Of course you are

Your head spins and you struggle to breath. You look around at the party, lights and colours swirling. You feel drunk but it isn't just the ****. It's the excitement, the lust and the desire. The want to be naughty. Thoughts of your husband are far away. Everything swirls around you as background sights and sounds. All that matters is you and Mr Longstreet in this booth. You don't know why, but you want to be naughty with him. To show off to him in public. It's so naughty, so risky, so bad.

Your cheeks are flushed as you look back up at him through your eyelashes. You smile, biting your lip and remove your hand from his thigh. Slowly you grip the bottom of your dress. You can see the anticipation in his eyes as he eagerly waits for you to follow his instructions. He seems to be on edge, tense like a hunter in the last moments of stalking his prey. And you suddenly realise that's exactly what he is. He's a lion and you're a gazelle caught in his gaze. You shiver as everything is laid bare to you. You know that this is the moment. If you obey, he catches you and will devour you. You also realise that you might just want that.

You don't hesitate. Instead, you walk into his trap. You pull the bottom of your dress up, gripped in both hands, your knuckles white. You pull it up, revealing your thighs and the red panties that are all that are now between your husband's boss and your sex. You let out a nervous giggle and rush to pull your dress back down.

A hand stops you. Mr Longstreet catches both your tiny hands in one of his, stopping you from covering your panties. "Uh uh. Let it go." Unable to resist you slowly let the material of your dress go, moving your hands away from your lap. Your chest heaves as you draw in breath. "Good girl. It's beautiful. Now, you can stop me anytime you want. All you have to do is say stop. Do you understand?" He looks you deep in the eyes. You know he's not asking you for permission. He will have what he wants. Instead, he's telling you that if you don't tell him to stop, you're wanting him to do this. "ye...yes" You manage to whimper.

He reaches out, tracing his fingers along your thighs before running them along the outline of your panties. "Mmmpph" you whimper, hips bucking for a moment.
"Hehehe. You like this." Not a question. A statement. He presses his hand against your mound now. "Aaah!" You let out a whimper and can't help but push your hips against his hand, rubbing against him. "Good girl. I want you to rub your married pussy on my hand"
You don't need to be told twice. Hands pressed into the padded seat on either side of you, you grind yourself against the hand pressing against your mound. You clench your teeth to stop yourself from moaning out loud. "I don't think you're a tease at all Mrs Edwards. You're something else. I think you want to be told what to do. I think you're an obedient little toy. Now, if you want me to do anything else, take your panties off. Here and now."

And with that, he pulls his hand away, picks up his drink and takes a sip, leaving you gasping and bucking at empty air.