"Tom's mistress is that '68 Barracuda he spends his evenings with." He purchased an old car and had been restoring it himself. Tom was a quality control engineer, so learning his way around the garage was a new experience for him. Getting his hands greasy after a decade of pushing papers around was a way for him to reclaim his masculinity. Unfortunately, it meant any conversation with him devolved into a story about finding the right gasket cover for his car. Furthermore, he had dropped at least $200K into that little hobby of his.
"Maybe, but Bob is the same as ever."
"Bob has always dealt with his issues the same way -- at the gun range." Bob had enough firepower to overthrow a Third World country. He collected rifles of all varieties and would go shooting most nights. He spent a fortune on ammunition and was starting to get a little scary with his conspiracy theories. He was convinced society was going to collapse and that we would all be begging him for protection someday. He was lucky his wife had kept him from storming the Capitol on January 6th. "It's more of a whole life crisis, instead of a mid-life one."
"Maybe I am struggling to accept my old mortality, but I'm not wasting our money, and I'm not sleeping around." I stripped my shirt off over my head. "Besides, I've lost my gut, and I have more endurance than I've had in ages." I stepped towards my wife and pulled her shirt off her. I proceeded to plant a long sensual kiss on her. She tensed at first and them relaxed against my body.
I stepped back. "Now if you will excuse me, I need to warm up the shower." I kicked off my shoes and dropped my shorts right there in the kitchen. "Shall we conserve water?"
She picked up our discarded clothing off the floor. "Why is it that when we shower together, I don't think we actually save any water?" She reached out and briefly fondled my cock. "I do appreciate your increased endurance, but it doesn't really result in a lower water bill, now does it?" She walked towards to laundry room. "I'll meet you there."
