A young couple is golfing one day on a very exclusive course lined with
million-dollar houses. On the third tee, the wife slices her shot right
through the large front window of the biggest house along the course.
They walk up, knock on the door, and hear a voice say, “Come on in.”
Opening the door, they see glass everywhere and an antique bottle lying
broken on the floor. A man on the couch says, “Are you the people who
broke
my window?” The husband begins to apologize, but the man cuts him off.
“Actually, I want to thank you-I’m a genie who was trapped in that
bottle,
and your wayward shot released me. I’m allowed to grant three wishes, so
what
I’d like is to give each of you a wish and I’ll keep the last one for
myself.”
“Fantastic!” says the husband. “I want a million dollars a year for the
rest
of my life.”
“No problem,” says the genie, “it’s the least I could do. And you,
ma’am,
what do you want?”
“I want a house in every country in the world,” says the wife.
“Consider it done,” the genie replies, turning back to the man.
“And now for my wish. Because I’ve been trapped in that bottle, I
haven’t had
sex in a really long time. My wish is to sleep with your wife.”
The husband takes a long look at his wife and says, “Well, we did get a
lot
of money and all those houses. If you don’t mind, honey, I don’t
either.”
The wife agrees, and the genie takes her upstairs, where he makes love
to her
for three hours. Afterwards, the genie rolls over, looks at the petite
blonde, and asks, “How old is your husband, anyway?”
“Thirty-five,” she replies.
“And he still believes in genies?”