Avery - Sex Stories

Avery

... family in a house like THAT?” Avery looked at our house and said, “It sure is beautiful. And it has a nice yard. But there is a playground at the apartments and kids love playgrounds.” I said, “But if we had a house like that, we could put up a playground of our own.” Then I pretended to come up with a sudden impulsive idea. “Come on! Let’s go check it out!” “WHAT?! Are you crazy?” she asked me as I shut the car off and was getting out. “No, come on,” I said as I went around to her door and opened it. I took her hand and coxed her out, pulling her behind me. “You are going to get us arrested!” she said in protest. “No: I bet no one is even home! Come on! And if they are, we’ll just ask them if this is the Lipinstein residence and when they say it isn’t, we’ll just say ‘sorry—wrong address’ and we’ll leave.” Avery said to herself, “I married a lunatic…” We walked up to the house and Avery was so scared I thought she might pee herself. I started looking in the windows and she was doing her best to hide. I told her to look inside and she did reluctantly. She agreed it was beautiful and asked if we could go. “Not yet; let’s check out the back yard.” She said, “Baby, you’re scaring me. let’s just go?” I said, “Don’t be afraid—trust me. It’s going to be fine.” She followed but only because I had her hand and was pulling her along. We circled around back and “surprise” no one was in the back yard either. She seemed to relax a little since no one could see us from the front. I ...

... walked right up to the back door (which was all glass) and Avery hid in the bushes. I looked inside and then tried the door handle—it was locked. “WHAT ARE YOU DOING?” Avery shouted in a whisper. I said, “It’s locked. They have an alarm system, but I can see it isn’t set.” Then I looked around for a hidden key. ‘Amazingly’, I found one. Avery came out of the bushes and pleaded with me not to go in. “Oh, they might have a dog—good call,” I said. I knocked on the door a few times and no one answered, no dog came running. I put the key in the lock and turned it. The door opened and Avery was doing the ‘pee dance’. “ARE YOU A BURGLAR?” she asked afraid the answer might be ‘yes’. “What? No, I’m not a burglar: I just want to look around. Come on!” Avery didn’t want to come in, but she did any way—perhaps to try and get me to leave earlier than what she thought I might on my own. We walked quietly around the house and she had to admit it was really nice. She especially loved the kitchen and couldn’t stop herself from marveling over it. She was whispering how nice everything was as she tip-toed around. I wandered off into the living room and called for her to come and see it. “SHHHH! Keep your voice down!” she whispered as loud as she could. She came as fast as her toes could stealthily carry her and she loved the living room too. I said we should check out the bedrooms and she became deadly serious. “NO, NO, NO!!! What the hell is WRONG with you? You are going to get us killed!” “I ...