A husband and wife are having dinner at a very fine restaurant when an absolutely stunning young woman comes over to their table, gives the husband a big open-mouthed kiss, then says she’ll see him later and walks away.

The wife glares at her husband and says, “Who in the hell was that?” “Oh,” replies the husband, “She’s my mistress.” “Well, that’s the last straw,” says the wife. “I’ve had enough. I want a divorce!”

“I can understand that,” replies her husband, “But remember, if we get a divorce it will mean no more shopping trips to Paris, no more wintering in Barbados, no more summers in Tuscany, no more Jaguar in the garage, and no more yacht club. Not only that, but no more diamonds, no more credit cards, and a large bank account.” “But, he said, “The decision is all yours.”

Just then, a mutual friend of theirs enters the restaurant with a gorgeous babe on his arm. “Who’s that woman with Bobby?” asks the wife. “That’s his mistress,” says the husband.

“Ours is prettier,” she replies!