Shit Was the Best Part of My Day

Authors Note: Here is another one in the cheating category. Thanks to Harga and GamblinLuck for their feedback.

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It wasn't even noon on a Monday, and Thomas was already having a shitty day. And by shitty day, it literally means shit. Thomas is a 3rd year apprentice plumber. Two and a half more years, and he earns his full plumbing license. Hopefully, this will allow him to send some new apprentices to jobs like he has been doing all morning. Cleaning the drains of people who managed to clog them up.

Three drains and he has already gone through the two spare shirts he has in his truck. Time to go home for a new shirt. He stored his clean shirts in the garage along with any soiled shirts that he had worn. No sense stinking up the house with dirty work shirts.

Normally, grabbing a few clean shirts from the garage of the house that he and his wife were renting would be a quick in and out, but in the shit explosion at the last house, the shopping list that his wife gave him was now, well, totally unreadable.

He drove up to the house, which was a block from work, Pendergrass Plumbing. Thomas wanted to be quick. He didn't want his boss and, unfortunately, brother-in-law Brent to spot him and have something else to complain to him about.

Thomas quickly stripped off the dirty shirt and his pants for good measure and threw them into the bin. He put on a clean shirt and pants, grabbed a few more shirts, and put them into the van before heading into the house to get a new shopping list.

He stepped into the house and was about to call out "Sally", his wife's name, when he heard noises coming from the bedroom.

Thomas froze. There was only one reason those noises were coming from the bedroom. Thomas took a deep breath to try to subdue the rage building inside him. He pulled out his phone and put it in video mode.

He tried to quietly walk down the hall, sidestepping that squeaky board. Fortunately, the bedroom door was partially open. He took a quick glance to confirm his fears but stood back from the door and stuck the camera portion of his phone through the door to record as much as he dared. He saw enough to know that it was his wife fucking someone in their bed, but he didn't look long enough to see who.

He stopped the recording and retreated out of the house. He quickly jumped in his work van and drove away. Once he was halfway to his next job, he pulled over to the side of the road. He lay his head on the steering wheel and started to cry.

After a few minutes, where the only thought was the word "Why", he pulled himself together and checked the video.

"Fuck," he said. It was his boss Brent, his brother-in-law, husband to Sally's sister Brenda, fucking his wife.

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Since he was a young boy, Thomas Jones wanted to be a plumber. Neither he nor his parents knew where that had come from. There were no plumbers in the family, and frankly, they had rarely ever needed one, but throughout his life in his hometown of Toronto, that was what he wanted to do.

He was enrolled in the one-year Plumbing Techniques program at George Brown College, and when he finished, he had already lined up an apprenticeship with a local plumber.

What he didn't count on was running into Sally Pendergrass at a mixer during the first week of classes.

Sally was taking the one-year Dental Office Administration program. Similar to Thomas, she already had a job lined up after graduation. The office administrator at her family's dentist was retiring in two years, so the timing was perfect. Once she graduated, she would get one year of overlapping training with the retiring current administrator and then take over for her.

The two of them spent every possible second together but didn't let themselves get distracted. They knew that school and graduating were the priorities.

A month into classes, Thomas introduced Sally to his parents, and at Thanksgiving, Sally brought Thomas home to Ingersol, Ontario, to meet hers.

Thomas was popular with Bill and Helen, Sally's parents because he was taking plumbing. They owned Pendergrass Plumbing in Ingersol.

Thomas also met Sally's sister, Brenda, and her husband, Brent. They had two children. Brent was running Pendergrass Plumbing as Bill had an illness a few years before and decided to enter semi-retirement. Brenda and Brent were about 15 years older than Sally and Thomas. Sally was, as you say, a Valentine's Day weekend happy accident.

By the time April and graduation had arrived, Sally and Brenda had convinced Brent to offer Thomas an apprenticeship. They also managed to sweeten the pot. Brenda and Sally pushed Brent to write up the contract so that Thomas would get a fully licensed plumber hourly rate for the duration of the apprenticeship. He was almost family, after all. The only condition Brent was allowed to add was that if Thomas left the apprenticeship before it had been completed in five years, he would have to pay back the difference between the apprentice rate and the fully licensed plumber rate.

