Dancing with the Sluts

"So what, whoever does the most twirls wins?"

"No, Daniel, this isn't a dance competition for morons. This is an adult-only dance tournament that features a wide variety of techniques and styles that take years of practice to perfect. You would know that if you came to any of the competitions I've done over the past several years," Elena said to her husband.

"But how many points do you get for each twirl?" Marcus asked his wife, Talia.

"Dear Lord, Marcus, this isn't football. Judges will be scoring us based on a variety of criteria, like how complex our techniques are, how well we integrate them into our dance and the strength of the message we are conveying with our performance." Talia tried to explain.

"And how many twirls you do?" Daniel asked his friend's wife.

"Sure. And how many twirls you do," Talia answered sarcastically, giving up on trying to explain this yet again to the two men.

It was a Saturday afternoon in the mid-sized arena. Elena and Talia were competing in a freestyle dancing tournament as they had done numerous times over the past few years. What was different this time was that they finally convinced their husbands, Daniel and Marcus, to come watch and cheer them on. They had asked so many times before, but the two men were always too busy watching an important college football game, high school baseball match, professional cricket contest, or a rerun of a Globetrotters game from the 80s. This time, however, both men were finally convinced / sufficiently threatened to come.

"It's fun in that there is no limitation on what type of dance each person can do. You'll see ballet, tap, experimental, jazz, and more," Elena said, eager to explain more about this passion of hers to her husband.

"Uh-huh," Daniel said while looking up the current score of the replay of the 1991 college football game he was missing on ESPN Classic.

"Maybe you should show some interest and ask me what style I will be dancing in?" Elena said, annoyed.

"Uh-huh," Daniel said again, while checking to see how his fantasy professional female darts team was doing. He once again felt like an idiot for trading Beau Greaves to Marcus for freaking Ellie Stephens.

"You could too, Marcus," Talia hinted to her husband.

"Uh-huh," he replied, while researching on his phone about how to view professional Mongolian horse racing.

"That's it, no more phones. You're here to watch us dance. I don't want to see you with your phones out again," Elena said, grabbing her husband's phone and shoving it in his pocket while Talia did the same.

"What? At least let me finish watching the JV boys volleyball game. It's the district quarterfinals!" Daniel said while Marcus nodded, agreeing that was a reasonable ask.

"Sit! We have to go get ready," Elena said as she and Talia headed to the dancer only area.

Grumpy and bored, the two husbands went and found some seats in the arena. Now that they weren't locked in on tiny screens, they came to appreciate how many people were here. "There's got to be like 5000 people here," Daniel said in amazement.

"There weren't even this many at that firefighters vs other firefighters charity ping-pong tournament last week," Marcus added.

"Daniel! Marcus! Good to see you both!" A voice yelled out. It was Brad and Kevin, coworkers of both Daniel and Marcus at the office they all work at. They sat in the seats located just behind them.

"Hey! What on earth are you guys doing here? Neither of you are married. Did you get some new girlfriends that dragged you here? Do yourself a favor and run for the hills while you can!" Daniel joked, prompting Marcus to laugh loudly.

Brad and Kevin didn't even crack a smile. "No, we never miss a dance competition. Have you guys never been to one? They are fantastic," Kevin explained.

"The skills required are incredible. And some of these women can tell a thousand stories with a single dance move. Last week, this one woman, she must have been almost 50, told the whole story about how she met her husband, fell in love, and then lost him to cancer last year. But she never said a word. The sheer emotion of her grace on the dance floor told it all," Brad said, a single tear forming in his eye.

"Do they sell nachos here?" Daniel asked.

"We've seen your wives perform many times before, they are talented dancers. How is it you never went to one of these before today?" Kevin asked.

"Oh, well... we're busy guys. It's hard work being the man of the family. It's great that our wives can do this, but someone has to stay home... chopping firewood and protecting the house from bears and robbers and robbers riding bears," Marcus tried to explain.

"Also, we think dancing is really boring," Daniel added.

"Oh, that too," Marcus said, agreeing.

"Well, I think after watching today, you'll change your mind about just how 'boring' dance competitions are," Brad said while he and Kevin exchanged a knowing smile.

"So, how does this work? Each woman dances once and then they judge her and that's it?" Daniel asked.

"There are multiple rounds, each with different formats and requirements. Between each round, contestants are eliminated until the final round where a champion will be crowned," Kevin explained.

"So if... hypothetically, a woman was eliminated in the first round, his husband could then go home and watch four hours straight of the Mexican senior amateur bowling championship?" Marcus asked anxiously while Marcus eagerly awaited the answer as well.

"Do you really think Elena or Talia won't make the first cut?" Brad asked.

"What? No. I think they will win the whole competition thing. I was just asking for... that guy," Marcus said, pointing to a random man sitting.

The man overheard this and turned around. "Oh, I don't have a wife or anyone in the competition. But you couldn't pay me to leave early. I'm so fucking pumped about seeing women express complex emotions and ideas in the form of gorgeous dancing, I could burst!" The man then gave a double high five to the guy next to him before bumping chests and yelling out with a passion neither Marcus nor Daniel had ever seen before.

"Never mind," Marcus said, dropping the topic.

A man with a microphone then trotted to the center of the arena. "Good morning, ladies and gentlemen and welcome to this year's dance competition. We are ready to begin, so let's bring out our competitors!" A line of nearly forty women then came out, prompting the audience to applaud and cheer. The women were dressed in all manner of outfits ranging from tight-fitting baije dance clothes to more elaborate colorful dresses.

"Oh, there's Elena. See her there, she's wearing a... dress." Daniel started to say. He paused after seeing just how short a dress she had chosen for this event. Like, ridiculously short.

"It's... pretty," Marcus said, after realizing how his friend was reacting to what his wife was wearing. "I'm sure it makes sense with the type of dancing she will be doing. And there's Talia!" He said. Thankfully, her dress was knee length, he realized, relieved. Except the top was much more daring. Like, two-thirds of her tits were on display. It was a miracle her nipples weren't popping out from just her walking.

