The Night My Husband Called Me Out As His Wife, So I Married Him

In 2016 I was 23 years old. I was free from college and living with a roommate in town. It was a time for us to go to clubs, we loved to dance. We discovered lesbian bars where we mostly hung out, because there were no guys hitting on us there. We made friends with some of the lesbians there, and we went to house parties when invited. We saw and met a lot of lesbians, some our age, and some twenty years older. We were what they called baby lesbians, looking for love.

At this one bar, not the lesbian bar, we were hit on by a couple of black guys who said they played professional football. They were definitely big, and we are tall for girls and blonde and blue eyed. We were in a bar booth between the two guys and they were buying us drinks. That's where this guy in my life that never left me alone walked by.

He was pissed and told me to get my things he was taking me home. When one of the guys stood and objected he was told that I was married, and if anyone messed with his wife it was legal in Texas to take them out. He wasn't armed in the bar, but he told them his gun was in his car.

He took me by the hand and pulled me out of that bar, sat me down in his car and told me 'never again do I want to see anything like that'. He drove me home, I got sober on the way home. He took me into my apartment and insisted on bringing order to my life. I ran but he caught up with me and put me face down on the bed. He pulled my shoes and pants off, and then pulled my panties off and I was laying with my bare ass in view.

Which hole, he asked me. Open your legs or take it in the ass. I opened my legs and he did his thing and injecting his cum in me. He turned me over and I told him 'well you're married now, because I'm going to be pregnant'.

I never resisted. I went down with him to the court house. I stood before the Justice of the Peace and said I do, I wore the ring he bought me, I got my name changed, I moved in with him. He lived in a small one bedroom so it wasn't much to take care of, a little crowded but it was just two. As I got bigger and bigger he finally agreed to look for a place with two bedrooms, so we didn't have a baby sleeping in our room. I let him watch the baby getting born, I named her Julie Anne, I stayed home for nine weeks, and then went back to work. After a week I told him I wasn't going to be one of those moms hauling a baby back and forth to daycare. I was going to be the mom and stay home.

When the second baby came it was that much more the reason to stay home.

What happened to me that night that my brain was rewired I don't know. He called me his wife in public, and from that moment to right now I am his wife. That's all I can figure.