Years ago as a penniless young student I decided to travel to the north of Scotland for a holiday. A friend arranged for me to stay the night at an acquaintances of theirs house en route, a suggestion I gratefully accepted as short on cash.
So the night in question arrives. The couple I am to stay with pick me up at the station and take me to their house. All well and good, and they seem like a nice ordinary, friendly middle aged couple.
We get in, they show me the spare room and a cup of tea is offered. Polite small talk is made around the kitchen table. After a while the wife gets up, puts her coat on, gives her husband a kiss and goes out. It's pretty late by this time.
Feeling a little awkward now, I attempt further small talk with the husband. However he leaves the room, and comes back in with a magazine.
He opens the magazine and brandishes it towards me. In it is a large picture of his wife, stark naked, legs akimbo. It is a swingers contact magazine. As I recoil in shock he calmly explains that they both enjoy sex with strangers. His wife has in fact gone for the night to meet up with a stranger -arranged through the contact magazine - for sex and won't be back for the night. So therefore, he continues, how would I feel about a night of sex with him!!
Panic! No I bloody do not want to!!
A thought runs through my head to leg it but then I consider that it is past midnight by now, I am in the wilds of Scotland miles from anywhere and don't really have a clue where I am.
So I mutter 'Erm no, it's not my sort of thing, I have a boyfriend, I'll just go to bed now on my own if that's ok, thanks for putting me up etc', and before anything else can be said I scoot off to my bedroom, and pull the wardrobe and the bed in front of the door to barricade myself in for the night. The man taps at the door feebly and asks 'Am I sure I don't want to have sex with him'. Yes, quite sure thank you.
I fled early the next morning.
Looking back, I don't know how I dared stay the night. And how polite I was! 