Married Man Sends His Mistress Abroad

An Italian woman and a wealthy married man were having an affair.

She told him that she was pregnant one evening.

The man gave her a sizable payment to relocate to Italy and give birth covertly because he didn’t want to endanger his marriage or reputation.

In addition, he assured her that if she remained to raise the child, he would pay child support until the child turned 18.

Although she agreed, she questioned how he would be able to tell when the baby was born. He instructed her to send a postcard with the word *”Spaghetti”* written on the back in order to maintain secrecy.

He would make arrangements for the child support as soon as he got it.

After several months, the man came home to find his wife perplexed.

“This is a little strange,” she said, passing him an Italian postcard.

“Oh, just give it to me,” he said, trying to sound calm. I’ll elaborate later.

However, his face went white as he read the card, and he passed out.
“Spaghetti, Spaghetti, Spaghetti” was the message on the postcard. One without meatballs, two with them. Please send extra sauce.

Present for the Husband

A woman travels to Italy for a two-week corporate training program.

As he drives her to the airport, her husband wishes her a pleasant journey.

“Thank you, honey,” the wife responds. “What would you like me to bring for you?”

With a laugh, the husband exclaims, “An Italian girl!”

The woman remained silent and walked away.

“So, honey, how was the trip?” he asks her when he picks her up at the airport two weeks later.

“Great, many thanks.”

“Whatever became of my present?”

“Which present?” She inquired.

“An Italian girl, the one I asked for!”

She said, “Oh, that.” “Well, I did what I could, but we won’t know if it’s a girl for nine months!”

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