Then came the knife twist. The wife took a deep breath and admitted:
“I’ve been having an affair.”
The husband’s hands squeezed tighter around the wheel. The car sped up again, now hitting 55 miles per hour.
“And it’s not just anyone,” she continued. “It’s your best friend.”
The husband’s jaw clenched. His knuckles whitened. The speedometer needle crept to 60 miles per hour.
The wife glanced at him nervously but pressed on with one final jab.
“And frankly… he’s a better lover than you.”
The husband’s silence was deafening. But the car told the story—it surged to 65 miles per hour.
The Demands
Finally, the wife crossed her arms and delivered her ultimatum.
“I want the house. The car. The savings. I want everything.”
The husband still didn’t speak, but the car responded for him. It accelerated again, this time reaching 70 miles per hour.
The wife frowned, nervous now. “Well? Aren’t you going to say something?”
The Punchline
The husband finally broke his silence. His voice was calm, steady, and just a touch ironic.
“No. I’ve got everything I need.”
The wife snapped, “Oh really? And what exactly do you have?”
The husband smiled faintly, his eyes still on the road, and said:
“The airbag.”
What makes this joke so funny is the buildup. It feels like a dramatic short story—serious revelations, betrayal, rising tension. Each confession from the wife is matched by the husband’s silent reaction, his only form of communication being the increasing speed of the car.
By the time he finally speaks, you’re bracing for some profound emotional statement… but instead, you’re hit with the dry, darkly comic punchline.
