Your wife has needs first

You placed the receiver back down with a smile. It was a simple matter to get the manager downstairs to send several people, discreetly of course, over to Jenkins' room to get the sleeping woman out and ready for transport over to your room. For once, you were happy that the company splurged on a corner suite that was in a private part of the resort's main wing. It overlooked the ocean, had a nice vantage point, no neighbors adjoining or below you, and, best of all, it was private. Plus, it was easily known by now that you were a good tipper and even better person all around so the staff was much obliged to help you. Your getting rid of their main problem in Jenkins? Icing on the cake.

A few moments later, there was a knock on the door and two staffers appeared, each carrying a half of Jenkin's sleeping body. Even from the way they had covered him up, you could see the effects of the night's visit in the ample breasts that jutted out from his chest. You smiled, thinking that would be a plus, and motioned for them to carry him to the next room. A few moments after they placed him on the bed and tucked him in, you walked in and handed them a bill each before they slipped out and closed the door.

"I'll take care of my wife first before you, pet. Get some rest." You slipped the needle into his arm and after ensuring the rest of the knockout **** were pumped into his body, you rustled his hair a bit. "You need more hair on your head. I like my bitch to have long black hair, straight, silky smooth and strong enough for me to grab."

Jenkins moaned as his body heard your command and with that, you walked out of the bedroom and closed the door. A few moments later, you slipped into the master bedroom where Monica lay asleep on her back. Even with the sheets covering her chest, you could see the top of her breasts pillowing up and the tips of her nipples poked through. "Nice..."

You stepped up to the side of the bed next to her head and gingerly you brushed your cock against her lips. Almost instinctively, she turned and reached out with her tongue to brush against your head, her eyes fluttering open before she moaned and took hold of your shaft and brought it to her mouth. "Mmm...oh baby, you know how to wake a girl."

You brushed her head as she bobbed and worked you in and out her mouth. You knew that you could treat her like shit and she would still gladly suck your cock nine times before breakfast but there was something else that was there. Almost as if...

"Mmm...oh, fuck..."

The first moment your cum touched her lips, Monica's eyes went wide and she came, instantly, her body shaking and, for a second, you were a bit worried that her mouth would clamp down with your cock between her teeth. Luckily for you, though, she continued to cum as more of yours went into her mouth and the smell of her juices mixed with the potent smell from your cum to the point where she couldn't stop cumming for you. You pumped several more loads and watched as each shot went into her mouth and her eyes and body shot up and down, her hips milking the air as she tried, in vain, to keep some semblance of humanity and decency before she dropped, completely spent onto the mattress that was soaked beyond any hope of cleaning. You were sure the mattress would need to be burned too, there was just no way of saving the room even.

"FF..fs..." she muttered with her tongue hanging out of her mouth and panting. You smiled as you brushed your sweat and, with a test, brushed it against her nose. Sure enough, the moment she detected your scent, Monica's pussy shot another squirt of lube as she came again.

"Your body is now 22 years old, not a day older. I want you to be my young wife, not some middle-age woman..."

Monica panted and if she could say anything, anything at all, it came out between gasps and pants. You smiled and with a kiss on the forehead, you tucked her in.

"Fucking hell..." you muttered before you had another thought. If your body's smells could become intoxicating, maybe it also accelerated changes to the body? That would be a thought...