Photoshop Thea

Photoshop Thea

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Author's notes: This is a work of fiction and fantasy. There's no underage sex. Any resemblance to persons living or dead is strictly coincidental. Constant collaborator, Challenger69, assisted as always. None of my stories use AI technology, not now and not ever.

2015

My name is Tomas Bendix, family called me Tonke. My grandparents and my dad emigrated from the Netherlands in 1951. We are Friesian.

I graduated 1985 from North Kitsap High school and got a scholarship through Navy ROTC at the University of Washington and subsequently went through pilot training in Pensacola and then onto Little Rock Air Force Base for initial training to fly the Lockheed C-130T, which is the Navy's primary cargo transport planes and then onto Lockheed's Hercules Flight Training Center in Marietta, Georgia.

I put in ten years at NAS Alameda, then NAS Moffett and finally NAS Point McGu, all in California. Whatever the base I flew cargo up and down the coast, cross country to pick up engines and other heavy stuff for planes primarily.

I married Quinn O'Reilly in 1990, she graduated a year after I did, but I did not know her at all, but she was at my graduation party for flight training and friends of my sister Marij, pronounced mah-RYE they were fast friends.

Quinn was five foot three and ninety seven pounds that day and I saw her watching us in the backyard of my parent's home. She was wearing yoga pants, some kind shoes and her ass was world class and she had a model's face structurally with green eyes and freckles.

It was lust at first sight and love joined the development later. I am six feet two inches tall and weighed then two hundred and ten pounds and was in great shape and she wore me out. I reported to NAS Alameda which was in the East bay area, inland from San Francisco and near Oakland. We had Motorola cell phones each and would talk every night.

I was in my officer's quarters as NAS Alameda, I'd already talked to her when she called back at two ten in the morning, we did not call it that then, but it was a bump dial. It went something like this, Quinn talking, "Fuck me Tommy, put that cock in me," then the sounds of flesh slapping the garbled sounds of her giving another guy a blow job. Then she had a huge orgasm and exclaimed, "that was the best orgasm I've ever had."

She had said that same thing to me ten days ago. I stuck my fingers between my lips and let rip with a very loud whistle into the phone. At some point somebody hung up the phone. I had bought a large diamond and was going to take her shopping to a jeweler in Seattle to design a setting she'd like. Not now though.

She called a few times the following week, but I'd hang up and she stopped calling. I felt dead.

Mom called and said, "Quinn was over last night and is all upset because you won't talk to her. What's going on."

I was furious, trying to use my mom for me to accept her cheating on me."

"Mom, did she say why I won't speak to her?"

"Yes she did, she said you heard her girlfriend having sex on the phone and you thought it was her."

I said, "Did she explain why her girlfriend accidentally called me on Quinn's phone while she was fucking two guys?"

She did not respond, so I continued, "When we're talking here now Mom do I sound like me?"

She said, "Yes, I'd know your voice anywhere."

Quietly I said, "It's the same with Quinn's voice, I'd already bought a diamond and was going to take her shopping to a jeweler so she could design the setting."

"Oh Tonke, it's like her and Marij and her are sisters and you two are so good together."

That was the last time I talked to Mom, she was only forty seven as she had a stroke the four days later. She was not overweight, did not smoke, ran and was gone. Dad and her were divorced and that happened when I was in grade school and she remarried a guy that I now suspect she was cheating on dad with, then divorced him two years later. At the funeral and afterwards I collided with Quinn and she begged my forgiveness.

We married at county courthouse in Port Orchard with Marij and Quinn's brother standing up for us.

2026

At her funeral our son and two daughters flanking me (Tomas Jr Tommy, Helen and Patsy) stood by me clinging to me as we wept. Quin had fought hard, chemotherapy and radiation it ate away at her. The last thing she said to me was "They did not mean anything to me I only loved you."

Obviously I thought she meant the fucking two guys on the phone incident but it nagged at me, but I let it go.

