Both of us were soaking wet with sweat, even though the AC was on high. I got off of her and she looked down and saw the mess we made on the couch and...my now limp cock covered in our juices. She smiled and kissed me hard. She asked me if I wanted to get a shower with her, and I, of course, was not going to miss that chance. So she got up, put one hand between her legs and the other on my cock as she led me to the bathroom. It wasn't a far walk, but her hand held a puddle of cum and pussy juice. "Now what?" Jill asked."Put your legs together so that you have his penis clamped between your legs, then cup your hand and start spanking him," my wife said. Then I felt a few light spanks on my bottom. "You can spank him a lot harder than that! He's a big boy, he can take it." Then the spanks started to land a lot harder. "Be sure to alternate from cheek to cheek, so he doesn't get spanked in just one spot." Soon I was feeling a warm glow across my whole bottom from the spanking.Jill. Unfortunately Patricia found that the apartment AC was not working before I could get to it. While she was showering, I gave it my world-class treatment. I not only repaired the broken compressor, I improved it, upgrading the alloy of the steel, machining the tolerances of the rings. Then I strengthened the hoses and cleaned the condenser grill, recharged the depleted coolant, and made all the dirt in the air ducts disappear. Finally I turned it on. It was unusually hot outside for so early in. I opened up my laptop and started working. In addition to small amounts of manual labor, I also do minimal amounts of graphic design. If you ever need a sweet banner or background, hit me up. I tore into my work, finishing several items that were still weeks away from even being needed. Several hours later, I closed the lid and fell asleep, looking forward to sleeping in the next morning. This, unfortunately, was not to be the case. I was awoken in what could objectively be called the dead of.