No News is Good News...or so you'd think

Well, got some news....info on why I've been gone, then back, then gone again......It seems, dear reader, that Mrs. Fuzz and I are at a struggling point in our lives together. We had been doing a bit more (ok, make that A LOT more) arguing than fucking lately, and decided it might be best to cool things down a bit. Well, Uncle Fuzz moved out and got a motel room for a week or so...that went fine...the transition from being at home to being in a motel room was no biggie...for me at least....Mrs. Fuzz thought that when I left/moved out/gave her some space, I would still be there to do my normal duties...garbage, mow the lawn, take the kids to where they needed to go....well, as you can guess, she got a big surprise....because if we divorce, she needed to see what she would be left with...now I figured the older two would help out...but when they were never expected to do things before, I kinda wonder what the fuck I was thinking that they would do something now??
As you can guess, the lawn never got mowed, and the pool turned green....the garbage pickup was missed 2 weeks in a row and that shit was nasty! Mrs. Fuzz tried to call me at the motel, no answer....where was Uncle Fuzz??? Well gentle reader, if Fuzz is supposed to be giving space, he sure as hell was going to get his as well! It seemed that Mrs. decided to call on one of the nights that I spent somewhere else...and not alone mind you.
Next day at work, Fuzz gets a frantic call at the ol' desk from the appearing to be x Mrs. Fuzz... "Where were you last night?" and this is a demanding tone...I laugh and reply in a simple yet sarcastic tone...why did you miss me? then all hell breaks loose, she starts bitching that stuff isnt done around the house, blah blah blah.....I did the best that I could and said, "You wanted space, you got your space...now take care of it on your own..." and hung up.
A few more days go by and I hear nothing...nice..quiet Im not used to it....Uncle Fuzz was up to no good on this weekend...went to a strip club...chatted up some girls...got a nice little handy, and then closed the place down. Took a cute little number back to the hotel with me...she was a bit drunk...but hey..my cock makes no discretion between sober pussy, drunk pussy or high pussy...if it don't get wet, I can spit on it, if I can fuck it, then I can cum in it...alls good... Well, apparently this is the night Mrs. Fuzz had decided enough was enough and she wanted her husband back.....bad, bad choice of nights sweetie...that's all I can say. Mrs. Fuzz shows up to my room, and dumb ass bimbo stripper slut, accidentally left the fucking door unlocked...I mean, WTF? You dumb bitch someone could have walked in and fucking hacked us to death...but no....instead, in walks Mrs. Fuzz...right in the middle of the best pummeling of a pussy I have done in recent weeks...Little stripper girl was a bit different, a grunter and screamer....ever heard those two together? Dont look for it...I'm warning you..not a pretty sound...but the pussy was good..soooo.....anyway....with Fuzz's hairless balls slapping the ass of some girl, claw marks on my back, and her toes curled and feet up over my shoulders...I hear...."Wow..and I thought you'd at least miss me for this...." I stopped mid stroke, looked over my shoulder, see her standing there (dressed to fuck no less) and turned to stripper babe and say, "You forgot to lock the door" and went back to pumping her...that was funny....stripper babe, who takes her clothes off in front of thousands of guys, gets all modest and wiggles her way out from under me, and wraps up in a sheet from the bed..."who's this?" she demands of me...I mean come on sweets....you were a shot of pussy, and your going to make some sort of demand that I tell you everything in my life? You should have seen her face when I rolled over, sat up beside her, and said, "Oh thats my wife." pure horror on bimbos face.
I looked at the Mrs. and told her the same lines as before, you wanted your space you got it, but if you think I wasn't going to use my new-found space, your fucking dead wrong....well she stormed out of the room and needless to say, little miss bimbo got decency all of a sudden and jumped up and left. So Fuzz had to relieve himself with a resounding pud pulling and sperm splattering in the bathroom of the motel that night.

Mrs. Fuzz and I have been trying to patch things up, so I've been trying to be a good boy. I've fixed all the things that were fucked up when I left, and climbed in the kids asses for not helping their mother. And the sex so far, has never been .....shall I say....kinkier and decadent than before.....apparently, either Mrs. Fuzz really needed a good hard dicking, or she's trying to make sure this doesn't happen again.....either way, if the pussy keeps popping, I'm willing to work at it.

So, with the new advent of being back home and nearer to a computer, I shall hopefully begin posting more frequently again....I hope you have missed me, but I sure as hell hope you havnt left me....