Affairs are usually talked about in hushed tones, behind closed doors, and with a great deal of seriousness. But occasionally, the safest way to tiptoe around a delicate subject is with a wink and a punchline. These three jokes don’t take sides, point fingers or open old wounds – they simply prove that even life’s trickiest topics can be laughed at, at least for a moment.
A woman was having an affair while her husband was at work. One day she was in bed with her boyfriend when, to her horror, she heard her husband’s car pull into the driveway.
“Oh My God – Hurry! Grab your clothes,” she yelled to her lover. “And jump out the window. My husband’s home early!”
I can’t jump out the window. It’s raining out there.
If my husband catches us in here, he’ll kill us both, she replied.
So the boyfriend scoots out of bed, grabs his clothes and jumps out the window.
As he began running down the street in the pouring rain, he quickly discovered he had run right into the middle of the town’s annual marathon.
Being naked, with his clothes tucked under his arm, he tried to “blend in” as best he could.
After a little while, a small group of runners, who had been studying him with some curiosity, jogged closer.
“Do you always run in the nude?” one asked.
“Oh yes” he replied, gasping in air.
Another runner moved alongside. “Do you always run carrying your clothes under your arm?”
“Oh, yes” he answered breathlessly. “That way I can get dressed right at the end of the run and get in my car to go home!”
Then a third runner cast his eyes a little lower and queried. “Do you always wear a condom when you run?”
“Only if it’s raining.”
Mrs Venning said to her maid: “Oh Mary, I suspect that my husband is having an affair with his secretary.” “I don’t believe it,” Mary snapped: “you’re just saying that to make me jealous.”
A woman was in bed with her lover when she heard her husband opening the front door.
“Hurry!” she said. “Stand in the corner!”
She quickly rubbed baby oil all over him and then she dusted him with talcum powder.
“Don’t move until I tell you to,” she whispered. “Just pretend you’re a statue.” “What’s this, honey?” the husband inquired as he entered the room.
“Oh, it’s just a statue,” she replied nonchalantly.
“The Smiths bought one for their bedroom. I liked it so much, I got one for us, too.”
No more was said about the statue, not even later that night when they went to sleep.
Around 2 am, the husband got out of bed, went to the kitchen and returned a while later with a sandwich and a glass of milk. “Here,” he said to the statue, “eat something. I stood like an idiot at the Smiths’ for three days, and nobody offered me so much as a glass of water.”