The wild sex life of Peter Stringfellow including his wedding day romp with stranger

THE clubbing world lost a legend this week when Peter Stringfellow died from cancer aged 77.

Here, we begin a serialisation of King Of Clubs, his fascinating autobiography from 1996.

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I NEVER had any discipline in my sex life.

I had long ago discovered the pulling power of the microphone and spotlight. Sex was everywhere and the girls were available.

The day of my wedding to second wife Coral I made love to a woman at a nightclub . . . before going home to consummate the marriage.

We were married in a register office in my home town of Sheffield but that night I was booked as the star DJ at the Dungeon Club in Nottingham for £50, a fortune in those days.

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I’d already ended one marriage after falling in love with Coral Wright, a glamorous, slim, very sexy blonde who worked at the local printers.

But that didn’t stop me making love to a woman I met at the Dungeon Club on my wedding night then driving back home to Coral.

I never once thought of it as immoral because Coral was my wife.

She was different, completely separate from the beautiful, attractive, sexy girl I picked up in Nottingham.

Coral and I had a wonderful sex life, but even during those early, heady days of our relationship it didn’t stop me making love to five women in one week at the club.

I met Coral while talking on the microphone at my nightclub, the Blue Moon, when I felt a finger run down my back.

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Once I’d got the record playing, I turned round and saw a blonde figure disappearing into the crowd.

A big guy standing behind me said, ‘Oh, that’s Coral. She came with me, but she’s a bit flirty. Don’t take her seriously’.

I looked around for Coral and saw her sitting on the stage in a little dress.

The next week we started playing around together when the club closed. I wasn’t at all serious about her. To me she was just another girl.

The last thing I wanted was an affair, because I was married, but Coral kept coming back week after week.

After a month or so I tried to palm her off on a friend of mine who ran the local record shop.

I was putting on a show at Sheffield City Hall, and my wife Norma was coming with me.

Obviously I didn’t want her to know about Coral.

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I’d started to be recognised in Sheffield city centre, which, I confess, I liked very much.

Every girl I made eyes at in the club I’d make love to that same evening.

Then I’d either go straight home to Norma or I’d see Coral, who was clever enough to hang in there.

Although I hadn’t taken the relationship seriously at the start, after about a year I eventually fell in love with her.

It was inevitable that someone would see us together and tell Norma, and so it proved.

When Norma confronted me, I burst into tears. We were still living with her parents, so things were a little awkward.

She wanted me to promise that I’d never see Coral again.

I told her I didn’t think I could do that.

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In my ridiculous way, I even ventured to suggest that all three of us could work something out. Norma, of course, was having none of it.

About six months later, Coral became pregnant. We didn’t know what to do and even discussed having the baby adopted.

But eventually it became obvious that I would have to get a divorce, even though such a thing was virtually unheard of in Sheffield in 1965.

Coral and I moved in above the Mojo Club and furnished it on HP. I’m still amazed I could have walked out on Norma and my daughter Karen, who was only two.

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But I can also remember the love I felt for Coral. It was all-consuming, a powerful, passionate love.

Thank God Norma didn’t stop me from seeing Karen. Eventually she came to live with Coral and me.

On the night my son Scott was born, in January 1966, I was gambling in a casino in Manchester.

I won £64, which was an absolute fortune then, and came back home to find the flat deserted.

I went straight to the hospital and saw Scott, who was very pretty and very small. Then I went out and spent my winnings on toys, nappies and everything we needed.

While Coral stayed at home and looked after Scott, I continued to build up the Mojo club, which made me ambitious. Not for money, but for fame.

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I became obsessed with keeping up my image as a single guy.

If Coral and I went into town to buy records, I’d ask her to walk behind me because I didn’t want my reputation tarnished by a regular girlfriend.

After Sheffield, I opened Cinderella’s club in Leeds, which introduced me to two things I’d never encountered before — married couples and affluence.

For the first time I was in a position to sell champagne.

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Hen nights on Thursdays were wildest. The first bride to strip to her bra and panties would get a bottle of champagne.

We would normally give away 12 bottles a night, but one night we ran out of house champagne, save for one bottle.

