Of course you do

You know what sliding closer to Mr Longstreet means. You glance at the space beside Mr Longstreet and then back at his face, radiating confidence and power. You can't deny that you're drawn to him. You can't deny that the thought of being that close, hidden away from the eyes of everyone doesn't appeal to you. Of course you want to! You would love to spend the night close to him, brushing your smooth skin not so innocently against his. {if Morality < 41}{if Arousal > 50} And you know that as secluded as it is, you could easily do more than brush against him. No one would notice if you slid your hand onto his crotch. No one would notice if his own hand squeezed at your breasts. Hell, you don't think anyone would notice if you slid down, on the bench and took him into your mouth. {endif}{endif} You can feel your inner walls quiver at the thought. {endif}{endif} You know that sliding closer to him will be the invitation he is looking for. And that accepting invitation requires you to be unfaithful. But at the same time, sitting close to a man isn't cheating on your husband, is it?

You bite your lower lip and make your decision. You slide across the seat, closer to Mr Longstreet. So close in fact that when you cross one leg over the other, your calf brushes his. You lean towards him. "Just so we can talk?" You murmur to him.

You genuinely do resume talking. You get to know each other quite well, chuckling, exchanging stories and sipping your drinks. He is a charming, thoughtful host as you suspected he would be. But it is only another fifteen minutes before he shifts slightly and rests his hand on your thigh. You stiffen for a moment, but relax and smile softly as he begins sliding his thumb back and forth, caressing the skin of your thigh just above your knee. "Is this alright?" He smirks as he asks, topping up your drink as he does so. You slowly nod. You knew he was going to do this. You slid closer to him wanting him to do this. His hand slides further up your thigh and again you stiffen and relax as the skirt of your dress rides up, showing off more of your pale skin. Goosebumps spring up in the wake of Mr Longstreet's hand and you shiver. Your stomach flips in nervous excitement and your folds are moist. You lick your lips and sip your drink. "Is this alright?" He asks you again.