"Errr, I'm sure she used a lot of tape," Daniel said, trying to make his friend feel better.

With both men feeling weird about their wives' outfits, the competition started. The first round would consist of individual dances where each dancer could perform in whatever style they wanted. The judges would score them and decide who advances to the next round. Things started off with a woman wearing a tuxedo doing a tap dance with some impressive back flips thrown in. "Oh shit, I didn't realize things would get this political," Brad said behind the two husbands. "That's a clear statement towards the expansion of the International Monetary Fund into Southeast Asia." Marcus and Daniel nodded, despite having no idea how anything the woman was doing could be interpreted as political, what the IMF was or exactly where Southeast Asia is.

The dancers continued their routines, drawing strong reactions from the audience. However, for Daniel and Marcus, they felt nothing but confusion or boredom. Finally, it was Elena's time, and Daniel remembered his worry about her daring outfit. Any twirl, slight bend, or jump would likely risk exposing her panties to this large crowd. He hoped her routine would consist mainly of arm movements and maybe head turns, as none of that would result in her meager skirt flashing her unmentionables to 10,000 persons in attendance.

Her routine began with some high-beat pop song, and almost immediately she spun around, sending her skirt upwards. However, what it revealed wasn't her panties, but her thong. Both Daniel and Marcus watched with their mouths agape as nearly every move Elena made exposed her ass cheeks, to the point where she might as well not have worn anything to cover herself. "She's... ummm... a talented dancer," Marcus said awkwardly. "And I'm sure everyone is too busy admiring her skills to notice the occasional instance when her skirt rides up just a bit." Just then, Elena bent all the way over, spread her legs and held that position for a while.

Daniel looked around him, having complex feelings about so many people seeing his wife in such a state. None of the other dancers had done anything remotely erotic. One lady's routine involved her putting on more clothes, even, and she started off wearing a sweater and jeans. Why was Elena taking such a different route?

He looked over at his best friend, who was staring in awe at his wife's exposures. Finally realizing he was being watched, Marcus looked away, pretending to be interested in a beer advertisement on the other side of the arena. Thankfully, Elena's routine finally ended and she stood there with her arms lifted into the air in triumph, lifting the bottom of her dress above her tiny underwear in all directions. The crowd erupted in cheers, including his two coworkers behind him. "Fantastic form! What grace!" Brad said.

Hearing that gave Daniel hope that maybe his wife's performance wasn't as sexual as he had fretted it was. "Also, her thong was sexy as fuck. God damn, that ass was tight. You are a lucky man, Daniel," Kevin added, with Brad expressing strong agreement.

"Don't listen to them, they don't know what they are talking about. I mean, of course you are a lucky man, I meant the butt stuff. Not that your wife doesn't have a great... I mean no... errr wait, I mean..." Marcus stuttered. Elena walked off the main dance floor, her dress still bunched up and doing a poor job of covering her lower body.

Marcus felt bad for his friend, only to then feel bad for himself as his own wife took the dance floor next, with ample DD boobs exposed in the form of an impressive amount of cleavage. Her highly rhythmic music started and Talia got to work shaking what her husband and so many people in the audience were staring at. Somehow her breasts stayed put in her dress, but they jiggled with great vigor. "Not that I'm looking, but it's not that much exposure. A tasteful amount at most, I'd say," Daniel said reassuringly.

Talia then bent over, giving everyone a clear view down her dress. "You're a lucky man?" Daniel then added, not knowing what else to say.

"I knew your wife had a large rack, Marcus, but not that huge. She was made for dancing," Brad said behind them.

"She should go professional," Kevin added. Marcus wasn't sure exactly what kind of professional dancing they meant, but he had an idea. It was such an odd feeling for the husband, knowing that thousands of people were hyper-focused on his wife's rack and likely imagining it in various states of undress and participating in various sexual activities.

Just as he was imagining what the man sitting across the aisle from him was picturing doing with his erect penis and Talia's boobs, her routine ended and she left the dance floor to thunderous applause. Both Daniel and Marcus were in a daze for the rest of the round and were startled back to awareness when the announcer read out which women would be advancing. "... Elena River, Talia Hale..." he said, which came as a shock to both men.

"Told ya they would make it," Brad said, patting both of their shoulders.

"And thank god too. I cannot wait to see more of both of those women," Kevin added.

"More?" Daniel said to himself.

Shortly after, both Talia and Elena came back out, wearing their street clothes from before. "Oh my gosh, that was exciting! I was so nervous I would mess up my routine," Talia said as they joined their husbands.

"You were great! I had a misstep early on, but luckily the judges didn't catch it," Elena said, looking excited.

"I think that's because they were busy watching something else..." Daniel said, but his wife didn't hear him.

"Did you guys have fun watching?" Elena asked.

"Yeah..." Marcus said before trailing off.

"What? Is there something wrong?" Talia questioned.

"It's just..." Daniel added before also trailing off.

"Spit it out! Did you not like my song choice? Was my routine too basic? Should I have let my hair down? What?" Talia pressed him.

"They didn't like that your dress showed off your panties," Brad said unhelpfully from behind them.

"Oh, and that your tits were almost fully exposed, Talia," Kevin added. "That's their opinion, though. We thought you two had the best routine of all the women. Panties and boobs included."

"Is that true?" Elena asked Daniel accusingly while Talia did the same to her husband.

"I mean... kind of. Couldn't you have worn a longer dress? Or maybe several layers of loose-fitting sweatpants?" Daniel said.

"And maybe a bra and a thick jacket?" Marcus added.

"Excuse me? You don't come to dozens of my dance competitions and then you finally do and the first thing you have to say to me is to criticize what I'm wearing?" Elena said, standing up tall.

"Our dancing is about art in motion and our outfits are picked out specifically to accentuate the messages we are communicating with dance." Talia lectured.

"Everyone here understands that. They look beyond the flesh and see the true art behind what we are doing. But I guess all you see is jiggling tits and ass!" Elena shouted.

"Is that all I can be to you? A body for you to lust over and hide from the rest of the world?" Talia shouted even louder.

