Noticeably inferior

Your house is everything your younger self could ever imagine it to be. It had an open concept which would be great for hosting, the latest appliances from flat screen TVs to the washing machines, and enough empty bedrooms for June and you to raise a family, but compared your neighbours, you saw how everything could be better.

To your left, sprinklers were dosing the Vanwinkle's picture perfect lawn while yours had splashes of dried grass, on your right, Mr and Mrs Cohen were getting into their brand new cars, each of them nicer than the pre-used vehicle that you and June had to share. Who you were most jealous of, and you hated to admit it, was Mr Allister and his drop dead gorgeous wife. June was averagely attractive and you still mostly enjoyed sex with her, but she was the only women you had ever slept with and you wished you had experimented more before settling down. And Mrs Allister was something else, she was half the age of her husband and only a few years older than his daughter, her bright red hair commanded total attention and even the women couldn't help appreciate her hourglass figure.

You watch her through your window strolling around her house. The woman stops suddenly, looks right at you, and smiles. "How long has she known I've been watching" you wonder. Embarrassed, you visited your wife in the kitchen, who was hard at work preparing a large dinner for tonight.

"Is there anything I can help with dearie?" you ask.

"Oh no, sweety, I have everything under control" she replies.

You decide to let her be and go on a short walk around the neighbourhood.