It's more than alright.

Your mouth feels suddenly dry. You swallow. "Is this alright?" Mr Longstreet asks again, almost demanding. You know what you want to say. You also know what a good wife should say. Your stomach knots and you don't know if its your desires or the ****, but you don't know what to say. You look up at Mr Longstreet and, unable to find the words, answer him in another way.

His hand still rests on your thigh and you lean back on the booth bench, shoulders against the padded rest. Silently you nod your hand and slide your knees apart a little. Your cheeks are burning as you feel your panties stick against your damp sex. You quail as Mr Longstreet smiles, a look of triumph and conquest in his eyes. "Good girl."

You know you should be disgusted by the condescension in the black man's voice but instead it just excites you even more. Hesitantly you place one of your hands on the man's thigh. Your eyes widen as you feel the firm muscle beneath the designer suit pants and you give him a gentle squeeze. At the same time, you slide you thighs apart even further.

The entire time, you haven't made a noise. Now though you gasp as Mr Longstreet slides his hand up even further, teasing your inner thighs. You can feel them quivering and you bite back a soft moan. Your cheeks burn as he explores your smooth legs, the nearest people only metres away.

He grins. "You are a naughty little wife aren't you."
You nod in reply. "Tut tut. I want you to say it. What are you?"
You look away, cheeks burning. You can only imagine what you must look like. "Hahaha. Shy are we? Your hand doesn't seem to be. Now tell me, what are you?"
Unable to look him in the eye, you have to answer. It is, after all, the truth. "I'm...I'm...I'm a naughty little wife."
"Good. Good girl. And are you a proper naughty wife, or just a tease?"
"I...I'm not a-mmmmm" Your words turn to a quiet moan as he digs his fingers into your thigh, squeezing it. You give in and spread your legs a little wider, feeling the hem of your dress ride up even more.
"That's what I thought. Now, if you were a proper naughty wife, you'd know that you're not supposed to tell but show. So why doesn't this naughty little wife show me her panties?"