A WEALTHY husband and wife were having dinner at a top restaurant when a beautiful young woman comes over to their table, gives the husband a big kiss, tells him she’ll see him later, and walks away. His wife glares at him. “Who was that?” she demands.
“Oh, well, that was my mistress,” the husband replies.
His wife is apoplectic. “That’s it, I want a divorce!” she cries.
“Okay,” the husband replies. “Just remember that if we divorce there’ll be no more shopping trips to New York, no more holidays in the Greek islands, no Merc in the garage, no big house, no servants.
But the decision is yours.”
Just then a mutual friend of theirs enters the restaurant with a stunning woman on his arm.
“Who is that woman with Mike?” the wife asks.
“That’s his mistress.”
“Ours is much better looking,” the wife replies.