He makes her younger, and then more like him

At his words, Julianna evaluated him. "Well then. It sounds like you want this to be a pleasurable experience for me, so that's something. Please continue."

"Thank you. First of all, let's have some fun with your collection. See, I think it's really neat the kinds of adventures you two went on, knowing that there is real magic in this world. When you were in your 30s, Julianna, did you find a magic totem that blessed to not age any day that you had sex?" he asked. Just like with his new slut ex wife, he had the pleasure of watching this woman de-age before his eyes. She didn't go back as far as he might have hoped, though, stopping around age 75.

"I have a mirror with me, am I wrong?" Julianna asked, before pulling out a compact. "Well, that seems about right. Probably not what you were hoping for, Dearie," she mocked.

"Hmm, no. And it shouldn't be what you want either. Maybe I'm not as perverted as I thought, but don't you want to be young and hot and powerful? Doesn't it excite you that we have the power to reshape you? You fix it." She gritted her teeth at that. He was starting to wear her down. Good.

"Fine," she spat. "Has a day passed since that spell that I haven't had sex?" Her body responded, betraying her. As she got younger and younger, she felt the hairs on the back of her neck stand up. She felt her pussy moisten as well. To be back in her prime... Not that she was ever all that hot. When people heard of the adventurous duo, traveling the world, discovering lost treasures, they always expected the two to look like movie stars, like Harrison Ford and Karen Allen.

"There you go," Curtis said. He looked over his young-looking boss, pleased. Everything about her got younger, from her hair style to her clothes. Still, though, she wasn't nearly complete. He'd have to push it more. "Sex every single day sounds like it would have been quite a chore. I bet it really killed the mood for your poor husband when you had to have scheduled sex or else you'd age. For you, though? Haven't you always looked forward to having sex? Wasn't the spell just an excuse for you to do your favorite thing in the world?"

Curtis waited, but the woman refused to respond. She simply watched him, expecting him to continue. So he did. "As your husband got older, and you didn't, you found yourself craving other men, near your own age. When he was in his 50s and you remained in your 30s, you cheated for the first time, didn't you?" Curtis asked.

She'd been keeping her cool to the best of her ability, she couldn't after that question. That's not because it was too much for her - she assumed she'd be much, much worse by the end of this - but because her husband, Bill disappeared from his corner of the room. She sputtered out, "did Bill find out about any of it?" and he reappeared.

Curtis followed her gaze toward her husband. She still cared about him, then. He shouldn't have been surprised. He shouldn't have changed that much. Anyway... "do we have a TV in here, and can it show any incident that we wish, whether there was someone filming or not?" he asked the air, turning to the wall where a TV appeared. "Good, let's watch your first time cheating." He grabbed a remote and turned it on. It was intuitive enough to pick up where he wanted.

"Tell me what's going on while it happens. Feel free to make changes as you go, and I'll do the same," Curtis said.

On the screen, Julianna appeared, walking down a street looking almost the same as she did in the present. The key differences were her clothes and hair, which were distinctly 80s. He was impressed her hair was so curly.

"Oh, this must have been when we were in Kabul, looking for the Harat Emerald," she began.