I had been feeling kind of ill. Then, one day while I was at work, I went to urinate and the fire that resulted caused me to cry out in sheer agony. It burned like you wouldn't believe. Like a red-hot poker had been rammed right up my pee-hole. I also have funny little bumps all over the head of my cock too.
I left work immediately, and went to our doctor. After a thorough check-up and a few tests he called me into his office.
"I have to ask you some very personal questions Jim. They are not easy one's but the law requires it now."
I was confused for a minute...why would the law have anything to do with my agony?
"Uh...Okay I guess doc. But why?"
"Well...I'm not sure how to tell you this Jim, but you have an STD. One that is treatable and will go away, but an STD none the less."
His words hit me like they were a freight train coming through a long tunnel. I was trying to understand what he was saying, but the STD word had hit me hard. How could that be possible? I had never cheated on my wife...not even as little as touching another woman.
Yet...I had a STD.
"Jim? Jim? Are you okay?"
"Hell no I'm not okay doc! How could I have gotten a STD? I have never cheated on my wife, nor have I been with another person sexually at all. I've not kissed anyone else either. How could I have gotten this? From a toilet seat? What?"
"Uh...well Jim...some of the questions I'm going to ask you are about all that. Who have been your sexual partners lately?"
"My wife...she is the only...my wife...I've only been with...my...Oh...I think I'm going to be..."
I bent over, my stomach in knots. He shoved a small trashcan in front of me from the side of his desk. I threw up. It took some time before I could regain my composure. My wife...it had to have been my wife that gave me this STD.
The shock of the knowledge that my wife had given me a STD was complete. The doctor had been our doctor for years; he had delivered our kids, all three of them. His look was one of extreme sorrow.
"I'm sorry Jim. Usually...I mean...well...I figured that you may have...what with your traveling so much...I'm sorry."
"So...what do I have to do now doc? I mean...my wife obviously has been cheating on me, or not telling me something quite important. What's the next step?"
"I need to know who her partners have been. You have to be totally honest with me too Jim. If you have been with someone else..."
"I told you doc. I've never...ever been with another woman...or man for that matter."
I added that man part since he gave me a look that foretold he was going to ask that next.
"Then, we have to assume that your wife gave it to you. You will need to tell her and then have her come in for treatment. Hopefully it will not be progressed to the point where it isn't treatable for her. She will have to tell us who she has been with...and if it has been more than one person...all of those people."
"Why would you have to know that?"
"We'll need to contact everyone she's been with sexually, and let them know...they have a right to know. The CDC will require it too. They'll be notified, and I'm sure an investigator will check into it all as well."
I sat there, the knowledge that my straight-laced and oh-so-proper wife had cheated on me and given me a STD. My marriage...what was going to happen when I got home? What would she say? Why? Why had she gone outside of our loving marriage?
We had been married for fifteen years, and our kids were just now getting into the age where I could see just her and I being able to go and do things together. Alone. Obviously, she had other plans already.
I left the doctors office after he talked to me. He was worried that I might go over the top and do something stupid, but truthfully, my mind was so numb I just couldn't have done anything at that time. I went home, early for the first time in months. Arriving there, I found her car gone and I had the house to myself. The kids were still in school and would be for the next three hours.
I sat there, not able to have a drink that I desperately wanted, but due to the antibiotics I was taking, I couldn't have. I sat there in my chair in the living room...numb and silent. I went over the last years with my wife wondering how and when she had decided to step out of our vows and be with another. I wondered if I hadn't been enough for her.
My mind was toast. I heard the front door open...and her laugh as she walked in. A laugh that stilled when she saw me sitting there in the chair. Her boyfriend was right behind her and he looked like a little boy caught with his hand in the cookie jar.
"Oh...Jim...what are you doing home in the middle of the day?"
"Tell lover boy that he gave you an STD, whore."
I was getting angry. Had she had the nerve to have been fucking this asshole in my bed? Had she been so callous that she was giving her love to another in the house I had paid for? I was about to blow up.
"Jim...what are you talking about?"
I exploded.
"You...cunt." I hissed those words out, so angry that I was barely able to contain myself. "You gave me an STD...and I had to go to the doctor today because my dick was on fire. Asshole there gave you a STD. You need...you both need to go in and see a doctor...now."
"How dare you call me a..."
"Cunt? That's what you are, whore. You, my supposedly faithful wife, have been fucking some asshole and he gave you a STD. One that I could have only gotten from you since I, your legal and rightful husband and lover have never cheated on you. You...you...just go...get the hell out. Go to the doctor and get checked out. Whore. You fucking...whore."
She burst into tears, knowing that she had been caught, and now she had a STD on top of that. I just collapsed into my chair that I had stood up from while yelling at my cheating bitch of a wife. Her lover turned and almost ran to his car. He was for sure headed to a doctor. He hadn't known about the STD and I began to wonder if he had in fact, given it to her. Had she gotten it somewhere else?
"I'm so sorry...Jim...I didn't know...it just...happened...and..."
"I told you whore...get the fuck out and go to the doctor. I don't want to hear it. I don't want to hear your bullshit excuses of how somehow it was my fault or that you slipped because of some stupid lapse in judgment. Just get the hell out and tell the doctor whom you've been fucking. He'll need to know."
Suddenly I was so tired. I just wanted to lay down and sleep. I wanted to be alone and sleep. Janice stood there still crying, but seeing that I was not going to talk anymore, she finally turned and left. A bit later I heard our car, my car actually, start and pull out of the driveway.
I sat there, my life in shreds. All in one morning in one, foul, dark day. I had gone from happily married man to that darkened and morose man wronged. My wife had cheated on me. She had gotten a STD. Fifteen years...shot down the drain. I needed that drink, and regardless of what the doctor had told me, I made myself a double scotch. It didn't last long at all. Neither did the next four.
Later, sitting on our bed, I heard the kids come home. Janice hadn't shown back up. They came in and seeing me in my suit sitting on the bed half drunk, started to ask questions.
"Daddy...why are you home so early? Are you okay? You've been drinking!" Sarah was worried.
"Dad...what's wrong?" James was shocked at seeing me as I was.
I looked at my three kids, two girls and a boy. Sarah, James, and little Beth. Sarah, almost fifteen now, was looking at me like she knew something and was afraid to tell me. James was truly confused as to why dad was home and drunk. Beth, at eight, was concerned that I might get sick in front of them.
"Don't puke dad. I'll go get you a bowl or something. Just don't puke in front of me."
"I won't Beth. Look...kids...I came down with something that your mother may have passed on to me. She's at the doctor now getting checked out. She'll be home soon. You just go do your homework and whatever. Things will be...it will all work out."
James and Beth left the bedroom, relieved to be out of the way. I must have looked a sight to them. They had never seen me drunk before, ever. I was ashamed of myself at that moment too. I loved my kids with my whole heart and I had tried to instill into them right from wrong, and that honesty was paramount in life. I noticed at that point that Sarah was still with me. She had sat down on the bed, a bit away from me, but still she sat there. I looked at her and it took me a moment to realize she was crying.
"Sarah, honey...what's wrong? It won't be a big deal. Just a little bug I'm sure. It will be all right."