Thomas was floored by the offer and informed the plumber that he had the prior arrangement that he was taking a different apprenticeship.

Of course, it wasn't just the financial compensation that was the only draw; there was also Sally's lips, eyes, breasts, legs, and pussy that clinched the deal.

Everything in Ingersol and Pendergrass Plumbing was great until Sally and Thomas got married six months later. Just as with Brenda and Brent, part of the wedding present from Sally's parents was 25% of the company.

Once they were married and Sally had the ownership stake, Brent started to do what he could to make Thomas's life at work difficult. It was like he saw Thomas as a threat to his control of the business.

Around Sally and her parents, Brent was like Jesus incarnate. The man who rescued the business after Sally's Dad became ill.

As a result, when Thomas commented to Sally about the problems he was having with Brent, it was all chalked up to, you're the apprentice; you are supposed to get a hard time. However, Thomas knew that he got more shit jobs than the other two apprentices.

Thomas would often call his buddy from college, Pete. Pete was in a similar plumbing apprenticeship but in his hometown of Timmins, Ontario. When they compared notes, Thomas was amazed at how much more Pete was doing versus what Brent was assigning him.

This frustrated Thomas even more with Sally as he thought she should have his back.

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Thomas was sitting in the van at the side of the road, trying to calm himself down. All kinds of thoughts went through his head. He wanted to go back and punch the shit out of Brent; he wanted to leave town. His mind was going in a million different directions. His phone jolted him from his manic thoughts.

Kim, the office secretary, called; his next stop wanted an update. Thomas thought, if Brent is fucking his wife, then he has to be fucking Kim. Kim would do anything Brent asked.

Thomas said, "Sorry, I had to stop at home for some clean shirts. I am almost there."

Of course, Kim took Brent's line, "Well, you should be more prepared, so you don't have to stop."

Thomas knew there was no sense in getting into an argument with her. He sighed and just kept it simple, "Understood. Tell them I will be there in three minutes."

On lunch break, Thomas called home. He had to keep up appearances while he figured things out.

Sally answered the phone, "Hi honey, what's up?"

Thomas said, "Can you give me the shopping list again? I was clearing out a drain this morning, and the list got dirty in the backup that got on me."

Sally replied, "No problem, I'll text it to you later. Do you have enough clean shirts?"

Thomas wanted to see how Sally would react, "Actually, I didn't. I had to drop by the house earlier. I did a quick change in the garage and grabbed some more shirts." Thomas could sense Sally tensing up on the other end of the line.

There was a long pause before she said, "Well, as long as you got some clean ones." There was another long pause, almost like she was pulling herself together. "I hope the rest of the day goes better. I'll need some of the items on the list for dinner tonight."

Thomas could feel the discomfort through the phone, and strangely, it felt a bit satisfying. "I'll see you tonight, " he said, then hung up.

Thomas was glad for the distraction of work the rest of the day. Sally was going to her parent's house to help her mother with something, so he thought calling Pete while she was gone might help him sort out his thoughts.

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Thomas managed to get through dinner without any physical contact with Sally. If she noticed that he was behaving differently, she didn't show it.

Once she left for her parents, Thomas was on the phone with Pete.

Thomas explained the situation to Pete.

Pete asked the standard question, "Are you sure?"

Thomas responded, "Do you want me to send you the video?"

Pete sighed, "I am so sorry, bud. Is there anything I can do?"

Thomas said, "Right now, just having someone to talk to is a relief. My parents are on a three-week cruise, and I don't want to call them and ruin it."

Pete said, "I get it." He paused, "So since she works Tuesday through Saturday, it must just be Mondays they are getting together."

Thomas thought for a minute, "Yes, that makes sense. Sally and I are usually inseparable the rest of the time. I'm just trying to figure out what to do. I can leave Sally, but not the job. I would have to pay back two and a half years of the wage difference, almost half of what I make. I wouldn't be able to handle continuing to work for that asshole."