At this point, the entire section they were sitting in was staring at the scene. Daniel and Marcus had shrunk down in their seats, holding their hands up as if they were afraid of their own wives. "No! None of that is true! We just..." Marcus shuddered.

"Are still learning the art! As you said, it's our first time. We were just overwhelmed with how complex and... artful everything is," Daniel said.

Both women looked at the men cautiously. "Fine. But no more comments about what we're wearing," Elena said.

"If it makes you feel any better, my next dance outfit doesn't show off any cleavage," Talia said to her husband, trying to calm him.

"And mine doesn't show off any of my panties," Elena added.

"Oh thank gosh. I mean... oh, interesting. I'm sure you will be able to still give a powerful performance," Daniel said. The wives rolled their eyes and walked back to get ready for the next round.

"Okay, so that was... weird. But they'll do a totally normal dance wearing non-sexual clothing in this next round and we can just forget that earlier dance ever happened," Daniel said with wide eyes.

"Yeah, totally. It'll be just like that time we accidentally touched penises at the bowling alley. It never happened," Marcus added. Both men sat in silence for the next few minutes, staring off into the distance.

They were awakened by the announcer explaining the next round. "This will again be an individual dance with each contestant free to pick any style they wish. The difference is they will be dancing for a single judge. A wise contestant will focus all of their attention on them, as if they were the only ones here. They must make a connection with them through the art of dance," he explained. Both husbands found this an odd setup for a dance competition. Shouldn't they be dancing for everyone here? They watched as a man brought out a chair and sat in the middle of the dance floor, indicating he would be the judge they would all be dancing for.

Just like the first round, dancers came out one by one and did their performance, albeit this time for the single judge. In new and extravagant outfits, they performed complex and flowing movements, all while the man in the chair sat there emotionless and writing various notes. With the complex feelings from watching their wives in the first round fading, both Daniel and Marcus watched the dancers with increasing boredom, in contrast with the crowd and their coworkers sitting behind them who cheered loudly for each performer.

Both men became alert again when they heard Talia's name announced, indicating it was finally her turn to dance again. Marcus waited nervously to see what she would come out wearing, despite her assurances earlier that she would be dressed more modestly. To his relief, she came out wearing a long sleeved, glittery shirt with absolutely no cleavage at all. It was tight fitting, but her ample breasts were secure and hidden within the top. Otherwise, she wore a matching skirt that came below her knees.

"Any idea what kind of dance she'll do?" Daniel asked, now that the tension over her outfit had eased.

"I actually have no idea. Truth be told, the only time I've seen her dance before today was at our wedding. I remember she did the Cha Cha Slide, which was a popular song at the time. Maybe she'll do that," Marcus suggested. Although truthfully, he barely remembered his wedding reception, as that evening was the broadcast of the 12th annual Bob Hoskins memorial celebrity backgammon tournament, which he wasn't going to miss.

Talia stood several feet in front of the judge, hands on her hips and legs spread a couple of feet apart. Just then, the Def Leppard song, 'Pour Some Sugar on Me,' started blaring, prompting Talia to begin strutting around the sitting judge while her hips swung back and forth in an exaggerated manner. This was the first rock song anyone had chosen for their routine that day, confusing Marcus. He was also bewildered by her 'dance.' In addition to her strutting, she would pause, dip her knees or bend over, then rise slowly while running her hands along her body. Was this really dancing? If anything, it reminded Marcus of... wait. Is that what she's doing? Does that count as dancing? Surely she wouldn't...

Standing less than a foot in front of the judge, Talia ripped open her top, revealing a minimalist bra that covered her nipples and nothing else, with her side boob, top boob, under boob and all types of boob being exposed. She licked her lips while giving the man a look that Marcus could never recall her giving him. Her hands ran all over the exposed skin of her chest and her hips gyrated in tune with the music.

Marcus looked around, certain the announcer would come out, ask for the music to be turned off, declare this wife's routine entirely inappropriate, and disqualify her. But that didn't happen. Next, he looked to the judge and tried to see if he would signal his immense disapproval of this performance, but instead he continued to sit there emotionless, watching his wife's half-naked body move in a provocative manner and writing down the occasional note.

Completely free of a top outside of this ridiculously tiny bra, her wife's large tits bounced and swayed tremendously as she moved her body to the music. As Marcus looked around and saw countless faces watching and enjoying his wife's nearly bare tits, he looked over at his good friend Daniel, who was staring just as intently as anyone. Daniel finally noticed his friend watching him watching his wife's bobbing tits and then pretended to be looking at an ad across the arena. "Oh! I was so preoccupied looking at that advertisement for... medical ointments, that I didn't even notice Talia dancing at all," he said convincingly. Marcus wasn't convinced.

He thought at least she was still mostly dressed and was still wearing... nope, never mind, she just tore away her skirt. Underneath, she was wearing nothing but a tiny thong. While her bottom wasn't as grand as Daniel's wife's, it was still his wife's butt, which now thousands of people were seeing 98% of.

Talia bent over, inches away from the judge who, after leaning in for a closer look, wrote something on his score sheet. "The judge... seems to like her. I mean like her dancing! I mean... not like it in that way, but like it's movement. But not the movement of her..." Daniel said, trailing off before getting mesmerized by Talia's swinging tits again.

"It's likely that the judge is happy with her overall artistic message and the difficulty in many of the dance moves she is performing," Kevin added from behind them.

"And her huge tits inches from his face," Brad added.

"Well, obviously. Damn, maybe I should look into becoming a judge," Kevin said in agreement.

Marcus took a deep breath to calm himself down. Yes, 95% of his wife's body was on display for everyone in this crowded arena. However, that last 5% were the most important and sensual parts. As her husband, he was still the only person who got to see that much of her. Yes, this was a sexually charged dance and likely there were currently thousands of men getting boners from watching her, but he was still her husband and the only one to see her in a truly undressed state. Just then, Talia pulled off her tiny bra, revealing her completely naked and uncovered tits to the judge, Marcus's best friend, coworkers, and a crowd equal to the population of a mid-sized town.