Rather than give away the expensive Dom Perignon we took the game further and suggested that the first one to strip off entirely would win the champagne.

Within seconds, there were 12 naked girls on stage. We had to relent and give them the bottles of Dom Perignon.

Hot Tina's fake funny Turn-er

MY club crowd expected encores every time.

Tina Turner and husband Ike packed the place with a show that had to be seen to be believed.

They came with the Ikettes and a 13-piece band. They all crammed on a tiny stage and the atmosphere was intense to say the least.

There was no air conditioning, so it was just like being in a sauna.

After the second encore, Tina gasped, “Peter, get me off this stage.”

I pleaded with her to do one more, I knew the audience wouldn’t let her get away without an encore.

To leave the stage, performers had to walk through the audience, and they were unlikely to let her pass.

But Tina was giving me such a look that there was no way I could insist, so I told her to faint and said I would catch her.

Now, Tina Turner is a big, energetic lady, and I was just skin and bones.

The moment she threw herself forward, I collapsed under her weight and we fell off the stage and into the audience, who carried us on their hands to the back of the club.

I rented a bungalow for Coral and Scott to live in while I was in Leeds. With Coral away from the club I could freely play with other women.

If I couldn’t find anywhere in the club to have sex, I would do it in my new E-type Jaguar then take them home.

I can think of only one time when I tried to lie my way out of a situation. Coral found a picture of my private parts captured with some unknown girl.

Coral’s interrogation tactics were certainly more terrifying than any police, she was holding a hammer at the time and I was genuinely in fear of my life.

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But by the time I opened my next club, Cinderella-Rockafellas, Coral had come round to the fact I liked two girls together.

We would talk about it during our love-making and now I wanted my wife to join in.

The first time she watched me make love to another girl it was nothing like she thought it would be.

In a way, it made her feel better because she knew our love-making was very different.

Stevie Wonder's toilet dash

STEVIE WONDER was desperate.

He kept saying: “Man, I gotta go to the john.”

I took him up to the apartment where Coral was in the bathroom.

I tapped on the door and asked Stevie to wait. “No, man, I can’t wait,” he said.

Coral shouted: “I’m in the bath!”

I explained that Stevie Wonder needed to use the toilet. “Baby, he’s blind, he won’t see you.”

After a while I told Coral I’d break down the door if she didn’t open it.

“OK,” she shouted: “But don’t let him open his eyes.”

We left Coral and Stevie in the bathroom. Stevie then proceeded to play the mouth organ and sing to himself while he was on the toilet.

Coral yelled: “Peter, get this man out of here!”

I told her she had a choice – come out wearing a towel or stay inside. She decided to stay in the bath.

Stevie might not have been able to see Coral but she could see him.

For half an hour he sat there with his trousers round his ankles, playing the mouth organ as she sat in the bath.

When he finally went on stage, he was superb.

One night myself, Coral and a woman called Carol ended up dancing naked in the rose garden at our home.

We were having a wonderful time until we saw my children Karen and Scott at the window, clapping along to the music.

To this day they remember seeing Mummy, Daddy and Carol dancing in the garden. Now they know what we were really doing!

On a high when Jimi stopped by

I BOOKED Jimi Hendrix for £50 to play at the Blue Moon, even though I knew nothing about his music and even less about his reputation for taking drugs.

But someone in Sheffield must have known because the police were tipped off that Hendrix would have drugs on him.

Sheffield Constabulary didn’t have a specialist drugs squad in those days, so they sent the fire brigade.

Two burly firemen turned up and demanded to see the black guy with the drugs.

They walked into the dressing room and Hendrix said: “There’s no drugs in here, man.”

The firemen were unconvinced but found nothing.

As they left, they put their heads round the dressing-room door and said: “Sorry about that, laddie.”

Hendrix looked up from what appeared to be a 6in joint and said: “Hey, cool, man.”

When a very stoned Hendrix finally took the stage, no one had heard anything like him before.

It was loud, screaming and yelling, and left everyone completely stunned.

©1996 by Peter Stringfellow and Fiona Lafferty. First published by Little Brown in 1996.