Witnessing Their First at 11:34 AM

What an experience.

There's no other way to describe last night.

Come about 11:30, most of my wife's friends had left, it was just her and S, two other friends that had been with them last Saturday when they discovered their joy in each other's bodies, and one friend who suspected something was going on but didn't know. They ended up telling this last friend everything, and she was extremely interested to know my take on it all so I actually came upstairs and joined in the conversation.

Which was interesting in and of itself -- I was sitting on the couch next to my wife who was sitting next to S. Well, not so much sitting next to as making out with. This was the first time I'd had a chance to see it firsthand.

It's hard for me to describe how I felt right then. Turned on, for sure. But, just a little, confused. Something was bothering me about it but I couldn't quite put my finger on it.

We sat up there and talked for about an hour and a half. I was allowed to read some of my wife and S's texts to each other and they determined that they couldn't wait for the other friends to leave. I excused myself downstairs so that I wouldn't be following them down like a little lost puppy and sure enough, it wasn't long before they came down in each other's arms. They turned out the lights and I was still sitting by the computer, leaving me blind but with a symphony of moans and whispers as they finally explored each other's bodies.

Then it clicked. I knew what was bothering me.

I felt guilty.

Listening to them, they were two lovers in the throes of their own passion for each other, and I'd made all the fantasies about it all about me. I felt terrible for leaving that expectation as I eavesdropped on them. Unable to see what they were doing I could only imagine whose moans where whose, and what was being done to whom. It was very hot but hard to move past my feelings of guilt.

They paused after a while and S went in to use the bathroom. My wife called me over and asked if I was okay. "Yeah," I told her. "Just need to process for a while."

"That's fair."

I explained that I couldn't really see anything and she asked if I wanted to move closer. I told her I felt a little weird just watching, so she offered to put me in the closet instead. We went over by the closet door and she stripped me, collared and cuffed me and locked me in place. "I'll try not to leave you in too long," she said as she blindfolded me and closed the door.

I don't know how long I was in there, long enough that my arms started to tire being held in position above my head. If I had to guess I'd say upwards of 45 minutes, although that may be a high guess (then again, maybe not, i don't think I've ever actually been left in the closet as long as last night.) Helpless, blind and deafened by the server I keep in the closet, it gave me time to process and realize that my guilt was okay and that I had been fantasizing all those things, not expecting them of my wife and S. Judging by how much they were enjoying each other there will be plenty of other opportunities to explore some of those fantasies.

When my wife finally came to release me from my bondage she asked if I wanted to keep my collar on. I did and she guided me over to the bed where she laid in between S and I. We played a little bit more, I brought my wife to an orgasm with my fingers while she played with S. I was able to enjoy the show a lot more and found myself straining against the new stainless steel cage in a way I hadn't felt before when I was awake. I got to appreciate the beauty of their newfound relationship and got to share in the physical side of it and it was great.

By this time, it was about 4:30 and S decided she had better get home and pretend like she had at least spent part of the night there. My wife left me collared and told me not to wait up for her, so I drifted off to sleep with images of their embrace racing through my head.

I'm very grateful to them for sharing that with me, for letting me see how intimate and wonderful their relationship is and most of all I'm grateful that my wife feels free to explore that relationship.