Daniel and Marcus were speechless and stunned as they watched Talia strut around the judge, her DD breasts free to bounce now that they were completely unbound by the shackles of clothing. Their coworkers behind him cheered loudly, as did the whole arena. "Is that allowed?" Daniel asked, without his eyes leaving the tits of his friend's wife.

"Of course. Why wouldn't it be?" Brad replied. Daniel could think of a number of good reasons why a dance competition might not want women exposing their boobs, but he could think of a lot better reasons why they would want it too.

As Talia grabbed and shook her tits inches from the front of the judge's face, Daniel realized maybe he should say something to comfort Marcus, especially since it appeared he hadn't taken a breath since the boobs came out. "You can hardly see them from up here. In fact, I can't even tell if she is wearing pasties or not," he argued. Marcus nodded at this point. The middle of the arena was pretty far away, even for people sitting up in the front. While she might be half-naked, it wasn't like anyone but the judge could get that great a view.

"We are sorry to interrupt in the middle of a performance," a voice from the arena's speaker system echoed. "But I am happy to announce the jumbotron's screens are working again. Please direct your attention to any of our huge displays for a much closer view of all the... dancing." Sure enough, an extreme close up of Talia's melons were transmitted onto every screen in the arena. Every bump, freckle, and bead of sweat could be clearly seen thanks to the extreme resolution they were being broadcast in.

"It's pretty impressive how good that camera guy is. Despite them knocker flaying everywhere, he's keeping them entirely in frame the whole time," Kevin remarked.

"It really is," Daniel said in agreement. "I mean... I would assume so if I was looking, which I'm not," he quickly added before looking away, but only to find more screens with his friend's wife's tits everywhere he looked.

Finally, after another two minutes of bouncing bare titties, Talia's act ended and she got a standing ovation from the arena. The only one thus far in the whole dance competition, not counting the one they gave that lady who fell over five times in the first round and finished her routine sobbing on the floor. Talia stayed on the floor waving and thanking the crowd for such a response to her routine, while, of course, the camera stayed locked in on her chest. Eventually she left, and the arena was finally free of Marcus's wife's nude body.

Daniel suddenly grew worried about his own wife's performance and pulled out his phone, hoping Elena was in a position to answer his text. 'You aren't going to show your boobs, right?' He texted. This was not a message he had ever thought he would have to send to his wife, but today was proving to be an unexpected kind of day.

He stared at his phone, nervous that he wouldn't get a response and would simply have to wait it out and see her performance, but to his relief, he did. 'What? Of course not!' She wrote back. Daniel let out a long breath of relief.

Several more dancers came out and did their routine, albeit in a much more conservative fashion than Talia had chosen to. What was odd was that no live video of their performances was being broadcast on the screens as had been done with Talia. Instead, they displayed ads for soda, an upcoming Christian music concert, and highlights of previous dancers, which consisted solely of Marcus's wife's hooters. Brad and Kevin made it a point to highlight every time Talia's nipples appeared on the screen.

It was then time for Elena and she took the dance floor wearing a similar outfit to Talia that was composed of a knee length skirt and long sleeve top, albeit in different colors. Daniel was glad he had messaged his wife, because seeing her come out in this would have made him certain she was going to perform a similarly revealing routine to Talia. Her music started up, which was once again a high-tempo song that she shook her sizable derrière in front of the judge. As Daniel watched his wife basically perform a twerk for this man, he was oddly thankful for the topless performance that Marcus's wife had done. And not just because he got to see some giant tits, which of course he was thankful for, but her exposing her tits was nothing compared to seeing what his wife was doing now, which was staying fully clothed. Just then, Elena pulled off her top and bottoms, leaving her wearing nothing but a skimpy bra and thong.

Once again, the live camera was back in action, albeit this time it was choosing to focus on Elena's ass as it jiggled up and down. However, some shots of her bra that was barely keeping her nipples covered were thrown in too. Daniel looked over at Marcus, whose mouth was agape at the sight. After thirty seconds or so, he finally noticed that his friend was watching him watch his wife's ass gyrate. "Oh, what? Man, did you notice the... excellent rafting work they did on the ceiling of this arena? Man, can you imagine how much welding all that took? It must have been a butt load. I mean... a lot."

Daniel kept telling himself that his wife told him that she wasn't going to expose her tits, even if they were 95% exposed at the moment. Still, he trusted her. She was barely dressed but still dressed. Just then, as she was bent over in front of the judge, who was his usual emotionless self, she reached back and grabbed the sides of her thong.

"Wait... what?" Daniel said in a confused haze. Slowly, her hands lowered down her hips, taking the straps with them. "But if she does that, then everyone will see her..." Daniel mumbled. The material between her butt cheeks then became taut and began traveling southwards as well, revealing the top of her ass crack to the cheering crowds. "It's just a tease. Any second now she'll pull them up before anything is revealed." Then, in a swift motion, the thong was completely removed, and Elena stood up, fully bottomless and making no effort to cover anything. In fact, it looked as if she was standing there to invite looks. "Any second now she'll pull them up before anything is revealed," Daniel repeated.

"Ummm, Daniel. I think it's too late for that. In fact, she just gave the thong to the judge, who put it in his pocket after smelling it. Weird," Marcus tried to tell his delusional friend.

"She said she wouldn't do this," Daniel said, remembering what he texted his wife.

"No. I saw your text. You asked her if she was going to show her boobs. She is showing everyone her pussy and bare ass," Kevin said from behind him.

The huge screens in the arena displayed live and extremely close up video of Elena's pussy, which Daniel was just now appreciating was fully shaved, as was every person staring lustfully at the screens. For the rest of her three minutes of dancing, Elena mostly did moves involving spreading her legs while standing or lying on the ground, including times when she impressively lifted her right leg almost straight up to her face while standing. It's unfortunate that the cameraman didn't catch this move as he was focused on other aspects of her performance.

The routine ended with her waving and bowing to an extremely pleased crowd before she jiggled away. The rest of the dancers were a blur to both husbands as their minds flooded with incoherent thoughts and questions. They only came to when they heard their wives' names read off as part of the group to survive to the next round.

