Francis stood in the doorway as his Wife started down the steps towards Her car.
"You be a good boy today, Honey." She said with a smile. "Get every bit of that house work done and we will talk about maybe, just maybe, moving your release date up."
"Yes, Ma'am, " Francis replied dutifully. " Thank you, Ma'am. "
As She blew him a kiss and climbed in the car, Francis quietly closed the door and thought to himself, 'She is so much fun.' He grinned and rubbed the front of his slacks. His hand found the chastity device beneath and he moaned aloud at the image of his wonderful Wife unlocking and freeing his caged cock for the first time in weeks.
The male chastity play started a year or so ago. At first just out of curiosity as they were searching for ways to add a bit of spice to the marriage. But after Francis had experienced the thrill of having someone else decide if and when he had an orgasm, he found it becoming a big part of their sex lives.
Besides, when his Wife discovered that having Her husband in chastity vastly improved his 'oral talent' then there was no turning back!
So, to keep his mind (and hands) busy, his Wife would 'insist' on having him clean the house and cook the meals while She was at work.
Often, to add a bit more excitement to his day, Francis would slip out of his 'man' clothing and into something.. a little more suited for house work.
A short while later he was standing in front of the full length mirror in the master bedroom smiling shyly to himself. The tight, white turtleneck sweater hugged his slim torso and arms. While the short, powder-blue skirt beneath just barely covered his peach colored panties. If he were to raise his arms or bend slightly then the chastity cage became quite obvious though the snug underwear. His heart skipped a beat at the thought of that!
Two hours later Francis was well into the list of chores that his Wife had provided for him. The ache in his plump, swollen balls all but forgotten as he went about his work.