Pete was quiet on the other end of the phone, then excitedly said, "Dude, you don't have a prenup right?"

Thomas said, "Yes, I think Brent wanted one, but Sally's parents didn't push for one, so we didn't sign one."

Pete then said, "Well, you are golden. Sally owns 25% of the company. You don't want to have anything to do with that slut and her family. In the divorce, you bargain that they let you out of the contract with no penalty, and you agree not to go after half of that ownership stake."

Thomas let out a little laugh, "Pete, you are a lifesaver. Thank you."

Pete laughed on the other end of the phone. "Don't thank me yet. I think I heard my boss say he was considering hiring another apprentice. If I can swing it for you, you have a couch you can sleep on here."

Thomas sunk back into his chair, "Pete, buddy, you are a lifesaver. Job or no job, you have helped so much. I have to figure out my next steps. How do I keep living with her?"

Pete said, "Man, remember at the end of college. There was that redhead that kept after me and wouldn't stop bugging me. She even knew that I was going to be leaving to go back to Timmins, but she was bound that if she fucked me that I would miraculously want to stay in Toronto and be with her always?"

Thomas responded, "Yeah."

Pete continued, "Well, what did I do? I fucked her. The miracle didn't happen. I left. She was upset, but it's not like I forced her or anything. I had told her repeatedly that I was leaving, but she was an amazing piece of ass, so why turn it down. You should do the same with Sally until you are ready to move. Get all the pussy you can until you are ready to move on. Think of it as hate sex. Don't make love, just fuck."

Thomas laughed, "You are one mean mother fucker." Thomas paused, "What the hell, why not? Who knows where the next pussy is going to come from."

Pete laughed, "That's the spirit. Hey, I got to go but call me anytime, OK."

Thomas said, "Thanks. I'll let you know if I need anything."

Thomas hung up and pulled out the video. He wanted to watch it again.

After watching it, he realized that his hand was shaking, and the quality was really bad. The room was dark, so it was a bit hard to see that it was his bedroom. Although you could tell it was Brent, from a proof standpoint, it was hard to tell that it was Sally, other than the familiar groans.

He was going to need better proof. He was going through it frame by frame when he spotted something. On the dresser, propped up against the mirror, was a phone. Thomas expanded the screen. The background color wasn't the screen background that Sally used; it must be Brent's phone. An idea took shape in Thomas's mind.

Fortunately for Thomas, Sally got home late that night, so other than the odd bump into each other as they slept in the same bed, Thomas could avoid her.

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Thomas was sent on a parts run to London the next day. Something that Brent regularly sent the apprentices off to do. Thomas usually went on Tuesdays. While there, Thomas picked up a small Wi-Fi video camera. It had a tiny camera that was attached with a fine wire to a box that could be located within a few feet of the camera. When he got home that night, while Sally was making dinner, it was her turn, he went into the bedroom. He quietly pulled the dresser away from the wall and plugged the camera into the power outlet behind the dresser. He then put the camera on the side of the dresser mirror. The mirror had a decorative metal frame, so finding a spot to hide the camera was easy.

Brent was a creature of habit. If he put his phone in that spot on the dresser, standing so he could see any messages, he would always put the phone in that spot. The camera was just up and to the left of where it would be.

He then moved the dresser back into place, double-checked that the camera was hard to see, and returned to the kitchen to see if Sally needed any help.

Later that night, he went to the basement where his computer was set up. This was his man cave, and Sally generally left him alone there. He checked that the feed from the camera was working. He also signed up for a service allowing him to watch the live feed on his phone. It would even text him when there was movement. The recording would be on the computer. The angle looked perfect.

He had paid for the camera in cash but had to use his personal credit card for the video service. That would only be a problem if someone looked for it.

While he was watching, Sally came into the bedroom to get ready for bed. Thomas watched her get undressed. Although he no longer had love for her, he did enjoy looking at her naked body.

He set the camera to record when there was movement in the room. Being a peeping tom did make him horny, so he ran up the stairs to catch her while she was still naked. He turned off the lights, threw her on the bed, pulled down his pants, put on a condom from the bedside table, and started to fuck her.