"They're... going to dance more?" Marcus said worryingly.

"Of course! Why do you look so down? This is good news!" Brad said back to him. Is it good news? Maybe if you are a fan of seeing his wife half naked... or more, Marcus thought.

There was going to be a small break before the next round, so Elena and Talia joined their husbands in the stands again. "Oh my gosh! We made it to round two! Can you believe it?" Talia said, hugging her husband.

"I... really can't," Marcus said.

"Told you I was pretty good at this," Elena said, winking at her husband.

"We've been practicing a lot." This left both men with a lot of questions. Have they been practicing dancing with their boobs and pussies out for men? Have they done this routine at previous dance competitions? What on earth could they do in the next round?

However, Daniel decided to ask another question that was on his mind and seemed more immediate, while hoping to avoid angering his wife again by implying he wasn't thrilled with how sexual her dance was, as he and Marcus had done after the first round. "So... you didn't have time to get dressed first before coming up here," he asked nervously.

Marcus nodded, having the same question. Indeed, both women had joined them in the stands wearing what they both ended up in at the end of their last routines. Talia's tits were fully out while Elena's womanhood was on full display. "Yeah, we figured that rather than spending time getting dressed and having less time to spend with you guys before the next round, you would rather we come to you right away," Elena explained. Both men were glad they had thought of them when they decided to walk around mostly naked.

"Talia, Elena. Fantastic routine! You really made a connection with the judge," Brad said, reminding Daniel and Marcus that their coworkers were there too, now mere feet away from their wives' naked bodies.

"I know, right! He could barely keep his eyes off of me when I was dancing for him. He really liked my moves!" Talia said happily. For a second, Marcus thought his wife had said the judge liked her boobs, but then realized she said moves. Except he was certain the truth was probably what he'd first heard.

"I never had a judge lean in to see me when I'm dancing. Except this judge did when I was on the floor doing that move where I put my legs behind my head. I think that one really impressed him," Elena said.

"It was the best dancing I've seen all day. However, I'll bet both of you will top it in the next round," Kevin said.

"Awwww, you both are too nice!" Talia said. She then leaned in and gave both of them an extended hug, which, as Marcus made careful note of, involved her naked tits getting pressed into both men.

Elena joined them for a hug, too. "Sorry I'm so sweaty. You're probably so grossed out hugging me," she said while nothing covered her pussy.

"So... will your next routine involve... removing clothes?" Daniel asked carefully.

"Of course not! Why would you even ask that?" Elena said as Talia nodded in agreement, causing her tits to jiggle noticeably. Marcus and Daniel both felt immense relief hearing that.

Then they realized every eye within four sections was on their wives. "Maybe you girls should head back and get ready then?" Marcus suggested. Both women agreed and began walking back, stopping only six or seven times to talk with various men, who complimented their performance and asked for a number of pictures to be taken of them, which both women were happy to do.

The announcer came on the loudspeaker and explained what the next part of the competition will entail. "Welcome everyone to the third round and congratulations to all of our dancers that made it this far. This round will be very different from the last two, in that all of our performers will be dancing at the same time. Each woman will be given an area to dance in whatever style they wish, for as long as the judges dictate. They will be judged on their technical prowess, complexity of the dances they perform, and how well they can endure dancing over the entire round. Let's bring out our ladies and hear another round of applause!"

Both Daniel and Marcus were happy to hear this news. Not only did this mean that the round would proceed quicker, but not all eyes would be on their wives, as the other dancers would also be performing. Surely if this had been the format in the last round, a lot of men would have gotten tired of watching their wives' naked bodies shake and spent some time watching the fully dressed woman next to them do some pretty twirls, right?

About 16 women were in the round and they came out in a line from the back area and headed to their designated dance areas. All the women wore new, unseen outfits as diverse as before. One woman wore a deep emerald satin slit gown with a floor-length dress. After her, a young lady came out wearing a feathered cocktail dress composed of champagne-toned fabric. The next dancer sported a sparkly lace column dress with subtle crystal embroidery. The two women after her were totally nude and eagerly bounced over to their area while making no effort to hide even an inch of their nudity. This, of course, was Talia and Elena.

With all the women lined up in the dance area, Brad and Kevin debated whose outfit was the best this round. "The midnight-blue velvet halter dress that woman is wearing is absolutely stunning. It's so rich in texture and drama. However, I also greatly like seeing Elena's bare tits, so I would give it to her," Brad said thoughtfully.

"But did you see the ombre tulle dress on the woman at the far end? It's so romantic and almost creates a cloudlike effect when she moves. But my eyes keep getting drawn back to Talia's bare ass and how tight her cheeks get when she bends over. Damn, it's a tough choice," Kevin replied, while rubbing his chin with his hands contemplatively.

Both husbands once again thought that their wives may have lied to them when they asked if they planned on stripping again for their next routine, but then came to appreciate that by coming out already fully naked, they were indeed not going to be removing any clothes in front of the crowd. They both realized that perhaps they should be a bit more direct in their questions. Asking, 'Do you plan to show off your vagina again for every man and woman in the arena?' might have given them the information they were truly curious about.

Both Elena and Talia had no more secrets hidden behind tiny bras or thongs. Everything was laid out bare for everyone. Both men were taken aback by how comfortable their wives had been throughout all of this. They were ordinary housewives. How is it they weren't even a bit shy about showing off the most intimate areas of their bodies? Also, what dance routine would require starting fully naked?

"Without any further ado, please begin dancing!" The announcer said before some generic upbeat music started up. Immediately, it became very apparent that both women had a similar plan for what they would be doing this round. They both sat their bare asses on the dance floor, spread their legs, and began doing what not even their husbands had ever witnessed. Masturbation.

Elena used her fingers delicately and precisely. Her pointer finger danced over her clit, caressing it with just the right touch in a way that only years of practice could have taught her. In no time at all, her face contorted into that of pleasure. A look that was foreign to Daniel, who could only recall seeing her make this face when they went out to eat and Elena allowed herself to indulge in tiramisu for dessert.

