Sex – Drugs and Wife Sharing in the Swinger and Fetish clubs.
5000 words by Dante.
Contents
- Introduction
- Chapter 1 – A surprise visit
- Chapter 2 – Fun in the Fetish Swinger club
- Chapter 3 – Our first fetish club
Introduction
My Filipino wife Jane and I were totally new to the Fetish club scene in the UK and never ever taken ecstasy (sweets) before. We were introduced to the highly erotic lifestyle, clubs, after parties, sweets and dogging here in London and our very first experience of taking sweets was in Club Rub, a Fetish / Swinger club.
Jane was my second Asian wife and we’d been very happily married for about a year and living back in the UK. Previously I’d lived in and out of Thailand for about 10 years and experienced some amazing things and people… So after divorcing my crazy gambling, money wasting Thai wife of 7 years… I’d seriously had enough of Thai girls and all their stupid attitudes, scams and bullshit and decided to try the Philippines.
I’ll get into that a bit later but first I want to tell you about a funny thing that happened shortly after our exposure to sweets and the fetish club scene.
About 6 months after we started using sweets in the clubs, an old friend that I met in Thailand a few years previously had moved back to the UK with his new Thai wife. Now this guy, used to do lots of crazy things and told me so many stories of his Thai wife issues, drug running escapades and even diamond smuggling. He even tried to get me to do a “diamond run” with some Russian mafia type dudes he used to work for. Apparently, it was transporting diamonds in a false bottomed suitcase. I asked him if we could actually prove it was really diamonds and not drugs or something else, but he told me it didn’t work like that and the job was to carry the bag through the airport and there was no chance of opening it to check what was really inside!
I declined as it was Thailand to Italy and I didn’t want to risk getting arrested in Thailand, especially if it contained drugs and not diamonds. Getting caught with ANY type of drugs in Thailand is seriously not funny and I’ve heard several stories of people I know personally that ended up in jail. One was even stitched up by his long term girlfriend (in collusion with the Thai police), he ended up paying millions of Baht, in bribes for promises of release but the extortion continued for over a year before he was eventually released. The payment for transporting the false bottomed suitcase would have been US$10,000.
A while later he told me another courier had done a runner with his false bottomed suitcase of “diamonds” and had a contract on his head…! Apparently he ran away with the suitcase (value was supposedly several million dollars in diamonds.) No idea if the guy got caught, killed or managed to keep the hoard.
So lets jump into the story and what happened…
Chapter 1
A surprise visit
A month later, my mate turned up at my home in London and told me he was going to do a runner with a load of Ecstasy pills he was transporting…! He said he came in via the Euro tunnel and they (the pills) were strapped to his body.
I looked at him in disbelief until he stripped off in front of me and his waist, back and both arms and legs were huge and wrapped in cling film. When we peeled it all off, we were looking at 2 large packs (waist and back) and 8 smaller packs (arms and legs) of Ecstasy pills, of which I estimated was between 50,000 to 100,000 pills. He said he had to go underground and hide for 6 months and could I look after them or sell them for him…!”
The going rate in the club’s was about five pounds a pill but I didn’t know anyone I could approach, I only knew my mate who introduced us to the club’s and always got my sweets from him. I did end up selling quite a lot at wholesale to another mate because he knew a lot more people in the clubbing scene and we also got to use them ourselves for free. Best of all, the quality was fantastic.
Six months later, my drug runner mate surprised me again and arrived at my door again. This time he was doing another run from Amsterdam to Heathrow…!
Some people are just nuts and can’t live a normal life…
Which has just reminded me of another interesting story I have to write down when I get time. All about Pedro, a guy I met a while ago and what a story…! He used to be a drug courier between Columbia and other S. American countries. Married a hooker and had a couple of kids with her. They are now divorced but he was really pissed off because his daughter of 16, still living with his ex wife was also a becoming a hooker…! Then he told me he used to operate a business running hookers out of several apartment buildings and when I met him, he was living with 5 Spanish girls, all hookers and none of them spoke any English at all…! He’d brought them in from Spain and set them up as lap dancers in this strip club. They were making £700 + per day… each and his cut was £200 per girl per day. The problem was, they all used drugs at work and also when they were at home, cocaine mainly. He said they used to drive him nuts with all their arguing and fighting between themselves. However, I was amazed because they were so fucking sexy. His girlfriend was an absolute stunner, only 21 and had a face and body to die for. I will have to do a totally separate story on him and the girls later.
Anyway, back to the story…
My mate told me that he was all strapped up with pills again, just like before in the cling film and was just about to board the plane when he noticed, everyone was being searched and hand patted down, they even had drug sniffer dogs at the gate…! He realized there was no way could he get through without being caught, so had to go into the toilets, remove all the drugs off his body and left them in a locked toilet cubicle at Amsterdam airport. And when he was stopped by the airport security, because the sniffer dogs made an obvious play for him, he was searched and questioned but luckily for him, nothing was found and they had to let him go.
When he arrived at my place he was worried to death that his bosses wouldn’t believe he had to dump his consignment at Amsterdam airport again. I suspected, that was the same excuse he used for losing the hoard 6 months ago…! So off he went again and the next time I heard about him was about a year later, when someone told me he was in jail in Canada. Then about a year later, I received a message telling me to give all the remaining pills to some guy who turned up and took them up north for him, he was still in jail but needed the cash…! He’d somehow done a wholesale deal with someone.
To be honest, I was glad to be shot of them but obviously kept back a good supply for my own use. So that’s how we ended up using the sweets. We’d take them most weekends, whether we went clubbing or not, I had a free supply and absolutely loved them. And they were nothing like most other drugs that made you go off your head, on the sweets I was able to walk around town, act quite normally and even drive my car with no adverse affects. Definitely not the case if ever I smoked ganja, no way could I drive normally.
Jane also enjoyed taking the sweets for the first year. However, if you take too many, the next day was not that pleasant, they made us feel really drained and tired and personally found I couldn’t do any hard physical work. Jane stopped taking them after a year or so as she said she didn’t like how she felt the next day.
I suspected a different reason, Jane was a very shy and reserved Filipino girl and had no previous experience of boyfriends, clubs, bars or the fetish scene. Her background prior to our marriage was living at home with her parents and five siblings, university educated and never smoked, drunk alcohol or even been in a bar before.
However, when she was on the sweets she became a totally different person. See my “Asian wife” stories for all the erotic details.