Ms. Hope fumes and schemes...

Mrs Hope watched Tom retreat back through the veranda doors into the safety of his home before turning her frustrated attention to her “friend” Tania.

What the hell was that bitch doing here? Pamela had taken the risk of bringing Tania into her last attempt at seducing Tom yesterday hoping that the idea of a threesome would finally break his pesky resolve. But it hadn’t worked out as she wished and now she had a rival for his affections or–more accurately–his delicious cock.

“That goddamn Harpy!” Snarled Mrs Hope as she watched the ungrateful slut lazing euphorically in the sun. “She’ll ruin everything!”

She contemplated marching out there, dragging Tania off the lawn and back to her place to tell her off in no uncertain terms. It had been a real struggle to keep herself from vaulting the fence like an olympic hurdler when Tom had got his wonderful cock out.

She had wanted to be there, bathing in the shower precious cum as he emptied his churning balls out over the railing. She had been trembling with unbearable ravenous lust as she fought to control herself! But no, marching out onto the street and making a scene in front of the house would only hurt her plans.

“Come and poach my Tom, will you? We’ll see about that…”

She stalked angrily back to her kitchen, her magnificent tits swaying and bouncing heavily under her white apron, picked up her large mixing bowl and began whisking the ingredients with furious energy.

She would have Tom, he was hers and she would just have to trust that he could control himself with another XXX-infected (like Tania for instance) as he had with her. Though asking for Tania's panties… Tom had never asked Pamela for any of her underwear before.

Did she need to go lingerie shopping again? She already had quite the risque collection.

Taking a deep breath to calm herself, Pamela Hope looked down at her baking and let herself smile in sweet self-satisfaction. This plan would work, she was certain of it. She just had to keep control of her raging urges for a little while longer.

She reached over to grab the bottle of pills she had placed beside the flour and crushed a few more into the batter. Her late husband had not been a man to shy away from “marital aids” before the epidemic, for all the good they did him. A few more vigorous whisks stirred the crushed pills into the mix and she set the bowl aside to pull a very different kitchen appliance up onto the counter.

It had just come in the post today.

Opening the packaging she pulled out a glistening steel and glass contraption labeled “The Wet-Nurse 5000”. A wicked grin spread across Ms Hope's lovely face as she untied the laces of her apron to expose her fantastically full and heavy tits. Her nipples tingled and started to milk in anticipation.

This part at least, she mused placing two large glass suction cups against her quickly stiffening teets, was going to be enjoyable…