Talia, meanwhile, took a much more vigorous approach to her self-pleasuring. Using three fingers, she rapidly stroked them in and out of her pussy. Her whole body shook from the experience, both from the action and the pleasure she endured. Her mouth stayed agape and her eyes wandered and unfocused as her body became drenched in sweat and other fluids.

"How... how is this dancing?" Daniel muttered as he watched his wife moan out in delight as she began pinching her left nipple.

"How is this not dancing? Her movements, the rhythm of her body. Each breath is a verse, each moan a song. Her heartbeat and pleasure are the art, the dance floor her canvas," Kevin said with raw emotion.

"Oh fuck!" Elena yelled out as her buildup of sexual glee was nearing a breaking point.

"Also, who gives a fuck if it's dancing? There are two hot chicks masturbating for us!" Brad thoughtfully added, followed by him and Kevin high fiving.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck! This orgasm is tearing me apart! Yes!" Talia yelled out, her screams louder than even the music being played. Marcus had never heard his wife say anything like this when they made love. It was so strange to see this side of her, at the same time as thousands of others seeing it for the first time. Still, she had cum and that was that.

"Wait, is she still going?" Marcus asked while seeing his wife now use five whole fingers to pleasure herself.

"The rules are you got to keep 'dancing' until the judges say stop," Kevin pointed out.

"Fucking balls, my pussy is bursting with pleasure!" Elena yelled out as she achieved her own self-induced orgasm, before continuing to finger herself as vigorously as ever.

"You guys are some lucky men to be married to women who have such intense orgasms," Brad said, patting both men on the back.

"Heh, yeah! Totally..." Daniel said, trailing off. Both husbands dwelled on that comment.

When Daniel made love to his wife, she usually said something along the lines of, 'Wow, that was pretty good. Thanks, honey," when they concluded sex, which he assumed included her orgasming. Was that maybe not the case? And why did she always go spend half an hour afterward in the guest bedroom with music blaring? What was she doing in there?

When Marcus finished sex with his wife, she would give me a firm handshake as a thank you before taking a twenty-minute shower, which she seemed to always greatly enjoy. Like, enjoy a lot based on the noises he heard. Both men began to wonder if both of their wives ever achieved climaxes during sex with them, as evidenced by the sounds they were hearing them make today. "My ass won't stop spasming from my orgasm!" Talia yelled out in a tone completely foreign to her husband.

The five male judges crowded around both spreadeagled women. They got much closer to them than they did with the other dancers and spent a bit more time watching them as well. Like, they seemed to simply glance at the other contestants when they walked by them and then spend the next ten minutes exclusively watching their naked and cumming wives. They wondered whether that was a promising or concerning sign regarding how they felt about their 'dance.' It was certainly concerning, as their husbands, having men watch their wives masturbate so closely that at one point, one of them had to wipe off some liquid deposited onto their glasses.

The cameramen were on point as always, as the show producers seemed to have made the decision to display a split screen of close ups of Elena's and Talia's soaking wet pussies on the large displays in the arena. Not a second of screen time was devoted to the other dancers, which Marcus and Daniel wondered would upset some audience members who had come to cheer on those dancers. Yet, everyone in attendance seemed to be very happy with the decision to exclusively show images of pussies quivering to frequent orgasms.

Both women moaned, yelled, hollered and cried out as they achieved an impressive number of orgasms, all while five strangers watched under the excuse of judging them. Not to mention thousands watching from the stands with no excuse except that they enjoyed seeing women cum. Both Daniel and Marcus couldn't believe how good their wives were at this, as if they'd been practicing almost nightly. Which couldn't be the case, of course. They gave their wives all the pleasure they needed over 2 to 3 minutes every three weeks.

Finally, the judges announced the end of the round and all the dancing women collapsed from near exhaustion. Elena and Talia were worn out as well, but for very different reasons than the other competitors. "Do you think they'll make the cut?" Kevin asked the two husbands.

"For some reason I'm pretty sure the judges are anxious to see more of Elena and Talia," Marcus admitted.

And indeed, that's what happened. "Elena River and Talia Hale will both be progressing to the next and final round," the head judge announced. "Oh, and I guess those six chicks over there too. Who cares?" He added. What in the world would they do for this last round, both husbands worried.

There was a short break to allow the remaining contestants to prepare for the next round. It was then that the twist for this final round was announced. "This year, contestants will be paired up and judged together. The winning pair will then share this year's championship!" Brad and Kevin were hyped by this, while Marcus and Daniel knew somehow this would mean their wives getting even more exposed.

Daniel quickly texted his wife. 'Do you know who you got paired with?' He asked.

'I got Talia as my partner, what are the odds?' Daniel figured the odds would be pretty high, assuming the judges wanted to see them dance together.

Marcus, reading the text that Daniel was getting, nervously asked his wife a question over text. 'Do you think you might... actually wear something for the final round?' He waited for her response, worried that she would get offended it, but was a bit relieved by her answer.

'Of course! We couldn't wear the same thing as last round. The judges would really frown upon that,' she responded. Somehow Marcus thought that they might forgive them for being nude two rounds in a row.

He showed the text to Daniel and both men were relieved. They knew, of course, they would probably be wearing something revealing, but compared to being naked, they would have at least some coverings. Maybe this last round wouldn't be so bad. Sure, a lot, actually a lot alot, of men will have seen every square inch of their wives nude, and frequently orgasming bodies. But that will soon all just be a memory for those men and nothing more. In a few days they will barely remember what color Elena's nipples were or how glistening Talia's pussy was when she came in front of the judges. Yeah, it would all be okay.

"Don't forget. After the show, you can buy DVDs of this year's performance with all of the fantastic moments captured in clear HD for you to enjoy watching whenever you feel like. Just visit our website. And don't worry, we will be making plenty of copies for everyone and your friends to enjoy!" The announcer said. Both husbands were just a bit concerned learning this, as it basically meant there was now softcore, borderline hardcore porn of their wives for sale.

