26/10/2026
My husband and I were staying at this tiny little hotel in Australia, and we had a really attractive, young and fit Polynesian guy as our housekeeper. I’m not going to lie, I couldn’t help flirting with him a little.
At first, he seemed a bit nervous, but he would smile back, and I kept catching him looking at me. Just little things, like holding eye contact a bit longer than usual, smiling at him, or playfully biting my finger when he walked past.
Obviously, I’m married, so I wasn’t planning on taking things any further. My husband doesn’t mind me being a little flirty anyway. In fact, he actually finds the jealousy kind of exciting.
One morning, before we headed out for the day, I had a cheeky idea. I decided to leave my thong and bra on the bed instead of putting them away. I knew he’d be coming in to clean our room, and I was curious to see if he’d notice.
When we got back later, the bed had been made and everything was neatly arranged, including my underwear. I couldn’t stop wondering what might have happened while we were gone.
I have absolutely no way of knowing, but my imagination was running wild. Part of me wishes he stroked his cock with my underwear. The thought alone made me feel so naughty, especially knowing my husband was right there with me.
Hotel workers, what would you have done? Or what normally happens in these cases?
Poster:
Discreet Samantha