The gender of the narrator is immaterial; women are quite capable of fucking a man, and even being subconsciously/internalized misogynist about it.
Chintz is, definitionally, vibrantly-patterned cloth, often floral, typically on a light-colored background.
Thus, by stating that the fucking is explicitly happening "on the floor," the narrator is implying that this is not only a rare Chintz-free location within the house to fuck, but also more indirectly applies that this tryst is intended to be secretive, in the literal sense that neither the narrator nor the husband will leave secretions (stains) on the Chintz itself, and will instead take place on an easier-to-clean surface.
This contrast has been well-established in most of the analyses of the poem, albeit without the hiding-of-evidence aspect.
However, this has follow-on implications vis a vis the "keep[ing] it real" - the ways in which this fucking is different from the sex the man may or may not be having with his wife, at least in the mind of the narrator.
"Our sex is too raw, too messy, too primal, too 'real' to take place in contact with Chintz. I am so much cooler and hotter than this guy's wife."
The narrative unreliability and bias opens up many other potential readings:
Maybe the narrator is a squirter, and this is simply practical, whether it's secretive or out in the open.
If this is an open marriage or polycule, perhaps the arrangement is that the narrator can fuck him anywhere except the marital bed, so floor sex is their exclusive dynamic.
The dude might be a switch, or submissive to both the wife and the narrator, since there's no indication that his wife doesn't fuck him, too. The common read, that they're in a sexless and possibly loveless marriage, is not present in the text, except by the internality of the narrator's obviously-biased opinion.
The narrator doesn't acknowledge the wife's role in his sex life at all; they just don't like her interior decorating. The man's opinion of the Chintz is never discussed.
The narrator is self-centered and generally dismissive towards both of the other people mentioned's desires.
How would this poem read if, instead of Chintz, the author had said something less overtly feminine (and, as prev noted, implicitly sexist/heteronormative/misogynist)?
His wife has filled his house with Lego.
To keep it dangerous, I fuck him on the floor.
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