The Red Ribbon Society
Copyright© 2026 by Daphne Parish
Chapter 3: The Downward Spiral
Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 3: The Downward Spiral - George delivers the mail, but his intent goes much deeper with his patrons in a rich neighborhood. He has dirt on everyone and they understand the consequences when they don't follow his rules...
Caution: This Erotica Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Fa/Fa Mult Blackmail Coercion Consensual NonConsensual Reluctant BiSexual Heterosexual Slut Wife MaleDom Humiliation Rough Spanking Exhibitionism Oral Sex Sex Toys Squirting Voyeurism BBW Big Breasts Illustrated
Karen Cromwell busied herself preparing for her husband’s arrival home. He had already texted that he would be about an hour late from work, something about a meeting with Human Resources. She had given the maid the rest of the day off and spent the last hour primping and readying herself. At 58 years old, she couldn’t remember the last time she used this much makeup. In fact, so much so that she didn’t even recognize herself when she glanced in the mirror. The red lipstick was a nice touch and matched the ribbon she was destined to wear in her hair. This would be the first time in a while that Samuel had seen her with red lipstick. It would be the first time he’d ever seen her wear the ribbon.
There were a lot of ideas and memories going through her mind. Some good, most were not. Her husband, Samuel, was a diligent and hard working man. His work ethic was impeccable and everyone loved him. By contrast, she knew that people had a certain “disdain” for her. She wasn’t everyone’s cup of tea, or coffee, or juice, or even joy. It obviously wasn’t her fault. Life was a series of back to back episodes of drama. Karen Cromwell was placed there to interpret the drama that unfolded in her busy life, and then pass those episodes on to the individuals who might best benefit from them. She considered herself a mediator, of sorts, a catalyst of life’s bizarre series of events. It wasn’t her position to create such affairs, she was just the messenger. And a pretty darned good messenger by all accounts from her close friends.
Unfortunately, this had taken over her life to the point that she lost track of her duties as a wife. The mailman had reminded her of this just hours ago, in his own peculiar way. Now she was forced to set the record straight. He had sent her a link to a disgusting video where a normal housewife, like herself, was sucking her husband’s “thing”. Actually it was the woman, her husband and several of his friends. It obviously wasn’t meant to coincide with Karen’s obligation. She promised the mailman that she would blowjob or blew or headed him, she couldn’t remember the jargon that he and Mrs. Friedman called it. Regardless, her husband enjoyed the act, but he knew she despised it. As a gentleman, and reasonable husband, he had never forced her to perform it on him.
Neither she nor her husband had ever mentioned or discussed masturbation, gay or lesbianism, anal sex, or really anything sexual for that matter. Her excursions with the poolboy had exposed the act of “taking it in the rear”; the mailman had shown her that there could be pleasure in it. That was part of what had caused her to “burst” or “cum” as the mailman explained. The other part, licking pussy, wouldn’t involve her husband. However, she would have to divulge that tiny piece of information to him. The mailman would be certain to verify with Samuel that she properly explained she “loved licking pussy and taking a dick in her big ass”, as the mailman had made her say out loud. Still, the thought of licking another woman disgusted her almost as much as sucking her husband. It just wasn’t natural, but she didn’t mind doing it with the right motivation.
“Fornication is for procreation!” her mother always said. Mother was right about everything. Obviously the mailman had never met Mother, nevertheless, Karen was forced to “get over herself”, as the saying goes, and learn how to suck a dick.
She studied the video that the mailman had sent with determination and intent. The woman was on her knees in front of her husband in their living room. She started off by licking her husband’s testicles, which Karen had never even dreamed of. Touching his penis with her tongue was bad enough, she would simply forego the testicle tasting. The woman was fascinated with taking her husband’s penis in her mouth and sucking on it like a popsicle, licking the length of it from base to tip and then swallowing it whole. Her eyes lit up like stars when he produced it, just inches from her mouth. She could never swallow Samual’s penis. His penis was far too long and thick. She would choke on the huge phallus and that wouldn’t be sexually gratifying to anyone.
She watched as the woman began sucking her husband’s penis with vigor and determination. Her eyes were closed, but Karen could tell the woman was almost worshipping her husband’s “thing”. When she opened her eyes, she was soon surrounded by his five friends. Each of them was holding and stroking his own penis as they waited. Her eyes were wide with surprise as she smiled up at her husband, almost as if he had given her a great gift.
“How ridiculous!” Karen said out loud to herself as she sat naked watching the video. “What terrible acting!”
