Harry was a good husband and he deserved better than what I was doing to him. I fell asleep promising myself I'd never get upset with Harry over his t...hing for big tits ever again. And I haven't.I didn't realize it that night as I fell asleep, but those two affairs that I'd had changed me. It was three days later, when I came back to work after being off five days, that I began to become aware of the change. The very first customers that day were two guys who worked for the city and as I poured. The way her boobs would sway to and fro when she was out jogging mesmerized me. So much so that a few times I was almost caught drooling over them while watching her exercising in our customised gym in the basement. Now a year later I am 19 yrs old, 5 10 in height and weigh in at 180lbs and doing good in College. I keep myself in good shape being in the College football team and working out in the gym. Finally the summer holidays were here and I was home from College until it started back up. No. I had to go meet the girls. I didn't have time for this right now. It'll be here when I get home. I grabbed my keys and headed out the door to meet everyone for breakfast. Returning later in the afternoon, I had been sidetracked to go hunting antiques at a flea market with the girls. I was now the proud owner of a Duncan Fife sideboard. An impulse buy, but I reasoned that it was a wise investment. I couldn't turn it down at that price and it matched my dining room set. The gentleman selling. It stopped and I texted her if everything was okay and she said it was. Then it happened again but much much more worse and aggressive. I texted her again if we should call the cops. She said no. I heard her go downstairs and open the door and heard screaming, pushing and her crying and a man slamming stuff and yelling at her. I was terrified and hid in my room like a pussy. I locked my bedroom door. He eventually left after going through her bedroom. After I knew he was gone, waiting in my.