As time goes on, they grow more distant.

Things seemed to fall into a weird routine after that. Whenever Sarah needed to get off in the evenings after work, Tom was ready with the dildo. In return, Sarah would help get him off, either from her ass, tit jobs, or blowjobs. They were both hopeful that they’d be fine, that her changes were something they’d easily adapted to.

But things weren’t that simple. As the days turned into weeks, their attitudes started to shift. It was getting harder and harder for Tom to dildo fuck his wife with passion. It was becoming rote, and the fact he didn’t really derive any pleasure from it was weighing on him more and more. The fact that he had to do it because his own cock just wouldn’t be enough for her was something he couldn’t stop thinking about.

He wasn’t the only one having issues. Sarah was feeling more and more disconnected from her husband. She liked it when he dildo-fucked her, sure, but she could tell his heart wasn’t in it anymore. But Sarah couldn’t blame him. Returning the favor was getting harder for her. His human penis was becoming more and more foreign and hard to look at, making her dislike blowjobs and titjobs more with each passing day. Even anal, which had been an unexpected pleasure, was starting to feel...wrong...to her. She found herself wondering if being married to a human was even viable anymore.

Her feelings weren’t something Tom could just ignore. They reached their peak when, unbeknownst to Sarah, he caught her masturbating on the dildo (which she’d attached to a wall with a suction cup) while watching porn. Rather than make his presence known, he quietly watched, and was dismayed when he realized what she was watching from the sounds on the video: it was a video of horses mating. The worst part was...it made him as horny as it did sad. After slipping out, he found the coin, and knew something had to change to save their marriage.