Wrapping my arms around her waist and hugging her. “Seeing you in these clothes will make me very happy.” I whisper in her ear. She nods and blush...s. My encouragement seems to remove her reluctance. Both girls pick out some outfits for regular wear. Then we move on to underwear and lingerie. Josephine’s eyes go wide when she realizes just what lingerie. When she sees how it looks on the tag’s models. She blushes again. “I...I’m not sure I can wear that.” She says. Turning to me concerned. “Sure. "Hey," I replied dully."How's it going?" he asked.I shrugged."Okay."He nodded."Get me a beer, would you."I went into the kitchen and grabbed a beer for him, uncapping it, and bringing it out to him."Good girl," he said. "Now kneel."I stood there, indecisive for a few seconds. An impulse to tell him off came and evaporated away, I suspected that if I told him off I'd pay for it. What did he want, I asked myself. But really, I knew.Slowly, I undressed in front of him until I was naked, my. What was more, I wanted to support, by my daily life, and encourage (if possible) other young Swedish who might bethinking along similar lines to how Alicia and did! By showing, and in an open and public manner, every day, that there was no shame in being what some might regard as a 'cuckold.' For me, the main focus was to be the well fare of Alicia, and the baby she was to bring into the world. That, for me, is something a truly strong man does. Being a cuckold requires strength, rather than. Shethought back to that Saturday at the mall when Rachel had spent theentire day modeling prom dresses for Eric and how she had saved him fromembarrassment by purchasing the clothes for him. She thought about thesmall collection of pantyhose, shapers, panties and bras she had in herroom, in a bok hidden in the back of the closet. Rachel had given Eric;the denim skirt, and cute silk top hanging behind all the boy clothesand Eric's favorite pair of low rise flared-leg jeans with the prettylittle.