They didn't have long to dwell on it, as the final round of the competition began with the first pair of dancers: Elena and Talia. "What's Talia wearing?" Marcus asked as he watched the two women walk into the arena together. He could tell she was topless, but was wearing something on her bottom half. Specifically it looked like something was attached to her crotch. Something long, flesh colored, and almost... veiny.

"It couldn't be. What on earth would they do with something like that in a dance competition?" Daniel had been watching his once again fully naked wife walk into the gaze of thousands of cheering people and didn't notice Talia. But hearing his friend, he also questioned what was going on. "Is she wearing a strap-on dildo?"

As they stopped in the middle of the arena and stood there waiting for their music to start, it became clear that she had a plastic cock attached to her. It was an odd sight for Marcus. He had gotten oddly used to seeing his wife's naked tits flopping around in front of all these people, but she was now basically standing there with a huge erection. Artificial, of course, but a state he never thought he would see his wife in.

With a thousand questions in both their heads, they went unanswered as the music started up and the women began their routine. And that routine apparently would begin with Elena getting on her knees and taking the plastic dick into her mouth, simulating giving a blow job to her big breasted friend. It was oddly erotic for both men and words escaped them. Talia looked down at Elena with a smile while caressing her hair as her friend managed to take the nearly the entire length of the plastic cock into her mouth.

"Once again, Daniel, I have to say you are a lucky man. That's a woman who knows how to give a mind blowing blow job, that's for sure," Kevin said.

"But... Elena hates sucking dick. She never gives me one," Daniel admitted. Not something he would ever reveal, but today's shock had put him in a weird state. However, as weird as it was having a coworker comment on his wife's BJ skills, he had a point. She looked like a pro. A lesser man would have likely already filled her mouth with cum due to the barrage of pleasure such vigorous sucking would have given him. But she wasn't blowing a lesser man by any means.

"Also, your wife looks like she can handle her dick pretty well, Marcus," Brad added.

"Thanks..." he replied. Also not something he expected to ever hear from a coworker regarding his wife, or anyone really.

The judges crowded around the two women and they weren't even bothering to take any notes this time. Both husbands again questioned how this could be considered dancing by any means, but they were sure that question would get shot down by their coworkers and thus decided to let them watch their wives blow each other in peace. However, it seemed the time for sucking fake cock was over as Talia withdrew her phallus from the soft lips of her friend. Elena stood up, locked eyes with Talia, smiled and put her hands on her hips. At the same time, Talia put her arms around Elena's back. "Oh, it looks like they might actually dance," Daniel said. Once again the women proved their husbands wrong and instead of doing anything resembling a dance, they locked lips in a passionate kiss.

"I'd say their tongues are dancing together at least," Brad said, motioning to the jumbotrons. Their kisses were passionate and intense, almost as if even from hundreds of feet away Daniel and Marcus could feel the heat the two women were radiating. Their naked tits pressed together and soon their hands began to explore each other's bodies. Talia's fingers ran along Elena's back, feeling the smoothness of her skin while Elena couldn't help but grab two handfuls of her friend's tight, bare ass. They were totally enamored with each other, totally ignoring the thousands of eyes on them. They seemed to find each other's presence intoxicating, frequently releasing from each other's lips to let out a gasp of pleasure as they were becoming overwhelmed with desire.

As the husband watched Elena drive her lips into the ample tits of Talia, they began to question what was going on here. "This... this is weird, right? My wife is totally straight," Marcus said without ever taking his eyes off the hot wife lesbian action.

"Yeah, so is Elena. But this is just friend kissing. And friend... motor boating. And friend... fingering?" Indeed, the two women's hands, while exploring the other's body, found the most intimate of areas that the husbands had assumed only they were allowed access to on average once a month. Yet right now the wives were slowly thrusting two fingers into the hot, moist, and most of all welcoming embrace of each other's pussies. All while thousands watched, if that hadn't been mentioned before.

"I've seen plenty of women interacting as friends. That's not what they do," Brad added.

However, both husbands were not convinced. "Nonsense. Elena and Talia kiss all the time. They kiss hello. And goodbye..." Daniel explained.

"And they kiss a lot when they are watching a movie together, when they give each other massages, when they shower together, during their frequent sleepovers," Marcus added while Daniel nodded along.

The two women then withdrew from each other, both tongues and fingers. Elena looked really excited about something that was about to happen while Talia nodded with a knowing look on her face. Elena clapped happily before getting down on her hands and knees with her ass sticking out. The cameras made sure to capture all the best angles. Talia positioned herself behind her, taking hold of her plastic dick. "What on earth are they doing now?" Marcus questioned. Daniel didn't have any answers either.

"I think your wives are about to fuck each other," Kevin commented.

"What? But they are two straight women. How or why would they do that?" Daniel asked. He soon got his answer to the how.

The moistened dildo was thrust into the eager pussy of Elena, who howled in delight. "Oh fuck, I feel every fucking inch of it! Now fuck me like the whore I am!" She yelled out. Talia didn't need to be told a second time and immediately started slamming her hips into the bouncing ass of Elena. She gripped her ass firmly, taking an almost possessive hold, allowing her to make deep, deliberate thrusts. Each movement was expertly done and hit all the right spots, eliciting loud moans of ecstasy from Elena. The competition soon turned off the music to allow the sounds of skin slapping skin and cries of pleasure to be the only audible sounds to fill the arena. Every man and woman in the arena watched in silence at the erotic scene taking place in front of them.

Elena's back arched to meet each thrust and her hands clawed the ground, seeking something to grip but found nothing, leaving her to endure the building pleasure coursing inside her. Their movements together oddly became a dance of sorts that told a story of two women's lust for each other and the intensity of their sexual connection. Elena's face showed her agony as she seemed to barely be able to withstand the barrage of feelings this fake penis was giving her, yet she wouldn't let Talia let up even for a second. She was chasing something grand and when she reached it, her world would be rocked to the core. Talia, for her part, never let her eyes off of her moaning friend. More specifically, she never stopped watching her ass spasm with each thrust. Her hands gripped Elena's hips tightly and it almost felt like their two bodies were linked with their sexual desire flowing between them like an electric circuit that had just been completed.

