Story #73

Wifey was sick of his shit. "Hersbands," she thought, "They're all the same." The bald man standing behind her laughed. "You think this is funny," she rhetoritized, "I'd like to see you get feces stains outta dishware." Another arms folded, hearty laugh. "I'll show you a trick," baldy said, "Works every time or my name isn't Veritably Clean." Wifey eyed him suspiciously. "Okay, Mister," she said, handing him a bowl full of her hersband's anal chocolate. He dumped the poo over his head and they had smelly sex on the kitchen counter.