I would take my daughter to this playground on the weekend and let her run around and play with the other kids in the neighborhood. Naturally, there were always plenty of other parents and kids there too, so I fit right in. I was always the "cool dad" since it was mostly moms and nannies there. I got friendly with a woman named Maddie. She brought her son to the park, and she was also pregnant again. She was very nice—and nice to look at—and kind of...flirty?
Nah. Couldn't be.
One afternoon in July, we were both in the playground. She was maybe 7 months along, and we got to sitting and chatting, and I couldn't help but notice that she was awfully touchy-feely with me. Not that I minded that much, but still. If one didn't know better, they might have thought we were a couple. Nothing too crazy, but she was touching my arm and my chest, and laughing a lot. We were talking about parenting stuff, and then all of a sudden she grabbed my hand and said "Oh, feel the baby!" and pressed it against her belly.
She began to slowly move my hand around her. She smiled and asked me if I liked to feel my wife's belly when she was pregnant. I said I did, and I would do it all the time. She told me she loved when people touched her, but her husband rarely did. "His loss," I said.
At that point she leaned in and whispered in my ear, "I'm not wearing any underwear...if you know what to do with that information..."
Maddie had now admitted two things: She was deprived for attention and intimacy, and she wasn't wearing underwear. And of course she and I were both married and watching our children playing in the playground. I waited, nervously, for her to break off of this overly flirtatious conversation, but she wasn't backing down.
"You live down on 12th Street, right?" she asked.
"I do."
"Why don't we take the kids back there for a while. Let them watch a movie and we can talk a little more."
"Ah...OK," I reluctantly agreed. Maddie's forward nature made me a bit uneasy, and I knew I was basically agreeing to a tryst of some kind...but for whatever reason I couldn't say no. Something about her...was just so sensual and disarming. Her blonde hair that framed her face. Her heart-shaped butt and generous curves around her hips and thighs that seemed to be struggling to support her oversized pregnant belly. I thought my wife was sexy as fuck when she was pregnant. Maddie took the sexy pregnant chick thing to another level.
So we called our kids over—she said to her son, "Charlie, we're gonna have a play date at Rachel's house. Doesn't that sound fun?" Of course, both our kids seemed totally enthused. Maddie winked at me and off we went.
It was a fairly short walk back to my apartment and our kids ran ahead. I did my best to keep up while Maddie lagged behind. She said it was all right, seeing as how she was so pregnant and really couldn't run much. But they stopped at my building and ran up the stoop and in the door. I followed, and then finally Maddie waddled up the steps.
"Let me guess, 4th floor walkup?" She said, out of breath.
"No, just the 2nd."
"Oh, thank god!" she said as she put her hand on my chest, "I really can't take stairs much anymore."
She held her hand on my chest a bit longer than normal. Then she looked up at me and grinned. We went upstairs.
She sat the kids down in front of the TV and I cut up some apple slices for them. She put on a DVD—Willy Wonka—and then joined me in the kitchen and sat at the table. She leaned back, cradled her belly and sighed.
"You've had enough of being pregnant?" I asked.
"Actually, no—I kind of enjoy it. I like the way my body changes and grows, people pay more attention to me, I really love feeling the baby move inside me—it's so wonderful!"
"Do you ever see movement on your belly from the outside? That happened a lot when my wife was pregnant. We used to have a lot of fun with it."
"I do, sometimes, especially now that she's so large," she said as she stood up and giggled.
"As if that wasn't obvious from the size of me."
She took out her phone.
"Here, I took some video of her moving—wanna see?"
"Sure!"
She pulled it up on her phone and went to show it to me, but then she dropped her phone.
"Oh dear," she said, "This is a tragedy. Can you pick that up for me? I really can't bend over. I apologize for my largeness."
"Sure—no problem."
I picked it up and handed it back to her. She then showed me the video, which was a couple of minutes long. Her baby was really active and bouncing around inside her.
"Do you like this?" She asked.
"I do."
"Maybe I can get her to move like that now. Wanna try?"
"That sounds fun!"
She sat back down and pulled up her dress. She was wearing tight bike shorts underneath. Her belly was huge, very round and stretchmark free...