“We’ll have eight over tonight and seven tomorrow,” I told my wife. I had started a small general contracting business a year ago and was inviting all my employees over for dinner to celebrate our successful first year. Our home wasn’t big enough to accommodate all 15 of my employees, so we were going to entertain half of them on Friday night and the other half on Saturday. “I told the guys that they should wear business casual -- dockers and such. We should be a little on the dressy side of that since we’re hosting.”

“This is going to be fun,” my wife smiled. “We haven’t done any entertaining since your business started taking up all of your time. It’ll be a nice change. I just can’t picture Buck dressed in anything, other than jeans and a tool belt.”

Buck was the first employee that I had hired and was now my foreman. He is all business. I had never seen him relax and kick back. That was part of the reason that I had the idea of the dinners I thought that it might help build some camaraderie amongst my employees.

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Everything was ready when the first couple of guys arrived at Seven O’clock. My wife had put together a nice table of appetizers and condiments. I wore slacks and a blazer without a tie. My wife wore a cute little black dress that she had owned since college. Her body had changed a little since then. She was 32 now and had lost the stick-thin figure that she had in college. She had added curves in all of the right places. Larger breasts and a rounder behind strained the little dress. What had once been a very tame little dress was now much sexier looking because her chest strained the top and the hem was higher since the fabric had to travel a little further around her firm rump. Her nipples were McLeary visible through the tight material and the hem barely covered the lower edge of her bottom. I knew she loved the Dress and although it looked a little too sexy, I didn’t say anything because I knew it would ruin her cheerful mood. Besides, she really didn’t have anything else appropriate to wear.

As usual, the muscular foreman, Buck, had arrive right on time and was very professional looking. He wore tan slacks and a loose-fitting oxford shirt. My wife greeted him at the door and was clearly taken with his handsome clean-cut appearance. “Hey there!” she said with a twinkle in her eye. “I almost didn’t recognize you without the hard-hat and boots.”

Buck smiled, obviously enjoying her appraising look and said, “Thanks, Karen. You look great too.”

Tom and Phil arrived a few minutes later and the last five guys were all there within 15 minutes. We gathered around the table and chatted while Karen got everyone something to drink. I couldn’t help but notice the quick glances exchanged between Buck and my wife. The were both obviously taken with each other’s change in appearance. There was no flirting going on, just quick awkward glances. To tell you the truth, it didn’t stand out at first, because everyone had noticed how different my wife looked in a short, tight dress, rather than jeans or sweatpants.

I sat at the head of the table and Karen’s chair was at the foot of the table nearest the kitchen. Buck sat on one side of her and Tom on the other. She finally joined us at the table and drank a glass of wine. We were talking in little groups of two or three, so I couldn’t hear what she was saying, but she was turned towards Tom, trying awkwardly not to show too much attention towards Buck. She was failing. I thought to myself, that if an outsider were watching us at this table, they would almost certainly assume (from body language alone) that Buck and my wife were a couple. Strangely, this didn’t make me jealous.

After a few minutes of small talk, my wife announced that the first course would be served. When she was sitting, her tight dress had ridden up a little. Consequently, as she turned to go to the kitchen, every eye in the room was on her ass. The lower edge of her cheeks and white panties were peeking out from under the hem. There was a low buzz around the room as the kitchen door closed behind her. I heard Tom chuckling at the other end of the table. This didn’t seem like a big deal to me. She looked great and clearly nobody was making fun of her.