"Honey, do we have to?" Jack bemoaned to Jill from the couch in the living room as she cooked dinner.
Jill somewhat angrily slammed the skillet down on the stove and said, "Yes Jack, I'm the secretary of the homeowner's association, so it's kind of important I go to the neighborhood Halloween party."
Jill could hear the audible exhale before Jack finally breathed a petulant, "fine."
Jill shook her head and said, "and you think my daughter gets her attitude from me."
Jack, not wanting to pick a real fight started to laugh and said, "I know she does."
"Well, if we're going, I'm not going to..." Jack started before being interrupted.
Jill held up her palms and said, "I know, I know. We won't wear overalls and carry a pail of water, I'm more tired of that joke than you are."
"Speaking of the homeowner's association, any news on the Peterson home?" Jack asked.
"No, I'll ask Suzy next time I see her. I've heard she's trying to talk the family into reducing the price again," replied Jill.
"They need to, it sits in a perfect spot in the neighborhood. I mean it's right next to the neighborhood park."
Jill began to shake her head and said, "I know, but it really doesn't fit with the neighborhood."
"Babe, it was here long before the neighborhood. I think the neighborhood was pretty much built around it. It's such a neat old house though."
"I guess. I mean I would never buy a house like that..." Jill started to explain.
"What do you mean, I thought you liked old houses with 'character?'" Jack asked.
"Character yes, haunted no," Jill answered.
Jack guffawed, "Jesus, it's not fucking haunted!"
"Jack!" Jill yelled as her spaghetti sauce began to splatter out of the hot skillet down onto the stove top.
"It's not. Just because someone dies in a house does not mean it's haunted," Jack said.
Jill pointed her wooden spoon at him who was now turned around looking at her over the back of the couch. "Someone didn't just die, they were killed. Then he killed himself."
Jack smiled at her. He could tell when she was getting passionate about something because she talked with her hands. Currently she had managed to get spaghetti sauce completely across the kitchen island waving her spoon at him.
"Yes dear, it must be haunted then," Jack said with a slight smile.
"Don't patronize me shorty," Jill huffed.
Jack narrowed her eyes at her. Technically he was the same height as his wife but when she wore her heels, which she often did, she was easily a few inches taller. She knew his height was his sore spot.
"Fuck off," Jack said, turning around and turning his attention back to the Monday night game he had on.
Jill walked around the island and leaned over the back of the couch and kissed him on top of his head and said with a giggle, "Don't be mad at me babe."
Jack smiled up at her. Starting to laugh asked, "You gonna say something about my dick next?"
"I would never," Jill said feigning surprise.
"Whatever. I know you girls talk a lot of shit at the HOA officer's meetings," Jack said as she offered her wooden spoon for him to sample the sauce.
"I'm nothing but complimentary of your prowess," Jill said.
"Sure you are. I bet you fill Suzy in on everything that happens in this house," Jack grumbled.
"Just at the meetings where we drink," Jill explained as she walked back and stirred her sauce with a smirk on her face.
After a few moments Jack turned around and looked at her and asked, "Don't you guys drink at all those meetings?"
Jill smiled at him and shrugged her shoulders and said, "Yeah, I guess we do."
Jack shook his head at Jill and said, "Some of the stories you've told me about what goes on with her and Paul. I'm not sure I like you hanging out with her."
Jill's smiled broadened as she looked over at Jack and said, "You seemed to be quite enamored with some of the things she's encouraged me to try."
"I have become quite enamored with that ass of yours." Jack teased.
"Oh, shut up. Let's eat," Jill said.
Jack stood up and fixed both he and Jill a glass of wine. As Jill leaned over the stove to pull out some garlic bread Jack ran his hand over her still firm 40-year-old ass. As much as he loved to tease his wife, he was still extremely proud to be seen with such a lovely woman. Her C cup breast might sag a little more than they used to, but she was still a knockout in his book.
Jill stood up and gave Jack a quick kiss, her short brunette hair framing her face. She had her shoes off, so they were the same height. She always took her shoes off when in the house, that way she didn't look down, literally at her husband.
Jill loved her husband and his height was never an issue for her. He had always compensated for this self-perceived deficiency by keeping his body in tip-top shape until the last year. He used to work out daily but now only found time sporadically. His blonde hair was still as thick as the day she met him.
Their sex life was not spectacular. They tried to have sex at least twice a week but sometimes would go more than two weeks without finding time. Jack's five-inch cock was just not quite enough to keep her satisfied. She'd had a few bigger dicks back in her younger days, and often found herself masturbating to large cocks on the internet. Jack was a good provider; great father and she tried to make sure he wasn't aware of her disappointment in their sex life.
Just as Jack and Jill sat down at the table their 18-year-old daughter June came crashing through the back door, dropping her school backpack, her phone cemented to her hand as usual. June's long blonde hair was pulled tight into a ponytail, her sports bra and athletic shorts covering just enough of her athletic, tanned body.
"Yeah spaghetti!" June said.
Jill rolled her eyes at Jack and smiling at her daughter and said, "Grab a plate and sit down."
June grabbed her plate and poured herself a glass of water in a wine glass and sat down. She barely looked up at her parents as she continued texting on her phone.
"Hey, hello?" her father teased her.
"Sorry, I'll put it up," June said, sending one last text.
"Don't forget to come by the Halloween party after the game Friday night," June said.
"How late is this party going?" June asked.
"Well, the little kids should be done by 8 o'clock but us bigs are going to have a bit of a costume party after that," Jill explained, drawing a look of disdain from Jack.
"OK, Tim and I will probably swing by after then," June said.
"What costume party?" Jack finally interjected.
"It's something new this year. Honestly, we don't have that many little kids in the neighborhood right now, so after we pass out candy, we decided to have a more 'adult' party," Jill said.
June started laughing and asked, "God mom, are you guys having a swinger party?"
"June!" Jill yelled and put up her hands laughing. "First, no it's just friends, but we might have alcohol available, so that's why it's 'adult.' Second, how do you know what a 'swinger' is?"
"Hello...the internet. Plus, it's not the 50's anymore Mom," June teased.
"Can we please stop?" Jack asked, uncomfortably.
Both girls laughed at the discomfort Jack was obviously in.
"I'm 18 now Dad, I might know a lot..." June started teasing her father.
"Stop. You will always be my little girl, so just stop," Jack pleaded.
"Fine," June whined.
As soon as they finished dinner June ran upstairs to her bedroom to work on homework and Jack helped Jill clean the kitchen.
"So now, not only do I have to pass out candy to a bunch of munchkins, I have to hang out at a drunken masquerade party?" Jack asked.
"Yes dear, you will be fine. I'm sure there'll be plenty of eye candy there as well," Jill said with a smirk.
Jack looked at her slightly confused at first and then rolled his eyes as he said, "Whatever."
Later in the bedroom Jack was doing push-ups as Jill got ready for bed. As he finished up his 50
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