He heard a knock on the door. In walked his wife and her lover, who looked a lot like Aristotle Onassis in his later years. Her hair was in disarray as were her clothes, and her dress zipper was halfway down.

"What are you doing!" she shrieked, letting go of her lover's hand and pushing away the other that had been playfully clamped on her ass.

"What are you doing here!" he shouted in reply.