(September 7, 2022, 10:56 pm)Bellyfan27 Goat thread. If you've read my thread about my experience, then you know what happened

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This is a pretty recent experience, thought about making my own thread but I guess there's no better place than here:

A couple weeks ago, a pregnant woman gave me her phone number unsolicited, right in front of my wife.

It's a pretty long story, one that my wife and I find terribly funny but may not be as funny to others. But yes, it was for the purpose of going out on a date, and no, I did not call her.

Saw one last week at the grocery store. I was with my girlfriend to get some stuff. While I was there, I saw this pregnant white girl (I'm from the Philippines) with a pretty good belly. She definitely looked like she was in her third trimester. She was wearing a form fitting orange dress and sandals that showed off her feet.

My girlfriend knows I have a thing for pregnant women and feet, so I turn my back to the pregnant lady as much as I can. I try to focus on the groceries and walk to the other side of the store just to avoid her. As I was looking at whiskey to distract myself, I turn around and see her coming towards me. I continue looking at booze, trying to distract myself while hoping she was going somewhere else. After a few moments I turn around to see if she was gone, but low and behold, she was standing just a few feet away from me.

I found the strength to walk away to another area of the store and look at other things (I was just trying to run away from the preggo at this point and desperately trying to get her out of my head). I decide to get some wine and bananas so I could finally leave. I go to the cashier and see my girlfriend already lining up to pay for her stuff, so I go to another counter with a shorter line and line up. The moment I get there, the pregnant lady just comes out of the nearest aisle and walks towards me. My heart was beating faster. I felt like a teenager seeing his crush walk up to him. I knew these were all coincidences, but having an attractive, heavily pregnant white woman come close to me several times in a row made me think the universe was teasing me.

As she gets closer, we make eye contact for several seconds and then she smiles at me. I instinctively smile back. I lose control and check out her bump and feet. I check out her belly button poking through her dress, her toes and the arches of her feet. She had a French pedicure and her feet weren't swollen at all... I look back up at her and she just smiles at me again. I continue lining up to pay for my stuff with my back turned towards her. I finish paying ahead of the pregnant white girl and leave with my girlfriend.

(September 7, 2022, 11:01 pm)cheshcat2

(September 7, 2022, 10:56 pm)Bellyfan27 Goat thread. If you've read my thread about my experience, then you know what happened

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sigh… don’t torch me this was 4 years ago

https://preggophilia.com/today-i-talked-...nt-woman-t

(September 12, 2022, 1:50 pm)Bellyfan27

(September 7, 2022, 11:01 pm)cheshcat2

(September 7, 2022, 10:56 pm)Bellyfan27 Goat thread. If you've read my thread about my experience, then you know what happened

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sigh… don’t torch me this was 4 years ago

https://preggophilia.com/today-i-talked-...nt-woman-t

I remember seeing this thread. Personally, I don’t think it’s bad to ask a pregnant woman to feel her belly. Just as long as you don’t come off as weird or creepy.

(September 8, 2022, 1:12 am)doubleintegral This is a pretty recent experience, thought about making my own thread but I guess there's no better place than here:

A couple weeks ago, a pregnant woman gave me her phone number unsolicited, right in front of my wife.

It's a pretty long story, one that my wife and I find terribly funny but may not be as funny to others.  But yes, it was for the purpose of going out on a date, and no, I did not call her.

I don't mean to pry, but could you add some detail to this one-sentence story? Did you know the woman? Where were you? What prompted her to do this? Etc...

(September 14, 2022, 1:53 am)jfingers I don't mean to pry, but could you add some detail to this one-sentence story? Did you know the woman? Where were you? What prompted her to do this? Etc...

Waiter at a restaurant, about 8 months pregnant.  She was a little thick, busty, very friendly, not "hot" but definitely cute, a solid 7.5 in my book.  My wife and I were not wearing our wedding rings.  Waiter overheard our conversation which led her to believe that I have a thing for pregnant women, so she went from friendly to flirty.  Made small talk about her pregnancy and invited us to rub her belly, and guided my hand all over it when I did.  Smiled and waved at me from across the restaurant, then wrote "7 more weeks! Call me? <3" with her name and number on the back of my receipt.

It would make more sense if I told the whole story, but I don't know how to do that without writing several paragraphs.

(September 15, 2022, 12:44 am)doubleintegral

(September 14, 2022, 1:53 am)jfingers I don't mean to pry, but could you add some detail to this one-sentence story? Did you know the woman? Where were you? What prompted her to do this? Etc...

Waiter at a restaurant, about 8 months pregnant.  She was a little thick, busty, very friendly, not "hot" but definitely cute, a solid 7.5 in my book.  My wife and I were not wearing our wedding rings.  Waiter overheard our conversation which led her to believe that I have a thing for pregnant women, so she went from friendly to flirty.  Made small talk about her pregnancy and invited us to rub her belly, and guided my hand all over it when I did.  Smiled and waved at me from across the restaurant, then wrote "7 more weeks! Call me? <3" with her name and number on the back of my receipt.

It would make more sense if I told the whole story, but I don't know how to do that without writing several paragraphs.

Honestly I wouldn’t mind hearing the whole story even if was in several paragraphs.

Alright, here goes.

