I was waiting for lab results from my latest experiment, when I decided to surprise my precious Rose with an afternoon rendezvous.  As I entered our spacious home, I was confronted with sounds of wild passion.  My soul was crushed as I listened to my wife screaming, caught in the throes of another man's ecstasy.  I choked back my anger and quietly walked back to my car.  I couldn't bear to watch her do this to me, yet I couldn't leave.

Twenty minutes later, I saw a young man depart my house.  He smiled as he waved to Rose inside.  I remained hunched down in my car, parked across the street.  The bile began to choke my throat, as I witnessed my wife blow kisses to this stranger.  I ultimately decided right then and there.  She would pay for betraying me this way.  I waited for her lover to leave.

After retrieving my briefcase, I quietly re-entered the house.  I smiled as I entered the bedroom.  My beautiful Rose was sleeping on top of the covers totally nude.  She must have been spent after her recent adulterous encounter.  I opened my bag silently and removed a vial containing my new experimental creation.  After popping the stopper off the top, I gently sprinkled the contents of the test tube evenly over Rose's beautiful naked body.  She moaned softly in her sleep as the fine powder started to absorb into the pores of her skin.  This would be the perfect revenge.  I replaced the now empty vial back into my case.

I was just starting to change out of my work attire when I heard Rose begin to stir.  She let out a faint yawn and whispered, "You're home early."  She stretched her tired limbs before stepping out of bed.  "What a lovely surprise," she said as she planted a kiss on my cheek.  I looked deep into her eyes, searching for a hint of regret or remorse, but found none.  If I hadn't just walked in on her indiscretion, the deception would have continued.

"I decided to take the rest of the day off, my dear," I said calmly, while holding back my anger.  "It's such a glorious day, I wanted to share it with you."

"That's so sweet!"  She grasped her left foot from behind and pulled it above her head, still trying to limber up.  I have always been amazed by Rose's stunning body.  When I first met her in college, she was a gymnast.  The years of training helped to sculpt her into a flexible and well balanced woman.  She could still move her body into the most astonishing positions imaginable.

"I was thinking, a walk on the beach would be romantic, wouldn't it?"  I traced a circle around her pert nipple.

"Mmmmm," she groaned, as she closed her eyes.  "The beach sounds perfect."

"Okay then! Throw on your swimsuit!"  She danced around the room, gathering her slim garments in preparation.  Her firm body still managed to excite me, although her betrayal soured my pleasure with rage.  She tossed some lotion in a bag as I grasped her tiny hand.  "Do I still make you happy?" I asked sincerely.

"Yes, darling," she replied, as if by memory.  "You provide for me very well."  She was right about that.  I made good money working for the laboratory, conducting research for the government.

"Good," I replied, "because I love you very much, Rose, and I want you with me forever.  Now, let's hit that beach!"

We strolled arm in arm as we approached the ocean.  The lapping waves crashed on the sand around us as we watched a ship taxi out of the harbor, billows of smoke marking its slow departure.  Rose took a seat next to me on a nearby lamp.  "You were right," she said, "this is a lovely sight to behold."  I brushed her soft face with the back of my hand.

"Nothing is more beautiful than you are right now, my love."  I kissed her softly on her lips while I held her head in my hands.  "We first met on a day like this, remember?"

"Yes," she said, "I remember how lovely that day was as well.  You ran into me at the beach while you were playing football with your crazy friends."

"That's right! I couldn't believe how lucky I was to run into such a beautiful young girl.  I was even luckier that you willing to talk to such a clumsy guy!" I laughed as I recalled the vivid memory in my mind.

Rose giggled in response, "Once I saw how badly you felt about knocking me down, I had to let you make it up to me."

"Then, you told me you were a gymnast, and I didn't believe you," I smiled.  "You had to show me some moves before I was convinced."

"Yeah, that's right," she smiled, then winked.  I watched as she began to place her hands on the lamp.  Then, she proceeded to lift her entire body off the lamp using just her strong arms.  She kicked her legs high up in the air, duplicating the wonderful trick from the day we met.  As she began to lower her legs, she stopped suddenly.  I looked at my watch, exactly 20 minutes had elapsed since exposure.  I smiled as I approached her motionless figure, still posed in mid dismount.

"You're probably wondering why you can't move, huh?" I tickled her feet and checked for a reaction to confirm she couldn't move.  I continued, "Surprising, isn't it? I bet you are almost as shocked as I was when I saw you screwing that stranger today."  Her eyes widened slightly out of fear.  "You betrayed me, Rose, in my own bed.  Now, you will feel every inch of your beautiful body become as hard and cold as your heart has become."

I looked on as her helpless body became enraptured by a vibrating force.  Her hands, balanced on the lamp, began to glow as they transformed into gleaming stone.  I envisioned the panic she must have been facing, as the gray wave continued to engulf her arms, locking her elbows into unmoving marble.  It quickly worked its way over her enchanted neck and back, rendering every curve along its path into unyielding stone.  Once last desperate gasp escaped her lips as her lungs calcified inside her stony chest.  "You will be trapped within your own body forever, my precious Rose," I shouted, just before her ears turned chalky white, along with the rest of her lovely face.  The wave of petrification continued to harden Rose's round buttocks as it shot down her legs, until even her toes were frozen into tiny columns of stone.

I laughed as I tapped my knuckles on Rose's flexed butt cheek.  As I ran my hand down her cold leg, I marveled at the subtle sculpting of her powerful muscles.  I wondered what she might be thinking inside the monument her body had now become.

I decided to mount Rose in our bedroom on a pedestal that accents her pose flawlessly.  Now, I'm the one bringing strangers into my house for sex, since my poor wife disappeared.  And every time a new lady cries out from my passion, I feel comfort in knowing Rose can hear it all, but can do nothing to stop me, or do anything to release herself from her own pent up desires.