You awake with a start, hearing your daughters giggling at a cartoon you let them watch. You jerk up in your easy chair, realizing you'd drifted off. You'd just meant to sit down for a second, and now it's gotten late and your wife would be home any minute. You look around in dismay, the house is cluttered with toys, and it looks like it would be easier to order pizza tonight rather than figure out what to do for dinner. As you get on your phone to start a pizza order you hear the garage door open and your heart sinks. She's going to be pissed.
Your daughters squeal and shoot up at the sound of her arriving and run towards the kitchen where the garage connects to the inside of the house. She smiles and leans down to embrace them both in a tight hug and lifts them up, spinning them around easily in her strong arms. They squeal with delight before being let back down. It's then when things start to go south for you as she gets a glimpse of the house and the state it's in. She glances, unimpressed, at the undone dishes and glances into the living room, seeing the toys scattered. She looks at you, tilting her head and raising her brow slightly, "Busy day?"
You flush and rub the back of your head, trying to apologize, "Y-yeah, sorry, I meant to get to it but I sort of...fell asleep on my chair." She looks over you, appraising you with a sweep of her eyes, and you feel like she sees right through you. Her lips quirk ever so slightly, and she nods but says nothing.
You go on, probably over apologizing in your nervousness, "Pizza's coming, though! I-...Well, I didn't get dinner started, sorry, but pizza's good, right?" You say this hopefully and her cynical look tells you otherwise.
"Come on, girls. Let's pick up the toys while Daddy cleans the kitchen." She leads the two away and leaves you alone to get to it. Soon enough the pizza arrives and family dinner begins. Your wife is as warm as usual to her daughters, but she's been a little short with you. You knew you'd be paying for things later. After your family finishes up dinner you take care of cleaning up and she takes care of giving the girls a bath. You read the girls a story while she unwinds with a glass of scotch in the living room. Finishing your story, you give them both a soft kiss on the forehead before leaving them for the evening, turning on the cute rainbow nightlight plugged into the wall socket.
Closing the door softly behind you, you take a deep breath. It was time to face her. You approached the living room and see her sitting comfortably on the couch, sipping a scotch, her ample breasts slightly exposed as she's unbuttoned the top few buttons of her uniform to get more comfortable. Her lacy black bra is just barely visible peeking out. Her head snaps up as she hears you enter the room, ears shifting slightly in your direction. Her eyes narrow on you and she barks, "Sit down."