Our marriage was good until 1982. It was then that she retreated from me, at first, emotionally and subsequently, physically moving to another bedroom...except when I took her to my bed, which she seemed to still, enjoy. At a time when I was traveling from Monday morning until Friday night, she took a job at a hospital working from 7:00 AM to 4:30 PM on Saturday and Sunday, she had no time for me, with 2 teen aged boys still at home and needing her rest when she was not working. We did not need. She was the dream-cum true for us guys. She did not seem to have encouraged any boyfriends, though she was obviously well aware of the attention her assets received.On many occasions, we would try to peek under her skirt, which she often wore to college. That was very juvenile on our part, but such was our desperation. We would take seats next to her, in the Comp Lab and keep glancing sideways to take in as much of her beautiful and bountiful breasts. Often, we would attempt to move behind her. I lapped up her juices and made circles around her clit, gently at first, taking time over this most precious of all her manifold treasures. My tongue danced over it, teasing it more and more until I felt her hands grasp the back of my head and push my mouth still deeper into her. Then the nails of one hand dug into the back of my head while with the other, she gripped my shoulder. I realized that she was about to come so I continued licking her clit furiously. Again and again she cried out. " We had just received our drinks when a pair of gentlemen, also dressed in suits and ties, entered the bar, one of them sitting down beside me, the other next to my husband. Before long we had engaged in conversation, learning that they were from out of town, and were staying at the hotel. In the course of our conversation I noticed a piano in the bar, and when my husband mentioned that I was a pretty good pianist, one of the men urged me to play for them. I demurred at first, but our new.