The homemaker and the exotic beauty

You see that pretty young thing, fall head-over-heels in love with her and have a romantic passionate affair. You decide she is the one , pop the question, she - the level headed practical girl that she is - thinks and decides you would be a good, reliable companion for life. Follow wedding and kids. Soon, regularity creeps in. You look at her, she is still beautiful but she reminds you of your mother now. She is your homemaker. You wake up in the morning, and you immediately look at the small stool beside the bed - there it is ! your morning tea just as you like it with the newspaper carefully folded and put beside it. You come back from the office, tired as hell and there she is ready with the magic wand to take your weariness away. But you are bored now. You snap at her. You find her tendency to shower excessive attention irritating. Yes, she reminds you of your mother. Then one day, you see this ravishing beauty. She has a mysterious allure, she is exciting. You are smitten. Follows a tempestuous affair. You are careful though. There ought not to be any tell-tale signs. You are having the time of your life. Then, one day you are asked to make a choice. The homemaker and the exotic beauty. The mother of your kids and the exciting, adventurous lady. The faint creases and the flawless skin. The determined eyes and the deep, alluring ones. The strong pallu-covered shoulders and the naked ones below the long, slender neck. What would you choose ? I know what I would.