A husband and wife were dining at a fine restaurant when a stunning young woman approached their table. She gave the husband a big kiss, said she'd see him later, and walked away.
His wife glared at him and demanded, "Who the hell was that?"
"Oh," replied the husband, "she's my mistress."
"Well, that's the last straw," said the wife. "I've had enough. I want a divorce."
"I can understand that," her husband replied. "But remember, if we divorce, it means no more shopping trips to Paris, no more winters in Barbados, no more summers in Tuscany, no more Ferraris or Lexuses in the garage, and no more yacht club. The decision is yours."
Just then, a mutual friend entered the restaurant with a gorgeous woman on his arm.
"Who's that woman with Jim?" asked the wife.
"That's his mistress," said her husband.
"Ours is prettier," she replied.