Not sure this is the correct category so forgive if it's not.

This is true and happened only last week.

I am a coach driver and operate mainly school routes.
I had completed the evening school run (Private) in a hilly area of Dorking. Snow and ice however quickly brought me to the conclusion I wasn't going any where quickly and I made the decision to reverse back into a manor house drive and wait it out.

Phone calls made, It was looking very bleak, I wasn't going anywhere for some time. Virtually isolated, alone, cold and utterly depressed, I gloomily came to the realisation my coach would be my home for all eternity for all I knew, so I would just have to get on with it.

Being an experienced driver, I was prepared for such events that rear their ugly heads every now and then, so I had blankets on board and a single burner gas cooker along with water, kettle and an assortment of powered drinks soups and other delights.

The rear seats formed the perfect temporary but less than comfortable bed, but it was better than nothing. I lay in the darkness and slowly drifted of to sleep. The coach was lit up with headlights from a car coming down from the manor. Crunching of snow and gravel grew nearer and stopped beside the coach.

A banging on the coaches door produced a sudden reaction from me, in the headlight area, I saw a the shadow of a figure with a peaked cap. Police.

How wrong I was, he was a chauffeur. He explained that his lady had seen me pull up and guessed I was stranded and wanted to know if I was okay and invited me to spend the night at the manor house.

I explained that I actually wasn't suitable for the manor, being I hadn't washed, my clothes were dirty and I was fine as I was and to send my thanks to his ladyship.

He departed a few moments later.
Some fifteen minutes later the car came back down the drive.
He told me his ladyship had insisted that I go up to the manor house, no matter what condition I was in she could not sleep knowing I was here.

Reluctantly, I locked the coach and sat in the back of the posh Mercedes and ten minutes later found myself standing in the hallway of the manor house.

I was quickly ushered into the dining room, where my eyes feasted on millions of pounds worth of table, chairs, silver plated table ware, art paintings on the walls, diamond chandeliers and the rest of it. This place certainly worthy of royalty.

I was bought food, a meal suitable for a person of my standing, Eggs, bacon, sausages and all rest associated with that type of meal, followed by an apology from the cook that it was all they could muster this time of day, well night actually. The food itself was enough for an army but it was gratefully received.

Then I met my host, and my heart banged itself out my chest, I had dreamed about this woman, she'd was my idol, she was the one, she was my secret lover, my super star, the other lady in my life, the one who I would happily spend the rest of my life with, the one who I had impregnated every damned night in my dreams.... Amanda Holden.

She told me to shower and brought me a pair of pyjamas, telling me they were her husbands, and that he wouldn't mind, he was away anyway.
I showered and found myself in a room, I settled down and closed my eyes. Unbelieving, Amanda opened the door and slid over to the bed, discussion between us revealed she wanted my body, she had needs that her husband failed to satisfy and I could do anything I liked to her, I was keen as well as reluctant, I was married I protested and had kids, I didn't want to do anything that would jeopardise that and was sure she felt the same.

She was sure I was interested, she didn't care about anything, no one need know we had sex and everything would be fine. She knew I was interested and demanded I roll over.

I rolled over alright and fell off the bloody rear seats onto the coaches floor.