Chapter 3

Dinner was a relaxed affair with the four of them seated at the old round oak table that had been in Bob’s family for generations now. The food was good, the wine tasty, and conversation interesting. The ladies looked lovely.

Before they went to the dinner table, Val tucked her breasts back in her dress, and Bob buttoned his pants. Over pasta, bread, and salad, they talked about Zack’s Army National Guard job, learning more about Army Special Forces, and his job as an Intelligence Sergeant on an A-Team. All this was new to Bob, though he’d served in the infantry in World War II, they’d had Rangers and British Commandos but nothing like Zack described. As a non-commissioned officer, he was part of a twelve-man team that would work with other active duty US Army Special Forces teams, training with the Jordanian military this summer.

Seeing the effect the conversation had on Val, the subject changed to movies and books, and of course, the family’s plans for the new home. Soon, they were laughing at Bob’s comparisons to the past and present and all his silly mistakes to date. Martha made sure everyone’s wine glasses stayed topped up throughout the meal, even opening a second bottle of Napa Cabernet. It was almost dark outside when she stood signaling that they should move to another room, while they all felt relaxed.

Martha didn’t lead them to the living room but instead upstairs to her bedroom. She felt Zack behind her, his hands squeezing her butt playfully as they climbed the stairs. Looking back, she saw Bob bringing up the rear, arms around Val, pushing her up behind them, each carrying a glass of wine.

Bob and Martha had talked before Val and Zack arrived. They decided it would be best to just cut to the chase after dinner and not ignore the reason for the dinner date, sex. Sex as a group, swapping partners. Bob was fine with that, getting right to it. One change since Bob started sleeping in her bedroom was sparing no expense to buy a larger bed, a king, with a firm mattress that gave them plenty of room.

Val was feeling good by the time she got to the landing at the top of the stairs. A never-empty wine glass meant a stop in Martha’s bathroom. She was not the only one, as she heard feet retreating downstairs and water moving through the house’s old pipes. Martha was waiting her turn when Val stepped out of her panties and pushed them into a corner of the bathroom. Zack was the only one in the bedroom when Val entered. The king-size bed with a colorful quilt behind him. She still had her glass of wine, and she raised it in a silent toast.

“Honey, you doing okay?” Zack asked, folding his arms across his broad chest, glancing around the room, noting Martha’s style and penchant for antiques, like an old rocking chair in one corner, and on the wall above the bed hung a naturalistic style oil painting in a gilded frame of three young women on a beach.

He squinted, looking closer at the faces of two of the nude women in the seascape, they looked familiar. On a sandy beach, three young women reclined nude sunbathing, a sailboat in the distance, an empty bottle of wine discarded in the sand. One girl had noticeably large breasts, her face very familiar. The trio was beautiful and the scene peaceful, from another time. He’s seen similar naturalistic and impressionist paintings that made good use of light in art museums in Europe. “This you?” he said, pointing to the busty sunbather.

Val waited a moment, took a sip of wine, eyeing her husband before answering. “Yes, my mom, who’s not a bad artist, painted us in the style of Danish painter Gustav-Fisher, a distant relative of the Van Winkles. I’m the busty one by the sea and Fran is behind me. Another cousin, Becca, has her back to us. We sat for the painting in Half Moon Bay a couple of years ago during an artist’s retreat. Sunny gave the painting to Martha for her birthday last year.” She said.

“I like it, it’s very old world. We need a copy for our house,” Zack said.

Val smiled, “I’ll tell mom, she painted a self-portrait for art school, very risqué, maybe she’ll let us borrow it,” she said, then answered his question, “Well, I’m looking forward to sharing this evening with you.” Even with all the alcohol, she figured that was a pretty good diplomatic answer to his first question. She didn’t think she could tell Zack she wanted him to watch her fuck ‘Uncle Bob’. That was one of her kinks, being watched and admired.

She sat on the edge of the large bed, testing it with her weight as Zack leaned against a sturdy three drawer dresser under a wide window overlooking the backyard. Val watched him as he watched her on the bed, both quiet. She guessed Martha and Uncle Bob got the morning sun by the way the bed and window were aligned, a nice view toward the distant hills.

Bob followed his daughter Martha into their bedroom. He’d not given a lot of thought to how this partner swap would go, but knowing his daughter, she would have a plan. Val and Zack were eyeing each other when they walked in. Martha crossed the room so that they were standing in a loose circle.

“We all still good?” Martha asked, her question intended more for Zack than Bob or Val. “No need to go over any rules or conditions?”

Zack shook his head, nope, dropping his hands to rest on the dresser behind him. Val shook her head as she played with the nearly empty wine glass that she held by her lap. “No need for any rules, except I won’t kiss Bob,” Zack said jokingly, letting a grin appear on his face.