Before each of our kids was born (via scheduled induction) my wife and I would go out for one last nice dinner, go home and have some crazy pregnant sex, then head to the hospital the next morning for the induction. We decided to repeat this when my wife was a surrogate some years later, but with a twist: this time we pretended that we were going on a blind date with each other. At the time we were taking a silly improv class together and decided to use it for some real world LARP shit. So we dressed up a bit (wife wore a stunning tight red dress with slit), took off our wedding rings, and drove separate cars to the restaurant. Once there we were in character for the rest of the evening, using different names and made-up life experiences. Naturally my character had a thing for pregnant women, while hers wanted one last fling before she popped. Then she "went back to my place" and we fucked each other silly.

The whole thing was fun enough that we've kept doing it once a year or so, even though she was not and never will be pregnant again. We'd use different names and character backstories each time, each year making them gradually more ridiculous. But the only continuity in this little universe of ours is that at some point in the meal I will let slip that all of my best dates have been with pregnant women, and she'll let slip that all of her best dates were when she was hugely pregnant. It's basically just a big inside joke improv routine for no one's amusement but our own, trying to make each other laugh and break character. And then, of course, we'll go home and fuck each other silly.

Now you know the backstory. We reenacted this again one night recently and just happened to luck into having a pregnant waiter. So we started talking about our pregnant dating experiences while our waiter was in earshot, not right in front of her of course, but while she was walking past or serving another table nearby. We didn't think she could actually hear us because restaurants are noisy and waiters are busy and they probably tune out customers' conversations anyway. We were really amused with ourselves though.

Not long after, though, her attitude toward us, and especially me, was much different. Standing closer to me, rubbing her belly more, making comments about it. Remember, neither me nor my wife were wearing our wedding rings, she wasn't wearing one either, she'd overheard me talk about enjoying dates with pregnant women, and we told her earlier in the dinner that this was our first date. Based on all of that she might have thought she had every reason to shoot her shot with me. When she invited us to feel her belly and I took her up on it, she moved my hand all around it, including dangerously close to her boobs. At this point my wife was barely holding it together and I was doing my damnedest to play it cool.

When the waiter brought my credit card and the receipts to our table, she thanked us for coming to the restaurant, then turned and looked right at me, winked, and said, "Come see me again sometime." Then she walked off, but when she got a few tables away, she looked back at me, rubbed her belly, and waved before walking around the corner. My wife's jaw could've dropped onto the table. After I filled out the restaurant's receipt (with generous tip, of course) I noticed the writing on the back of my copy and we both completely lost our shit. Had to hurry out of the restaurant so that our waiter didn't see us laughing and get her feelings hurt. And, of course, we went home and fucked each other silly.

She's still got a few weeks left to get that last fling in before her due date. Hope the universe makes it happen for her.

tl;dr - my wife and I may be awful people.

(September 15, 2022, 11:20 pm)doubleintegral Alright, here goes.

Before each of our kids was born (via scheduled induction) my wife and I would go out for one last nice dinner, go home and have some crazy pregnant sex, then head to the hospital the next morning for the induction.  We decided to repeat this when my wife was a surrogate some years later, but with a twist: this time we pretended that we were going on a blind date with each other.  At the time we were taking a silly improv class together and decided to use it for some real world LARP shit.  So we dressed up a bit (wife wore a stunning tight red dress with slit), took off our wedding rings, and drove separate cars to the restaurant.  Once there we were in character for the rest of the evening, using different names and made-up life experiences.  Naturally my character had a thing for pregnant women, while hers wanted one last fling before she popped.  Then she "went back to my place" and we fucked each other silly.

The whole thing was fun enough that we've kept doing it once a year or so, even though she was not and never will be pregnant again.  We'd use different names and character backstories each time, each year making them gradually more ridiculous.  But the only continuity in this little universe of ours is that at some point in the meal I will let slip that all of my best dates have been with pregnant women, and she'll let slip that all of her best dates were when she was hugely pregnant.  It's basically just a big inside joke improv routine for no one's amusement but our own, trying to make each other laugh and break character.  And then, of course, we'll go home and fuck each other silly.

Now you know the backstory.  We reenacted this again one night recently and just happened to luck into having a pregnant waiter.  So we started talking about our pregnant dating experiences while our waiter was in earshot, not right in front of her of course, but while she was walking past or serving another table nearby.  We didn't think she could actually hear us because restaurants are noisy and waiters are busy and they probably tune out customers' conversations anyway.  We were really amused with ourselves though.

Not long after, though, her attitude toward us, and especially me, was much different.  Standing closer to me, rubbing her belly more, making comments about it.  Remember, neither me nor my wife were wearing our wedding rings, she wasn't wearing one either, she'd overheard me talk about enjoying dates with pregnant women, and we told her earlier in the dinner that this was our first date.  Based on all of that she might have thought she had every reason to shoot her shot with me.  When she invited us to feel her belly and I took her up on it, she moved my hand all around it, including dangerously close to her boobs.  At this point my wife was barely holding it together and I was doing my damnedest to play it cool.

When the waiter brought my credit card and the receipts to our table, she thanked us for coming to the restaurant, then turned and looked right at me, winked, and said, "Come see me again sometime."  Then she walked off, but when she got a few tables away, she looked back at me, rubbed her belly, and waved before walking around the corner.  My wife's jaw could've dropped onto the table.  After I filled out the restaurant's receipt (with generous tip, of course) I noticed the writing on the back of my copy and we both completely lost our shit.  Had to hurry out of the restaurant so that our waiter didn't see us laughing and get her feelings hurt.  And, of course, we went home and fucked each other silly.

She's still got a few weeks left to get that last fling in before her due date.  Hope the universe makes it happen for her.

tl;dr - my wife and I may be awful people.

If me and my wife make another one we might have to tr y it