#1
In a nutshell, they were going through a rough patch in their marriage and they wanted to spice things up in the bedroom. SuperPooper69 has an anal fetish and has always wanted someone to poo in her mouth. You know, each to their own guys. "We start talking about ways we can make this happen. We figure if we use an enema to clean him out, we could melt down a candy bar, shape it like a turd, uhm...- cough - insert it inside of him, and then proceed with the fantasy."
#2
"Everything was going fine...until he couldn't get it out. No matter how much he tried, the candy bar ‘turd' wasn't moving. I started getting worried that I was going to have to take my husband to the emergency room with a candy bar shoved up his ass. As I'm contemplating what I'm going to say to the EMTs, liquid chocolate mixed with the lube we used squirts out of his ass. He was squatting over me at the time, and so the liquid goes into my eye and starts to sting."
#3
"I'm pinned underneath him, trying to push him off, screaming for him to stop while he's bent over the towels we layed down, chocolate ass juice gushing out from him. Finally, the candy bar 'turd' fired out of his ass like a torpedo and landed with a disappointing thunk on the floor."
#4
They simply looked at the candy poo, contemplated their failure and proceeded to the bathroom where SuperPooper69 had a shower and her husband sat on the toilet.
"We both feel weird but the whole thing was hilarious in hindsight and oddly enough it brought us closer, so mission accomplished?"
If a candy turd stuck up your arse and sh*t in your eyes can be regarded mission accomplished, then yes, mission accomplished.
