I went to a fabulous wedding on Sunday with my other half and various lovely school friends. We all had a great time, lots of dancing and drinking and OH and I enventually sloped off to our room at about 2.30am
The venue was a private house where they let out the rooms, and ours was across a courtyard and then down a very narrow staricase - no other rooms there, just ours.
Anyway, OH woke me at about 8am - being half asleep and probably still a bit pished, I just rolled over and put my arm around him.
OH then poked me rather too sharply and I realised that there was indeed someone else's husband in bed with us! God only knows how it happened, but sometime during the night he had come down the stairs, undressed and got into our bed - the room wasn't locked and we both sleep like logs anyway, but I can't believe we didn't notice!!!!! OH woke him up and told him to disappear sharpish - by this point I was hyperventilating under the duvet (naked!) and in a complete state of shock! Our random visitor even had the brass cheeck to argue with my OH about where his clothes were and tried to put his suit on. It took about 10 minutes for OH to get him to feck off!
By the time I had stopped howling with laughter enough to get up to breakfast, pretty much the whole place knew about it and were laughing too - the bloke in question and his wife had already left - apparently he was mortified!
I'm still traumatised, it was one of my oddest experiences to date I think!
