The days passed and the three of us developed a sort of routine. I would wake up early to see Nick off to work (sometimes letting him fuck me in the morning in anticipation of the coming night, and to wish me good luck for the day), and then I would go out to buy something Jason wanted, or stay back and do housework. He rarely woke up before ten or eleven, and the early morning hours were tense with excitement for me as I heard his loud breathing in the guest room whenever I passed. When I heard him stirring I would enter his room and see what he wanted for that morning. Sometimes he wanted a drink early (having the habit of consuming beer right after he woke up), sometimes he would watch TV in the room, sitting up against the headboard with his legs spread apart while I licked and sucked his lazy genitals, and sometimes he had me stay and shower with him. Nick and I used to shower together after sex when we were first together, but it was never as erotic or as captivating as showering with Jason. The unspoken rule was that I was his personal slave up until the lesson for that day was over, which was almost always marked by his cumming inside me after hours of sex. Once that was completed, I was free for the day, and he would take up some other pursuit, like talking on his cell phone, watching more TV, or sleeping. He would occasionally leave the house, but I didnt know where he went, and he never volunteered to tell me. I usually left to go to the gym, do some writing at the coffee shop, or just wait until Nick got home. Somehow I still had the energy and libido to look forward to Nicks return each night with relish. Our sex life was still explosive and getting hotter, and Jason had apparently promised Nick that we would have another threesome at the end of August, so he could see how far I had come in taking and servicing his huge cock. The two had developed an alpha-beta male relationship that Nick found highly erotic, and during sex he would demand that I tell him about Jason, and how it felt to be dominated by such an endowed individual. For him, the thought that his sexy wife was getting fucked mercilessly every day by the biggest cock she had ever seen was a huge turn-on, and he loved the fact that I was having such a mind-blowing experience as well, all to his benefit. As for Jason, he couldnt have been happier, having his friends hot wife for a personal slave in their big house, all in exchange for teaching her to do what he did best- worship his big cock. Jason wasnt intelligent by any means, but he had the wielding of sexual power down to an absolute science. His attitude toward Nick was one of friendly disregard: just challenging enough to define himself as the alpha male, but not so rude as to be insulting. He seemed to have picked up on Nicks fantasy quite well, and was making the experience as thrilling and natural as possible. Toward me he took on an air of assumed ownership, the exact same feeling I got from him when I first saw him at my door two weeks ago. There was no doubt that he was established as my teacher and owner, and everything I could do to earn points with him would be to my benefit, and mistakes or naivety on my part would be pointedly corrected at a later time. He would commonly walk around the house with only a shirt on, letting his oversized equipment swing heavily from side to side. Other times he would wear only boxer briefs, which, while technically his size, would be so stuffed to the straining point with his soft package that it would have been less striking and erotic to see him wearing nothing. This blatant display of male superiority thrilled Nick, but not as much as watching my reaction to it, which was always one of awe and distraction. Our dinner conversation became filled with innuendo, almost to the point of being ridiculous, but it had been a sex-filled week, and we were all giddy from the effect that the experience was having on each of us, and only excited by the fact that each person in the house felt the same.