Chapter 3 - Sharing information
"Cards on the table then. I'll tell you what I know and you tell me what you know. OK?"
Tom held out his hand to formally seal the deal with his wife.
Jessica giggled and then, putting on a serious expression, shook her husband's hand.
"Deal."
With an agreement reached Tom started by repeating his conversation with Sarah and then moved on to tell her what he had found out from Rob at the planning office.
"So, this James O'Connell, he's just the front for the owners of the property?" She looked a little puzzled, "Is that actually legal?"
"Apparently so, according to Rob." He confirmed, "A lot of wealthy people do it."
Once he had finished, keeping her side of their bargain, Jess began to tell him what she had managed to find out.
"Apparently the company that bought the club are called Deluxe Entertainment, although as yet I haven't been able to uncover much about them."
Tom made a mental note of the name for further investigation.
"The fact that you were told they paid well under the market rate fits with what I heard."
"Oh, who from?" He asked not expecting her to tell him.
She shook her head, her long blonde hair swaying around her slim shoulders, "You know I can't reveal my sources but it was someone on the inside."
"OK, so that probably means the owners of Sin City had some pressure applied to persuade them to sell. I wonder if the same thing is going down at The Lounge."
His incisive powers of police deduction came into play.
"And if its Deluxe entertainment, the same company that bought Sin City then that would tie it all together." Jessica stated, saying out loud what he was thinking.
"We need to run a check on the bars around there to. See if any of those have changed ownership lately as well." He added thoughtfully, "Maybe we can ask Rob?"
Tom began to feel that they were making some headway now that they were combining information, but it still wasn't enough.
Voicing his thoughts, he declared, "Names, what we really need are names."
"Well, you have James O'Connell for a start." His wife threw back at him, "And I have Gregor Markov. He's the new manager down at Sin City."
"Markov. That name rings a bell." Rubbing his hand over his face Tom tried to think.
"A nasty piece of work by all accounts." Jessica added.
"Did your source tell you anything else?"
His wife shook her head again, "No. It was hard enough to get them to tell me that much. They were obviously scared."
He sat back, his mind going over all the questions and trying, without success, to find any of the answers he desperately sought.
"It's not much to go on, is it?"
"Let it go for tonight babe." Jessica put down her glass and snuggled into her husband, "We can come back to it tomorrow."
That was when she looked up at him, her eyes meeting his when he glanced down.
They kissed.
At first, it was just a simple kiss, the sort married couples often give each other but it quickly progressed from there to something much more.
As his tongue darted into her mouth, he pulled her round against him, fingers finding the back of her head to pin her lips to his while his wife's arms slid up to encircle his neck.
Unopposed Tom's free hand slid up Jessica's body to cup one of her pert, modest breasts through the material of her shirt. His fingers searching for her nipple so he could tease it into a hardened point that jutted out visibly through her top.
She pulled away for a moment, looking directly into his eyes, their argument from earlier clearly forgotten while her arousal from their kissing took over.
"Fuck me Tom. Please. I want you inside me." Jess whispered her voice filled with lust.
He pulled her mouth back to his, fumbling at the buttons of her top until he had opened it all the way down the front. Beneath, her small pert tits were encased in a simple white lace bra, the swollen nipples already pushing out prominently against the skimpy material.
With him pinching and playing with the ultra-sensitive firm nubs Jess was soon whimpering softly, her own fingers tugging at her husband's shirt buttons.
Still kissing eagerly, the pair wriggled and struggled as he pushed her shirt off her arms and, reaching behind her, unfastened her bra. Pausing for a moment she slipped it off to expose her chest to him and he swiftly took advantage of her nudity, lowering his head to take a hard nipple in his mouth.
"Oh fuck, that feels so good." Jessica groaned softly, her head thrown back and her blonde tresses cascading down over her shoulders.
Suckling on her engorged teats Tom dropped his hand across her flat belly and started to undo her jeans. Popping the button, he struggled with the zipper, finally managing to ease it down to reveal a hint of her white lace panties.
He was struggling to get his hand inside of his wife's tight jeans when, desperate to have him touch her, she groaned and pushed him firmly away.
"Wait, wait, let me do it." She giggled, jumping up off the sofa, her cute little tits jiggling enticingly as she stood up.
Tom laid back, watching with anticipation of what was to come as his gorgeous wife kicked off her shoes and then with a sexy wiggle slid her jeans and panties down her long legs in one go.
"There that's much better." Jess grinned, nudging her clothing aside with her foot as she stood in front of her husband, stark naked.
"Never one to be shy were you." He laughed his eyes taking in every inch of her gorgeous body.
Shrugging his shirt off Tom reached to undo his own trousers only for Jessica to beat him to it. Dropping to her knees before him her fingers pushed his aside and then deftly unzipped him, reaching inside his pants to extract his now rigid dick as she stared wantonly up into his eyes.
"Uh uh. My turn to tease you."
"Oh shit, Jess!" He gasped knowing what was coming.
She looked up at him, smiling cheekily, her slender fingers stroking gently up and down on his hard shaft, twisting and pumping it as they pleasured him. Then, leaning closer, she dribbled a glob of her saliva onto his cockhead, letting it trickle down her husband's length so her hand could massage it into his flesh.
"Do you like that?" She whispered huskily with her eyes still fixed unwaveringly on his.
"Fuck do I baby." Somehow, he managed to groan his reply.
"Murrmmmmmmmmmm... Gurrgggggggggggggg!"
Without another word she lowered her head towards his manhood stretching her lips down around the swollen girth, her tongue licking the tip as she took the head into the warmth of her mouth.
Tom had realised early on in his marriage that one thing his wife knew how to do was suck cock. He had never asked her how she learnt but he knew she did it like a pro. Not that he thought there was anything wrong with the rest of her sexual techniques. It was just she was great at swallowing dick.
