rode in the S 680. Tiffany didn't make any comments about the car, and Elliot didn't make any remarks to bring her attention to the fact that he'd brought it. Elliot simply enjoyed having what he felt was the most beautiful woman in the world sitting next to him in what he felt was the most beautiful car in the world.

Tiffany punched the address to her home in the GPS.

Elliot's mouth dropped open as he burst out laughing.

Tiffany was confused and she looked at Elliot with questions all over her face, "What?!"

"I'll tell you in a minute," was all Elliot could manage to say as he began driving.