Mary looked at Jeff, and her slitted eyes suddenly flashed yellow.
He raised his hand, and began to say: "Mary, no, wait---!"
Then Mary was staring at a marble statue of Jeff, in his boxer shorts and a t-shirt, his mouth open, teeth finely chiseled, his hand upraised.
A part of Mary knew that she should be horrified at what she had done---petrified her loving husband--- but somehow she was more fascinated than upset. She coiled her long snake body around the stone form, and languidly clung onto its firm shoulders with her arms, pressing her enlarged tits against the cold marble.
The statue was as detailed as the finest classical sculpture in the world, a true masterpiece. She hungrily considered the outline of Jeff's cock through his shorts, licking her fangs, but in frustration realized it was not accessible through the stone surface.
Her snakes whispered in her ears, and instinctively she focused her gaze on the statue once again, there was a slight contraction of her eyes, and Jeff was flesh and blood again with a gasp.
"That was intense!" he gasped.
"Oh, really?" hissed Mary.
"Yeah, I could feel you coiling around me, even though I couldn't move or react!" Jeff explained. "It was actually really magnified, like this really resonate sort of ... pressure? Or tension? I don't know how to describe it, it was not like anything I've ever felt before ...."
"Then how about this ...." hissed Mary.
She reached around to the front of his pants, from behind, and slid her sharp but still feminine clawed hands into them, quickly stroking him hard. With the tip of her long tail, she meanwhile pulled off his shorts.
Jeff groaned and started to say something, but before he could, Mary had petrified him again.
She slithered around front to admire her handiwork.
Now her husband was a lewd sculpture of a man with his eyes closed and his mouth slightly open, with a massive stone erection jutting out.
Mary steadied herself upright on her tail, and aligned her slit.