The woman then turned and began licking each man, one by one. They had gathered around her so that any direction she turned, a huge cock was just inches from her mouth. She had coated her lips with bright red lipstick and the irony was not lost on Karen as she watched the woman’s face get smeared by the men and their saliva covered dicks. Karen licked her own lips, instinctively, as the men each took a turn. She was amazed at the size of their penises, most of which were even larger and longer than Samuel’s. The disgusting fact that the woman could swallow the entirety of each penis had Karen thinking it must be a trick. A familiar feeling crept between her legs and without even realizing her fingers were quickly drenched in her own juices. She had created a puddle that soaked into the leather sofa beneath her without even realizing it. Suddenly the sloshing sound between her legs brought her back to reality. She quickly scanned the room to make sure nobody else was around and made a bee line for the guest bathroom.
She rinsed a wash cloth with warm water and cleaned her nether regions, taking her time to glaze over her long neglected clit hood. It wasn’t that she didn’t understand her body or how it worked, it was more how she was brought up. Masturbation was disgusting and vile, according to Mother, so Karen never pursued the lewd and heinous act. Today, however, she felt different. Free somehow, like a bird that had suddenly been loosened from a lifetime of being locked in a cage.
The warmth of the wash cloth against her clit sent a tingle down her spine. It had been so long since she felt pleasure “down there”. Then she laughed out loud at herself. She had bursted just 2 hours earlier across the street with her neighbor and the mailman of course. That reminded her of the plug and the massive intruder they used on her. She was instantly wet. She inadvertently looked around the inside of the guest bathroom for a suitable substitute. Her options were sparse. A lone wooden hair brush with a long handle was her only option. She stared at it briefly before picking it up and taking it back to her chaise lounger. She checked the time and decided Samuel wouldn’t be home for another hour. Plenty of time to explore more of the video from the mailman.
She opened the link again and decided to carefully study the video and scrutinize the wife as she sucked each of the men surrounding her. The woman was quite beautiful, that much was obvious. She was a brunette, similar to Karen, but long straight hair and pale skin. As she looked closer it was apparent that the woman was Asian.
“So that’s how she did it. She’s Asian,” Karen said to herself as she stroked her thighs lightly with the hairbrush. The tingling of the soft bristles had her instantly aroused. She held the phone in one hand and the brush in the other as she watched the woman begin taking the men, one by one, in her mouth and sucking them. The woman seemed to genuinely enjoy servicing her husband’s friends but they treated her roughly. Each one got progressively rougher than the last until the final one was pounding her face. He held her head in his huge hands while another man grabbed her waist and plowed into her from behind. Karen paused the video to inspect whether he was in her vagina or her rear end. It wasn’t clear enough. She continued on playing the video, watching the men pounce on the tiny Asian woman. One was in her mouth, one behind, one on each side with her tiny hands wrapped around their huge penises. The other two were mauling her breasts. That’s when she realized the woman had pierced nipples. She gasped and dropped the hairbrush and pinched her own left nipple, instinctively wincing from the pain.
“How could she?” Karen asked herself as she picked up the hairbrush and slid it into her cunt. “That has to be AGHHH!” she screamed as she watched the men pull on the woman’s nipple rings, stretching her breasts apart. The hairbrush was now fully inserted into Karen as she cringed from the woman’s pain. It was blatantly obvious that the woman enjoyed it because she never bit down on the man’s penis, now fully down her throat, or even tried to get away. Karen was hammering herself faster with the brush now as she watched the men take turns stuffing the woman’s throat. She hadn’t realized just how good it felt until one of the men flipped the woman on her back and jerked himself off on her breasts. Karen threw her head back and stuffed herself with the brush over and over as hard as she could, bursting all over the brush and the leather chaise couch she laid on. Her cream was everywhere, including the brush and her leather couch, as she laid back, heaving from the excitement and the pain of the woman in the video. She finally opened her eyes and looked up just in time to see Samuel looming over her with his hand on his chin. He was studying her as she scrambled to her feet, dropping the brush and her phone.
“Well, well, well,” Samuel said angrily. “What in the world is going on here Karen? What were you watching, and what in the world were you doing with my mother’s hairbrush?”
Karen’s face turned beet red as she stammered and stuttered, trying to think of an excuse. Nothing was coming to mind and she was frantically panicking, naked in front of her husband.
“I’m so sorry Samuel!” she pleaded, crying and sobbing. “I don’t know what’s come over me. Really I was, um, watching a comedy, and suddenly this other film came on and I don’t know what happened, I must have pushed something wrong. Really, I just–”
“You just shoved my mother’s antique hairbrush up inside your greedy little twat and decided to have a go with it. Is that about right?” Samuel interrupted. “And if that’s not enough, a little bird told me that you were outside looking in the neighbor’s mailbox earlier today. NAKED! Did you just happen to push something wrong when you ventured outside and walked across the street in your birthday suit to check someone else’s mail? And, might I remind you, that is a federal offense, punishable by prison? WELL? WHAT DO YOU HAVE TO SAY FOR YOURSELF KAREN CROMWELL?”