Dinner with Tom.

The afternoon dragged by but eventually you went home. You spent some time getting ready with Emily for the dinner with your boss. Before you knew it, the two of you were getting out of the car at Tom's large house. Emily was wearing a dark coat and black boots. You hadn't been too bothered to dress up, still wearing the most of your work clothes. You walked up to the large door and knocked on the solid wood quite hard. The door soon opened, Tom's large frame comfortably filling the doorway.

"Mark and Emily! Come in, please." He ushered the both of you in. The aroma of a hearty roast dinner lingered through the house.

"Thanks for inviting us, Tom." Emily said warmly with a smile.

"Not at all! I'd intended to invite the both of you sooner, but unfortunately I'm a bit time poor lately." Tom replied.

"Will anyone be joining us...?" You asked when you noticed how quiet the house was. Moreso you wondered where your boss's wife was.

"Oh, you mean Lucinda... She's staying at her mother's house. A temporary arrangement. No need to worry. More food for us, hmm?" Tom replied with a smile.

"Oh, I'm sorry to hear Tom." Emily said with some concern.

"Thank you, no need to worry though. Please, the dining room is this way. Can I take your coat?" He offered a hand towards the dining room while helping Emily take off her coat. As the dark coat fell off her shoulders, her attire underneath had both you and Tom at a loss for words. She wore a very short dress that showed off her curvy figure, and with plenty of skin too. You could see her ample breast threatening to spill out from the loose and apparently bra-less top... Likewise her perfectly shaped ass was almost visible from underneath her dress, and with every step you could see an ass cheek.

The both of you scrambled to behave normally, and the three of you walked into the dining room to take a seat. Coincidentally or not, Tom sat himself next to Emily. The table was already completely set with plates, cutlery and food.

"Tom, you didn't cook all this on your own surely..." Emily began to say.

"Indeed I did! Quite the handy cook you know?" He replied with a smile.

"You could learn something from him, Mark." Emily teased you.

"No doubt I could..." You **** yourself to reply.

"Come now, lets eat before it gets cold hmm?" Tom interjected.

The food was surprisingly good. You never imagined Tom to be a good cook. He supplied plenty of red wine and after almost an hour, the three of you were quite tipsy and chatting in the lounge room. You had only a few wines so you could drive home later, and were listening to Tom and Emily talk about his relationship somewhat reluctantly.

"In fact I think the biggest issue was how little she trusted me. It might sound silly... But I think she felt like she needed to watch me." Tom explained.

"It's not silly at all! I think every relationship is built on trust... I feel like I can do anything because of how much Mark trust's me." Emily replied.

I don't think that has anything to do with trust.... You thought to yourself.

"Yes I guess that's true... I mean... Look at you!... You're absolutely gorgeous... He'd be crazy not to be careful..." Tom said as he marveled drunkenly at your fiance's figure.

"Oh, you flatterer!" She laughed.

"It's true though!... Especially wearing that... He'd need to be ready to fight off men at a moment's notice..." He continued.

"I wonder if he would... I kind of think he wouldn't..." She teased, giving you a playful look.

"Hah, then you're in trouble!... A body like that... If my wife had half the body you had, I wouldn't be able to stop myself..." He said, his lecherous eyes devouring your fiance's body.

"Oh, stop!" She laughed playfully. You could tell she loved the attention.

"It's true! Mark will need to be careful... Next time you visit the office you best be armed." He grinned.

"I better not visit anymore then." She smirked at his expression.

"No! You must visit even more! Promise me!" He begged.

"Oh alright, I guess. I'll try and stop by more often... But you better be there to protect me from the brutes you hire!" She smiled.

"Yes of course... But don't assume that I'm not one of those brutes too..." He grinned again.

"It's getting late, I think we better get going..." You finally chimed in.

"Hmm? Oh... I guess so." Emily replied.

"Oh, that's a shame." Tom frowned. "Okay, but next time it's dinner at your place hm?" He asked.

"Yes of course! Maybe next week?" Emily replied before you could.

"Sounds good. Okay, I will see you off." He replied as he got to his feet and walked the both of you to the door. After bidding farewell you both drove home.