My husband instructed me to act promiscuously and get filled with milk for him, but I paused at the diner

My husband, a pervert, instructed me to act promiscuously and fill myself with milk for him. I obliged, but cravings halted me at the diner. As I ate, a customer offered me his creamy delight, igniting a wild night of unpredictable pleasure.

After a hectic day, I found myself at a diner, taking a much-needed break. As I savored my coffee, the thought struck me. My husband had given me a peculiar task - to act promiscuously and get filled with milk by a stranger, just for him. Initially, I was taken aback. But as I looked around the diner, a man caught my eye. He seemed eager and desperate for some action. I decided to take the plunge, per my husband's instructions. As I approached him, I could sense his excitement. He was more than willing to play the role. We went to the backroom, and as he undressed me, his eyes gleamed with anticipation. He was ready to fill me with his warm, creamy essence. The sight of him, his arousal throbbing, was enough to ignite my own desire. I was ready to fulfill my husband's bizarre request, but something held me back. What was stopping me? And what would my husband say?.