In a world where plastic surgery is as popular as a pair of sexy Manolo Blahniks, suburban single mom Jessica Taylor is trying to make it past forty with nothing more than moisturizer and a swipe of mascara. Her glamorous best friend, TV producer Lucy Baldor, has a different idea of aging gracefully. "My body is a temple," Lucy explains. "I just don't want it to crumble like St. John the Divine."

Jess and Lucy's friendship has weathered the trials of marriage, the births of children, and the transition from itty-bitty bikinis to "Kindest Cut" one-piece suits. Now the women are discovering that midlife crises aren't just for men--they're equal-opportunity dilemmas.

To Jess's dismay, Lucy announces that she's taken a lover. A very famous lover. Her husband, Dan, is bound to find out (especially after a picture of the amorous duo appears on Page Six of the New York Post), but Lucy's too wrapped up in the joys of expensive lingerie and romantic retreats to care. Jess finds herself in the midst of her own romantic predicament when, after ten years of silence, her sexy French ex-husband, Jacques, ends up back in her life--and in her bed.