Chapter 3: Shiny Rules Unleashed

The weekend arrived, and we decided to officially put our agreement into action. I took my wife to a nearby city where no one knew us, a perfect place to chase thrills without restraint. We We arrived at a park and set the activity time for one hour. My wife went to the restroom to change into a pair of navy-blue spandex leggings. These were even glossier than usual, shimmering brilliantly under the sunlight, paired with a yellow dress that just barely covered her ass.

She admitted she was nervous, unsure what demands might come her way or if she could handle them. I wrapped my arms around her, gently stroking her back, and reassured her, “Don’t you you enjoy this kind of thrill?” She nodded, a flicker of anticipation in her eyes. I reconfirmed the agreement with her and told her, “Whenever you hesitate, just silently recite our agreement in your mind, touch the spandex on your thighs, and do exactly what they ask.”

The activity kicked off, and my wife’s mood was a mix of nerves and excitement. She took a deep breath to steady herself and strolled toward the flowerbeds. A young guy snapping photos nearby caught sight of her, his eyes instantly locked on her stunning legs. She walked while pretending to be swiping her phone, though her heart was pounding in her throat.

She paused near the guy, leaning against a tree to rest. He stole glances at her legs for a while before finally working up the nerve to approach her. Soon they were chatting and laughing. I smirked to myself—he probably thought he was some smooth-talking stud, but he didn’t know that our agreement meant she had to answer his every question truthfully.

The conversation quickly shifted to her legs—or rather, her leggings. He said he’d never seen such shiny tights before and couldn’t help but blurt out, “Lady, you have such a great figure. These pants make your legs look so beautiful!” She blushed at the compliment, smiling as she explained how stretchy they were, making her look sleeker.

Curious about the fabric’s glossy sheen, he stared at her legs for ages before cautiously asking, “Can I ... touch them?” She nodded and extended her right leg. He swallowed hard, then slowly placed his hand on her thigh, gliding it gently to feel the silky friction of skin against spandex. Wanting to test the stretch, he asked if he could tug at it. She agreed, so he pinched the fabric at her knee and let it snap back with a satisfying pop.

She noticed him hunched over, his crotch visibly bulging—clearly, her legs and those shiny leggings had gotten him hard. Emboldened, he placed both hands on her thighs, exploring them delicately, like he was handling a priceless artifact. Then he said, “Lady, you’ve been standing for so long, you must be tired. Let’s rest on that bench over there.” She knew he was just trying to hide his erection, but she obediently followed him to the bench.

As they walked, he kept his back to her, cleverly concealing his tented pants. Once seated, he hesitated before saying, “Uh, lady, those gorgeous pants—won’t they get dirty on this bench?” It was a bit grimy, so she nodded. After a pause, he mumbled, “If ... if you don’t mind, you could sit on my lap...”

His shy boldness made her giggle—normally, she’d shut that down instantly. She tugged at the leggings on her thigh, then nodded and slowly lowered herself onto his lap.

She’s light, her soft waist and fragrant hair driving his cock to full mast the moment she sat. She felt it immediately—a thick, hard rod pressing against her ass. He was stunned by this bold beauty’s move; he’d suggested it, sure, but never dreamed she’d actually do it. His mind blanked, oblivious to his raging hard-on poking her ass until she teased, “Something’s digging into me—shift it a bit.” Snapping back, he fumbled to press his cock down.

In that split second, she plopped down fully, pinning his hand and erection beneath her spandex-clad ass. He gasped behind her, clearly overwhelmed by the sensation. She squirmed in his lap, cheeks flushed, and teased, “Thanks for the comfy, warm seat—though something’s still poking me.”

Catching on, he slid his fingers along her ass crack, whispering in her ear, “These pants are so stretchy—especially around your butt.” The young guy wore shorts. He adjusted his posture, nestling his cock right into her butt groove, and rubbed his legs against my wife’s leggings. She seemed to like this guy, letting out a playful moan, “Oh, it’s poking me again—I need to fix my position,” then rubbed her ass back and forth against his shaft.

He’d never felt anything this intense and surrendered in minutes. Clutching her waist, he buried his face in her hair, warm currents gushed out of his crotch. My wife’s butt could even feel the impact of the ejaculation. She continued to twist her waist, as if to drain the young man’s testicles. I saw that my wife’s cheeks were flushed, and she was obviously enjoying this feeling of being played with.

He held her tight for ten minutes, calming down before letting go. She stood up smoothly, revealing his soaked crotch—cum seeping through his pants, likely staining her leggings too. The young man noticed his gaffe and hurriedly apologized to my wife. She sat beside him, rubbing his back and comforting him that this was a normal reaction for men, and she didn’t mind the young man’s impulsiveness just now.

Once he’d collected himself, he thanked her and pulled out his phone to swap contacts. She brushed her leggings with a smile, adding him as a friend. He said he had to change pants but hoped they’d meet again for more “games.” She laughed, “You little perv, always up to no good.” He left reluctantly, waddling out of the park.