Ruminates on it

It would have been easy to act out on this information, to confront Sarah, to use the coin and reverse this before it went too far.

As Tom looked at the online reviews for Sappho's Seat, he almost did it, too. Acted rashly.

But after taking a deep breath, he set those thoughts aside.

As the days turned into weeks, it felt as though he had made the right choice. How many times did Tom masturbate to the thought of his wife riding a strap-on, or diving face first into muff? So many.

The longer her new job continued, the more it seemed as though Sarah got into it. She came home sweaty and tired, but with a giggle in her throat and a glow about her. It had been so long since Tom had seen her so happy, so consistently.

They still had sex, though not as often as before her new occupation. Tom tried to believe her when she said it was just due to how much sex she was having, that it had nothing to do with him at all.

Still, a growing doubt, and with it, a strange longering sadness, built up in him. What if his tampering had gone too far? What if Sarah was a lesbian, lost to him already?

In the end, he didn't have to be the one to push for a conversation. His wife handled that part perfectly well on her own.