Use his wife as a 3d printer.

Penny entered the living room from their garage. She was sweating profusely and grabbed a bottle of water from the fridge, downing it all in one long swig. While she did so, Matt treated himself to a good look at her body from his seat on the couch.

She was clad in sneakers and jeans with her ponytail pulled through a baseball cap. Her supple chest was glistening with sweat and she panted as she tossed the water bottle into the trash. She came over to Matt and playfully kissed his cheek.

"You stink," he said with a grin. "How's it going?"

She tousled his hair. "It's going great, babe! I think you're really gonna like it."

He swatted her ass playfully and she jumped with an exaggerated yelp. "Yeah, I'll bet. So you're enjoying the work, huh?"

"Crazy, right? I'll admit that I'm still not great at it, but I'm being really careful. If we keep making projects like this I might actually get some skills!" She sat in his lap and ran a finger over his lips and down his neck to his chest. "Must be nice, having a workhorse for a wife."

"Must be nice being a workhorse," he rebutted. "I mean, there's no difference between running a circular saw and eating cheesecake, right?"

Penny thought for a moment. "Not exactly," she said. "I mean, they're both great! But different kinds of great. Like the difference between, I don't know, eating a really good steak and spending a day at the beach."

Matt nodded. Penny was so grateful that he was over his revulsion. He seemed genuinely curious now. "So what would you rather do, have sex or keep working?"

"Is that an invitation?" she asked coyly. "Have sex, obviously. I mean, who would you rather have sex with right now - me or Scarlett Johansson? Keep in mind you can't hurt my feelings."

He shrugged. "Obviously Scarjo. I see what you're saying - you enjoy everything but you still have preferences. Glad to know my dick rates above manual labor."

She slid a sweaty hand under the waistband of his shorts. "I don't know if you've noticed, but servicing your dick is manual labor. Really, really fun manual labor." She began to slowly stroke his erect member and he let out a sigh.

"Babe, I'm kinda tired. And unlike you, I don't like being tired. Why don't you go finish up your project, then you can make me a pizza?"

"Remember when you were a feminist?" she quipped sarcastically. Matt slapped her right breast, causing them both to jiggle wildly for a second.

"Remember when you were capable of caring?"

Having caught her breath, Penny stood to return to the garage. "Anything I can get you while I'm here?"

"A beer would be nice," he replied. "But first rub it on your nips."

She agreed enthusiastically and went to kitchen. She came back with an open bottle of a local IPA and two extremely perky nipples. He took a swig of the beer and belched as she headed back to the garage. Goddamn, he thought. Life is good.