Although this story has seeds of truth, it is fictional. Everybody characterised is over the age of 18.
TJ
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My ex-sister-in-law TJ was never going to be mother of the year. She was the kind of woman that had the moral-less mindset of "Why not drink and smoke pot with my teenage son and his friends?", "They're going to do it anyway, they might as well do it at home where they won't get caught or get into other trouble."
I had been divorced from her sister for over a year. During the time I was married to her sister, TJ and I were friendly, we got along well and although there was an occasional flirt or many times dirty or sexy comments, we never did anything that we shouldn't have. It was an unspoken line that we simply never crossed. TJ had been divorced for 7 years and there were many stories from both her and my ex-wife of her exploits as an un-caged and free woman. To say the least, she was very sexual.
Now she is 42 years old, very skinny, almost too skinny and has a trashy aura about her. 5'2" and probably hovering at 100 lbs. She always comes off as tough and wears tight jeans and leather coats. Trying to be a Harley Chick without a dude or a Harley. I've seen her in a bikini, she is as flat chested as any adult woman can be with teabag like boobs and virtually no butt. I never judged, she was simply my friend and sister-in-law and I accepted her for who she was.
She had asked me many times to do menial tasks around her house such as fix her boiler or change a faucet. I was always happy to help out. However, since I divorced her sister she hasn't called. I never gave it much thought, often a divorced couple means divorced in-laws as well.
One day I ran into her at a department store, we were both genuinely happy to see each other and greeted with a tight hug. We talked for what seemed like a few minutes but turned into a half hour. She mentioned that she thought about calling me to help with things around the house like she used to but thought it was out of place and didn't know how I'd respond. I told her that I divorced her sister and there is no reason that she and I can't still be friends. "Feel free to call me anytime." I said as we parted.
A few weeks later I got a call. She told me that her 21 year old son was away for the weekend and she was having trouble opening the damper to her wood stove. It seems her son usually handles the stove but this weekend she was out of heating oil and couldn't wait till Monday. I told her I'd be there after work and I'll help her out.
I was stuck at work a lot longer than expected and texted to keep her informed when I would be swinging by. I didn't get there until 9pm. The place was cold so I quickly got the damper opened and helped her get a roaring fire going. I noticed she was a little bit inebriated, I asked if she was drinking. She said she was doing shots of rum hoping it would give her a better tolerance of the cold until I arrived.
"Did it work?" I asked,
"Not really, before I was just cold, now I'm drunk and cold." she replied with a laugh.
We both did a shot and chased it with beer as we were chatting like we used to in the old days. Before we both knew it we had done 3 or 4 shots in less than an hour. I told her that I was in no condition to drive and asked if I could order a pizza or Chinese food because I haven't had anything to eat since noon. Hoping it would sober me up enough to drive home.
After we ate we still drank and she smoked a joint. We were pretty wasted and it was clear I wasn't driving tonight. It didn't take much for us to get our conversation on whether or not we would scratch the proverbial itch that we had with each other all these years. She said she had no problem going for a round or two with me but wanted to make it a bit of a truth or dare game. She said simply getting naked was too easy. I didn't think she was playing hard to get, we already covered that it was a sure thing so I figured if this is what she wants as some kind of foreplay then so be it.
A short while into the game I realized that she kept calling out Truth with an occasional dare. I on the other hand was calling Dare more often. I just wanted us to get busy as soon as we could. It didn't take long for me to realize that she was going through all this because she wanted to have some kind of confession. Now I was intrigued and tried to formulate my questions so she could get out her deepest secrets.