“You can’t laugh at me,” I say, trying to keep a straight face and not letting my embarrassed smile betray me. “You ASKED, so you CAN’T laugh…”

We’re in bed, white hotel linens tangled messily about the king-sized mattress. The floor-to-ceiling sliding door is cracked open, the relaxing sound of waves crashing onto the beach and evening ocean air filling the hotel room where we’ve spent most of our honeymoon…

…And I do mean most of it. Sure, we had an itinerary of activities we planned to do this week, but instead we’ve spent it here, having sex on virtually every piece of furniture possible. Now it’s our final night in this tropical paradise, and you’ve asked me if there’s anything I’ve fantasized about before we have to return to our real lives back home.

“…Okay, well, I guess I’ve had a fantasy— just a fantasy, nothing I’ve ever expected to happen, I mean it— of us ordering room service… and you answer the door, invite the guy in, and give him a striptease or a lapdance or something.”

An embarrassed red flushes to my cheeks, as I preempt your reaction.

“Don’t act so surprised! You know I think it’s hot when you wear skimpy outfits and get flirty. But like I said, it’s just a dumb fantasy.”

My smile fades and becomes a squint, I see the gears turning in your mind.

…Downstairs, a hotel employee has no idea the night he’s about to have.

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Hey! Looking for a good, detailed writer who wants to see where this idea goes. Kinks are probably pretty apparent— mostly exhibition and hotwife related!

Orange envelopes, please!