The house is clean and smells faintly of the pie you made for dessert. You have a pretty nightie on, and the matching panties have cum leaking into them. On your knees in front of your husband. He strokes your hair while you rest your head on his lap. All of the things you need to do are done. The house is clean, you and your husband are full, you did some art and you emptied his balls twice since he got home.
When you were a college student, you didn't know you could feel this way. Fulfilled. You had purpose. You had enrichment. You had safety. So now you hugged your man's legs and smiled.
