Golf genie

In this tall tale reminiscent of the 1001 Arabian Nights, Across the seven Seas and the seven Mountains and the seven Rivers; We find a typical suburban couple playing golf.

The man is teaching his wife to play golf, and she pulls off a very powerful shot, however, in the completely unintended direction, straight into the small grove surrounding a lone mansion.

In horror they watch as the ball smashes right through a window! The man goes pale, realizing that he has all his golf balls sharpied with his full name for easy recognition. They rush over hoping they can retrieve it before anyone sees them.

As they approach the large open floor deck and now shattered massive window leading into the slightly darkened living room. Creeping inside and listening out to any indication that the owner is around they look for the ball inside. Suddenly they notice it sitting on the floor next to a broken, VERY expensive and very old looking ceramic Urn.

As the man bends down to pick up golf ball responsible; he finally notices a figure reclining in the chair nearby. The other man sitting there is large, muscular, with dark, Mediterranean or even Egyptian complexion and chiseled features. He is oiled up and completely nude! He is not even bothering to cover up.

With a deep and gruff heavily accented voice he speaks: " I thank you for freeing me from my prison, mortal! I have been trapped in that urn for over thousand years, for finally releasing me I shall grant you any wish you desire. Your wish is my command!"

The man and his wife sigh with relief and quickly discuss what they should ask for, finally they ask: "Please Genie, We want to be super rich like just like owner of this place, to have a mansion just like this, with vault full of gold and diamonds!"

The Genie nods, and says "So it shall be done, go to sleep tonight, and tomorrow you shall wake up in your new life. But now I must ask you for a yet another favor, you have given me freedom, but I have been so alone inside the urn for so long, I wish to lay with your wife, as I must regain my power to perform this magic."

The man instantly agrees, even the wife is not against the idea, the genie is rather godlike in his form...
The man sits in the lounge dreaming of all the cool stuff he will be buying tomorrow, trying to ignore the thumping noise and screams of carnal pleasures coming from upstairs, a small price for such riches -he reasons.

The sweat drenched Genie, comes down several hours later, and asks: "Tell me by the way, how old are you?"

"33" the man answers.

"And you still believe in fairy tales?"