I was now flying for United Parcel Service (UPS) but I was down to only ten or so flights a month and was trying to figure out what to do with myself flying the Boeing 757 wide body back and forth to Louisville.

Our home is on Rhododendron drive to the west of Poulsbo and I was headed into Poulsbo to the post office as it did not deliver when we bought the house an old farmstead for a dairy farm. When I opened the front door box there was a cardboard box covered up with duct tape.

I brought the box into the kitchen setting it on the counter and got my box cutters and cut the top off the box and there was an envelope that said, Tom on the outside

The note read, 'Tom, I've struggled for years to send this to you, but felt it was better that I did not. Now--you should know.

It was signed, Photoshop Thea.

Instantly, I remembered her, she was Greek with the thinning hair in front with enormous tits on a very small frame, perhaps five foot six and one hundred and ten pounds, not pretty but singular, there was a thin piece of paper covering whatever was underneath.

There were pictures, black and white glossy pics and DVDs, I wondered if I could play the DVD on the flat screen in our television-room or maybe my computer. All this was running through my mind as I looked at pictures of eight and a half by eleven shots of Quinn being gang banged, threesomes with two men, a man and a woman two women. I slowly looked at them, none of them were Thea, so far. I would not have to burn the house down, but I still might do that, because everything had been phony between us despite her bizarre apology.

At first there were no friends, then Marij and her first and second husband was involved. That made sense as they were the best of friends. Then Photoshop Thea was in about four inches thick of just plain lesbian photos, with Marij and Quinn.

My smart phone rang, it was Marij and I answered it and said, "What do you want?"

"I'm so sorry."

"No you're not, I've always been able to tell when you lied to me and you're lying now."

"Are the kids mine?"

She said, "I'm not sure, you should check."

I said, "If you ever call me again, I will find you and your husbands and lovers and kids and butcher you all, are we clear bitch?"

She hung up.

I got the top DVD and bolted the front and back doors to our house and put the top DVD in. This must have been from right after Tommy was born. She was fucking my younger brother Mattheus who said, "Congratulations on Tommy, why are you doing this?"

She said, "I cannot get enough sex."

"He said, you obviously hate Tonke, what did he do to you to deserve this?"

"I can't control him."

"There's no way you love him, nobody, man nor woman would do this to their spouse."

She said, "Do you want to talk to me or fuck me."

He said, "You seduced me when you'd been married a month, so no I don't want to see you or fuck you, I do not know what I was thinking to do this."

She hung her head and cried. I was no longer grieving her death, maybe my own spiritual murder by my wife and, sister and brother. So I began an effort to catalog who she'd fucked that I knew. The newest ones, DVD's and photos were on the bottom and these were older.

It took me about a month. For the first year it was mostly her friends, girlfriends and their husbands or boyfriends. Two lifelong friends from my navy days, my commanding officers at my squadrons at NAS Alameda, then NAS Moffett and finally NAS Point McGu.

Then she was in swinger groups and ultimately it was her and Photoshop Thea. I knew she was in love with Thea, far more than she ever loved me, if she ever loved me.

I almost didn't watch the last one and it was her talking to me from treatment, using her smart phone. "Tonke, the kids are yours in every way, biological and through your love for them. I do love you. You are the only man I've ever loved and still love, I do love Marij and Thea very much. I should have been born thirty year earlier and been a hippy. My therapist says it has something to do with my dad, but you never knew him. Please love our babies through this horror I've left for you. In my head, I always thought I'd outlive you, I'm in shape and I don't smoke. I do wish I could go back now and not do it. I love you Tonke and she was weeping," and then it was over.

Over the course of our marriage twenty five year, there were some thirty people, family, friends and people I saw around town or in the Navy that she had made an attempt to humiliate me. How do I know that, it's what she said on the videos that I was not enough, oh she said I had a nice dick for sure, but not enough for her.

I sold the lesbian stuff to Porn Hub with fake names.

The End