At lunch you spend two more wishes, poorly.

Frustrated, you go about starting your day. Unfortunately, your rock-hard cock seems to take forever to go down, but by the time you're out of the house it is, thankfully, flaccid. A side effect of your first wish seems to be that your new dick is incredibly sensitive. Even the gentle graze of your silk boxers against your new shaft feels amazing.

However, you find it difficult to focus on anything at work, you're too frustrated, horny and angry. You spend most of the morning going over what had happened between you and Katy, and try to figure out how to best use your remaining wishes to fix the situation. Her sex drive has dropped considerably since the children came, and you figure that's part of the problem. When the two of you do have sex it's always with condoms which you hate but tolerate because you love cumming inside of her. You know Katy's concerned about having more children, and truth be told you feel the same way, but she isn't on the pill; and you haven't found the incentive to go in for a vasectomy yet. But most of all is probably her justifiable concern about your new cock. Which you admittedly are slightly troubled by also.

You schedule an appointment with your family doctor for after work, just to make sure that everything is okay. But by lunch hour you think you might have the solution, and so you take out your phone and hastily write in another wish.

First off you want to increase your wife's libido, as well as eliminate her concern about your cock so you type [I wish Katy Height is always uncontrollably horny and will eagerly have sex with any black cock she encounters, regardless of who it's attached to.]

You hit 'SEND'. A minute later you receive a reply, [AS YOU WISH RYAN, 2 LEFT!]

Pleased with yourself, you quickly snap off another text hoping to fix the other obstacles you thought of. [I wish Katy Height loves the feeling of cum in her pussy to the point that she never uses condoms; and even begs for cum inside her because it always makes her orgasm.] You're just about to hit 'SEND' when, for precaution, you add [And she can't get pregnant by her husband.]

Then you hit 'SEND'

A minute later, you receive a reply, [AS YOU WISH RYAN. ONLY 1 WISH LEFT. USE. IT. WISELY.]

Satisfied, you smile to yourself and lean back in your chair anticipating what is to come this evening. A cursory glance at the time tells you it's 12:13 pm.