Ok, every night is wank night I admit, however Thursdays have become a bit special lately.

The wife always goes to bed early on (10pm) a Thursday leaving me all alone downstairs. I normally have about 3 hours for a good long edging session - always managing to stroke out a big load at the end. I often get the opportunity to sneak a pair of her used knickers from the laundry basket too - I find it quite a turn on to have them in my pocket while she's still downstairs. She has no sooner got to the top of the landing and they're on my head and my cock is in my hand.

I love Thursdays. Can't wait.

I've only ever managed to record one and post it onto xtube. Got really horny one day when the wife was out and just did it.

Will definitely do it again sometime.

xtube wanking with wifes knickers

I thought Big Daddy died years ago!

I've thought about doing this - but I'd find it an awkward conversation to have with the wife should she spot an off-white ice-cube in the freezer.

I had about an hours edging session last night and just crept over the edge enough for some cum to leak out without a full ejaculation. The cum tasted really nice whilst I was in the zone but as soon as I let go and let the full load erupt, I lost all interest in tasting it - in fact it didn't taste that nice at all (I'd literally cum to my senses).

I think an ice-cube of cum under ones tongue while edging might be fun to try - as long as it melts before I shoot!

The thought had crossed my mind I must admit. Part of me hopes she did (she's not stupid after all) - which would make a genuine "caught red-handed" scenario a little less shocking.

She must know that I'll be entering the wankathon when she's away for a week - hopefully she thinks this is just me limbering up for the main event - getting through the preliminary rounds.

I'm an optimist at heart - I think that just as one door closes another may open soon.

There are ways and means to crack out a sly stroke - perhaps we just need to be a bit more imaginative. I find the "Find a Friend" feature on my phone which tracks the wife's location rather useful. It has proved its worth on a number of occasions by allowing me to determine an expected ETA to give me maximum stroke time whilst still affording me plenty of time for clean up. This has transformed a number of seemingly short shopping jaunts into usable wank time. And for that alone Steve Jobs should be applauded.

Man will always find a way...

Close call. Wife probably knows I knock one out now and again but I don't think she'd impressed if she really knew how often my cock is in my hand or where I do it.

Wife had gone to bed last night leaving me alone downstairs working. Once she's in bed, she never gets up - making a good 2hr edging session perfectly safe. My usual approach is to lie down on the sofa, naked, and slowly stroke flicking through a few TV channels, surf a bit of porn etc - safe in the knowledge she's upstairs fast asleep.

For some reason, last night, I decided against a naked edging session and kept my clothes on (I was genuinely trying to do some work for once!). After an hour or so, in the zone, sampling the precum, I heard a movement upstairs. Probably just going to the toilet I thought - then the unmistakable sound of her coming downstairs! What? I thought, how dare she? I had to make a quick decision to either close all of the browser windows or do up my flies. Just got the last window closed, put the laptop over my lap and she walked in. How she didn't get the unmistakable whiff of wank I do not know.

My heart was going like the clappers - bit of a rush - but I've now realised that my perceived safe zone is now shattered - a late night edge is now perhaps too risky. If I'd done my usual full-on session I would have been caught good and proper complete with all the lecturing about the chance of the kids catching me too.

Ah well, she's away for a week in a couple of weeks time so I will be back to full-on sessions temporarily but I fear a little avenue of occasional late night pleasure has forever gone.

Man should not have to live in such fear.

I used to regularly stay in a hotel where each room had a (locked) door into the room next door. I've heard one or two fucking sessions but not many.

However, what I did like to do was once I worked out that it was a woman next door (hear her on the phone, cough etc), I'd make sure I'd lube up well and have a good old noisy slurp-slurp wanking session just behind the door. More often than not it would go deathly silent behind the door - TV would be turned off etc - with me making sure I make the final explosion quite a vocal one. I'd make sure I'd splash the adjoining door too.

Never quite had the balls to leave the room at the same time as her though.

I've done this a few times. I've also done it a few times whilst sniffing a pair of her knickers too. If she woke up and saw me rubbing one out with a pair of her knickers over my head I'd be in big trouble - but what a rush!

Normally I empty my balls onto my stomach then casually get up and go to the toilet to clean myself up.

This is just too marvellous for words...

Jenna Coleman - Dancing on the Edge

Ok, I've just spotted this on YouTube.
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4:39 - 5:30 had me throwing ropes of the good stuff high in the air...

Edging, definitely, not necessarily for hours on end though. I find the best way is when I'm really horny (like I'm wanking with a pair of the wife's knickers or I'm sniffing a pair) and I am really hard. Once I'm ready to blow I use the little finger of the hand I'm stroking with to press down on the base of the shaft just above the ball-bag - not too much pressure though. When I shoot, the pressure exerted through a narrower tube is enough to lift it over my head and make a complete mess of the headboard.

Takes plenty of practise to get the pressure right - a tough gig I know, but practise makes perfect!

I always get the urge to wank when I'm pissed. Coming home from the pub at around midnight I always feel the need to get stroking but unfortunately I more often than not fall asleep - one day it will prove my downfall. The wife (or worse the kids!) is going to come downstairs and find me at around 1am sparked out in the living room cock in hand.

I have previous in this area and I don't seem to learn from it - when I was younger and still living with my parents and sister I came home early evening after an all day drinking session on a Bank Holiday Monday. My sister was in the house but no one else - I told her I was off upstairs to go straight to bed but, unfortunately, I chanced upon a pair of her used knickers on her bedroom floor. The next thing I remember is waking up due to her slamming her bedroom door shut with me with my trousers around my ankles, cock in hand, lying on my bed with her knickers over my head. I had left my door open slightly so that I could hear if she started coming up the stairs!

I don't know to this day whether she saw me but she couldn't possibly have missed it.