Adam was taking a short coffee break at his favourite diner. He was married to the love of his life and doted on her like all good husbands should. He liked making her happy. He didn't work like many husbands in this world and spent his days either house cleaning, managing the household finances, cooking and sometimes shopping.<br/><br/>That is why he was out at the moment. He watched as other men, more often than not single men, unloaded goods in nearby stores, drove trucks and did all kind of dirty work that he wasn't very good at. Not that Adam was lazy, he was just more refined, he had educated himself to some degree, boys only tended to get educated just enough, they would never be doing much of anything amazing anyway. Although Adam liked the idea that he had some knowledge and he was interested in things like the arts and literature in particular.<br/><br/>His cherished memory was reading poetry he had written to his then fiancé, now wife in the park. He wanted to make it special for her so imitated a well known painting of naked men lounging in a field near a stream with their fully clothed female partners. It was challenging for him, to be naked in the park like that, some other people around but no one was offended as he was with a woman and she clearly was flattered and amused by his gesture to disrobe and recite to her.<br/><br/>He looked over the shopping list as he sipped from his cup, it seemed he got most everything on it. His wedding ring ensured he would be treated better than single men who tended to be ogled or chastised, he was a woman's property and that meant that disrespecting him meant disrespecting her and that just wasn't allowed.<br/><br/>Not that some wives didn't like showing off their husbands to their friends or on websites. It was a popular thing in some circles. The "Hot Husband" who would even perform sexual acts with a wife's friend or boss in order to ingratiate her in social circles.<br/><br/>Adam, had heard about that and of course he would..... if called upon but it had never happened. The conditioning and preparation that males went through could really only prepare them so much. These things were still challenging. Still daunting.<br/><br/>He grimaced a moment, he had been locked in chastity this morning by his wife. It was generally comfortable but on occasion it would hurt and this was one of those moments. He moved slightly in his chair, a couple of women nearby seeing this and smiling knowingly, it was a well known movement for men, especially attached or married ones. He tried to smile back and then looked down back at the list.<br/><br/>He hadn't bought it yet because it made him nervous. It was a pregnancy test, his wife had decided that it was time to start trying although it was unknown at this point if she would want to try with him or a Breeder. Either way she would need a few of these.<br/><br/>He had considered that she might want a Breeder it was possible. His wife was a little more moderate than some of the other women. But in the end she would still want the best results. He had spent a little bit of time looking at Breeder websites, in case he was called upon to choose a few for her, for her to meet and decide on. That was another common tradition in this society.<br/><br/>He took a breath and finished his coffee and bought a pack of 12 pregnancy kits.<i>"Will she be using a Breeder or yourself?" </i>asked the young female store assistant, "We don't know yet" he responded, she just smiled at him, she was young and enjoying her power, tormenting him a little with the question which wasn't needed but no doubt she could pass it off as idle chit chat.<br/><br/>He paid and left the store returning home to prepare dinner for when his wife returned.