Suggest she model the lingerie for him

(This path will have Jason considerably more submissive, discovering he is aroused by this and encouraging of Cassandra to flaunt and be dirtier, which will result in a more open and significantly faster cuckold path. Reader discretion is advised.)

"I'm not quite sure talking about my girlfriend's lingerie makes it less awkward," I said, gulping after and looking down. God this was so fucking weird and embarrassing and...there was a tent in my pants.

Oh. Oh fuck.

Things had been moving so fast I didn't have time to actually process what was happening, to feel what was happening. Now though, I was facing the very difficult realization that I was HARD. Rock fucking solid, every bit of my five inches throbbing in my pants. Thankfully facing away from both Cassandra and my father meant they had no idea, but my mind was a fucking whirlwind as I tried to figure out what was going on.

Why the fuck was this so hot to me!?

Before I could actually sort that idea out, my mouth was opening and I could feel words forming that I never would have imagined could leave my lips.

"But umm, if you really can't decide between the two...you could always...show him and get dad's opinion," I said.

"WHAT!?" Cassandra blurted out, even more surprised than I was. Suggesting it felt wild, my horny brain taking over as I doubled down on my idea.

"Yeah I mean, you said you wanted to pick between the two and like, make it special right? So you could, I dunno, wear each for him and let him pick?"

There was a beat of silence, likely with each of them thinking I was joking or something. Then my father gave a nervous chuckle, I couldn't imagine what was going through his mind.

"Spectacular idea kiddo! You can go and unpack some of my things for me while lovely Cassie here puts on a show. I'll be sure to pick out the one that flatters her most."

More silence. Each second felt like a damn hour. Then Cassandra, my first and only girlfriend, love of my life and eventual mother of my children, finally spoke up.

"Jason are you sure you'd...want me to..." she said, and I couldn't tell if it was just my horny brain but I'd swear there was an edge of excitement in her voice.

I gulped. Fuck. This was too much. Too fast. I should say no. That I was just joking. Trying to cut the tension. I should say anything else and stop before this gets out of hand.

"Yeah it just, ya know, makes sense. Dad has good taste, he will be able to say which is better, it just makes sense."

With that it was decided. I headed for the door, leaving my girlfriend to soon model lingerie for my own father.

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