Sally said, "I don't know what has gotten into you, but I like it."

He fucked her hard, and thankfully she came since there was no way he was going to lick her to an orgasm. Satisfied, he got up and went to the washroom to clean up. They crashed for the night.

Sally left for work first that morning so Thomas could quickly check the computer in the morning to see if the video worked. It did. Even in the dark, he could make out both of their faces while he fucked her.

Everything was ready to go for the cheating bitch and her asshole brother-in-law.

The surprise was that Thomas didn't have to wait for Monday. At noon, he got a text from the video service. He opened the app, and there they were. Thomas thought, "Fuck, do they get together every day?"

Thomas's plan moved up to today. Thomas sent a work-related text to Brent. It was a stupid question, but if it had the right effect. The video would be perfect.

When the text came through, Brent looked over at his phone. Since the video camera was positioned by the phone, the text made it look like he was looking at the camera. No one ever looks good while they are concentrating on fucking. However, the look on Brent's face when he looked at the phone, in combination with the concentration on fucking Sally, sort of gave the look of an arrogant prick saying to the world, "Look who I'm fucking."

Thomas had to laugh, "Perfect, he thought."

Brent chewed him out about the text later in the day. Thomas acted the usual apologetic pawn because he really didn't care.

That night, the real work started. The previous summer, Brent had taken a video of Sally and Brenda at the cottage in their bikinis and sent it to his male friends with the title "Look what you are missing" and just the video.

Thomas was pissed when he found out about the video, but Sally said it was nothing.

Thomas wasn't a computer expert but knew how to use some tools to edit videos and, more importantly, change the video metadata. Thomas still had the video of the girls in their bikinis. It was his wife, after all, and she did look good.

What he did likely wouldn't have fooled a video expert, but he didn't expect it would have to. It just couldn't hurt if someone did a quick check.

After editing the video of Brent and Sally, removing the beep from the text message, he then copied the metadata from the bikini video over to make it look like it was recorded on Brent's phone.

He then copied the video onto a USB stick. The action would happen the next day.

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After fucking Sally again the previous night, Thomas was in a good mood getting into the office early for today's assignments. Brent usually rolled in an hour later

Brent had an office, but everyone needed to go there to get some supplies. The office was generally a bit of a mess.

Thomas ensured Kim was occupied on the phone when he stuck the USB stick with the video into Brent's computer. He quickly created a new email with the same subject as the bikini video, "Look what you are missing", and attached the video. He then selected the same group of guys to whom Brent had sent the bikini video. Thomas then selected the "deliver email later" option so the email would be sent just after Brent usually arrived and while Thomas was away on an assignment.

Thomas knew that Brent wasn't too computer-literate, so he wouldn't likely notice that there was an email waiting for the clock to tick and send it. Thomas figured that at some point, the shit would hit the fan, and he could sneak back in and delete the email from the sent mail folder. If he couldn't, then who would believe that he was involved in sending it anyhow?

Thomas acted like an innocent lamb when his phone started to explode with text messages. He was resealing a toilet with a new toilet flange at the time. The client asked about Thomas's phone, and Thomas just said that he would check later and put his phone on mute. There was another hour or so of work to be done at the client, so Thomas just laughed inside whenever his phone vibrated.

Once the work was done, he had a nice chat with the client and then, in the safety of the van, pulled out his phone to check out the action.

The initial messages were from mutual friends of Brent and Thomas, whom Thomas knew were sent the email. They told him that they were forwarding him an email, but to make sure he was sitting when he watched it. They all sent a second message saying that they were so sorry.

The second round of text and voice messages were panic messages from Sally. Asking him to call her.

The surprise text message was from Brenda. She must have assumed that Thomas knew what was going on because it just said, "Please tell me that you have killed that cheating bastard husband of mine."

Thomas assumed that it would be more appropriate for an upset husband not to continue to the next assignment, so he drove back to the office. When he arrived, the phone was ringing off the hook, but no one was there. Tomas quickly deleted the email from the sent folder. That was the only evidence that the email was sent as a timed message.