The pace quickened, and Elena was thrusting her ass backward to drive the dick into her as deep as possible. Finally, her expression changed and her eyes flew open. "Fuck, I love you! I'm losing control, I'm cuming so hard!" Every muscle in her body tensed, and the arena fell completely silent. Finally, Elena collapsed onto the dance floor, a moist, panting mess but sexually satisfied. At least for the moment.

Everyone in the arena stood up and cheered louder than they had all night. An outside listener might have assumed the local sports team had just scored a point to win a long sought after championship based on how enthusiastic everyone was. But no, seeing a woman cum on a dildo attached to another woman is what prompted this response.

Both husbands, who joined in the applause so as not to seem rude, figured this was the end of their wives' performance. But then Talia pulled down the straps she was wearing that held the oversized penis that was soaking with Elena's juices. Having recovered from her pleasure bomb, Elena took it from her friend/lover and put it on herself. This wasn't the end, not even close.

Talia took the same position that Elena had just been in on her hands and knees. Cameras zoomed in on her exposed and wide open pussy that was almost shuddering from the expectation that it would soon be filled with a sex toy. It didn't have to wait long as Elena thrusted her newly acquired dong into her friend's pussy. The dynamic between the two women had switched, yet the passion was stronger than ever. With the dildo attached to her driving her friend crazy as it had her, Elena was exhibiting an expression of fierceness and confidence while Talia was left wondering if she could withstand the pulsing pleasure inside her without losing her mind. The woman on the receiving end moaned loudly, but this time the giver hollered out along with her as she knew quite well what her lover was experiencing. Their lovemaking sounds combined to create an almost symphony of ecstasy that filled the once again quiet arena.

Elena's pumps were done with a purposeful rhythm, with her hips rolling in an almost dance with the eager ass of Talia as they rediscovered the connection they shared just a minute ago, albeit in different roles. Talia quivered, her muscles spasmed, and her whole body warmed. Once again, they shared the most intimate of moments, choosing to ignore the thousands of eyes on them. Or maybe they were hyper-aware of the lustful attention they had and this only added to their pleasure. Whatever the case, it was working well for the women, as clearly Talia was enjoying herself. Greatly.

Elena increased the pace of her humps, sensing the woman writhing in front of her was beginning her crescendo. Her thrusts were relentless and deep, despite the moans of her lover. She knew better than anyone that Talia didn't want her to let up. The moans morphed into cries of pure bliss, and her body tensed up with each powerful thrust into her womanhood. What began as a gradual ramping up of pleasure soon became a rocket, with Talia unsure when it would peak, nor did she ever want it to stop either. But finally, all coherent thoughts left her as her mind was awash with nothing but sexual glee. The climax she had given Elena just a few minutes ago was being paid back in full and then some.

Elena pulled out, allowing her lover to collapse onto the floor. Before taking a moment to admire her heaving naked body, Elena joined her and the two embraced in a kiss again. They laid together, both still feeling the aftereffects of what they had given each other. In that moment, their bodies and even their minds were one, forged together in the passion of their lovemaking. The cameras at the same time were capturing a great shot of their pussies pressed into each other, both still quite moist and agape.

"That... was..." Daniel started to say, but couldn't find the words. Both his and Marcus's minds were a confused mix of lust and embarrassment. But at least it was over and they could begin to process everything that had happened... Is Elena handing the strap-on back to Talia? Are they really going to it again?

Indeed they were. Over the next hour, both women took two more turns, both fucking their friend and getting fucked by them. Their husbands witnessed expressions and sounds that they thought were impossible for their loved one to ever make, yet here they were doing just that as a dildo slid in their slits. Both men knew that their wives' naked bodies would likely be the main player inspiring many of the men and women present to masturbate in the coming days, months, and likely even years given the healthy DVD sales they expected. The cameramen continued their impressive work, capturing angles of the women's nude bodies that not even Daniel and Marcus had seen before.

But finally. And truly this time. Both women finished their 'dance' routine, soaked in sweat and each other's juices. The crowd somehow again topped the level of their previous applause and roared out their approval of the hardcore pornographic scene they had been watching intently for so long. The announcer came on after the cheering was finally starting to die down. "Wow. I think we can all agree that was a great way to end today's competition. So with that... what? Who gives a fuck about the other 3 pairs of women? God damn it, fine. Will the next pair of women come out and do their bullshit?"

The second pair of women came out and began their dance. After a minute and a half, the announcer cut them off, saying they had done enough. The third pair was only given 45 seconds. For the fourth pair, the announcer made them describe, in one sentence, what their dance would have looked like, but didn't allow them to actually perform.

With that, they brought out all four pairs of women, with Talia still totally naked and Elena still sporting her fake erection, to announce the winner. "Hmmmm, I wonder who they will give it to," Brad joked as they played a drum roll. "This year's winner is Elena River and Talia Hale!" The announcer said excitedly. Both women grabbed hands and jumped together in glee upon hearing this, before making out and fingering each other again.

"God damn it!" Another contestant said angrily to her partner. "I told you we should have had hardcore lesbian sex with each other for our routine. But no! You insisted we do a fucking waltz."

Everything was a blur for Daniel and Marcus. DVDs of today's performance continued to be advertised. Elena made Talia squirt while fingering her during the award ceremony. Brad and Kevin commented how this year's dance competition was even better than last year's, when Elena and Talia were 69ing for two hours straight. Several local news stations interviewed the two women while they stayed 'in costume.'

Eventually, though, the crowds dispersed and the arena was nearly empty before Elena and Talia joined their husbands. As they walked up to them, they each kept a firm hand on the other's ass cheek. "Did you guys manage to stay awake the whole time?" Elena asked.

"Yeah... ummm congrats on winning," Daniel said awkwardly.

"I thought for sure they were going to give it to the waltzing girls. They were so graceful," Talia added.

There was so much that Daniel and Marcus wanted to say. So many emotions they needed to voice. But seeing their wives standing there, occasionally copping a feel of each other's tits, they could only think of one thing to say.

"When's the next dance competition?"