Dancing with the Dudes

Claire had been a dancer in college, doing work in musicals and stage productions. When we started a family, she gave up the dancing on stage and concentrated on breast feeding and changing diapers. When the kids started school she got the bug again and did a couple of shows and started teaching dance in private lessons in our home in a room we had built with mirrors on two walls and a hardwood floor.

Her teaching started bringing in a nice income and I began to get over the fact that she was doing sexy dances with male students while I was at work teaching fourth graders how to do long division. I was as insecure as the next guy and, of course, I was jealous of those guys holding their pelvis against hers and swaying to romantic music while erotic thoughts filled their heads.

Of course, she said it was just dancing, but it was hard for me to believe because of how I felt when I was doing the same thing with her. It was arousing for me, why not for them, as well. Each day she practiced with her partner after she began dancing in competitions each weekend.

In the dancing studio I had built in our house, they would "practice" every day for at least two hours. When I was building it I added a closet small room behind one of the mirrors, which I added a one-way mirror with a tiny standing area with an entrance from a closet in the garage. Someone could slip in there and watch the "practice" without being seen. I intended it to be voyeur's hideaway and not a way to catch her, but I knew the possibility existed and I couldn't resist the temptation, even if what I found was incriminating.

The dancing room had been in for about six months when I first left work early to watch her "practice" with her most recent dance partner. I arranged for a substitute to take my classes and went home at one. I slipped into the hideaway before her rehearsal began and spent some time just waiting for them to start.

At one thirty the dark room lit up on the other side of the mirror. My wife and a man came into the room, embraced, and he took her into his arms. She turned the music on and they began to dance. I don't know much about dancing but it was a fast Latin sounding tune and the dance was sensuous and sexy, and they seemed to be enjoying each other.

They had not danced long when, while dancing, he stripped off her short skirt. She seldom wears panties and she was quickly nude from the waist down. She moved away from him and tossed off her top, and she, as usual, wore no bra. Almost instantly my wife was nude and her partner quickly removed his pants. They continued to dance naked and I was amazed that rather than incense me, watching her dance with him was sensual rather than scandalous, artist rather than awful, and erotic rather than outrageous.

As I stood in my secret room I was mesmerized by what I saw. My wife was dancing naked with another man and I was fascinated, engrossed, and totally hypnotized by what they were doing. Almost as if on cue, they went from dancing to making love and I could not take my eyes away.

The next week I got another substitute and was in my room to watch at one. It was the same routine, but this time they got to the sex quicker, and again I could not take my eyes off of them.

When I "got home from work" I asked her how her practice went. "Ah, you know, it's just dancing," she said.

"So, do you ever get tempted to do more than just dance?" I asked. She looked at me as if I had asked her if she liked to torture baby kittens. "It doesn't turn you on to be so close to another warm body?" I asked. Again, she insisted it was 'just dancing.'

When she started with this new partner, Andre, our sex went from once a week, maybe twice a month to nearly every night, and it was the hottest sex we'd ever had. The benefits were amazing. Not only was I able to watch wonderful fucking, but I was able to get the best sex I had ever had. It was better than any porn I had ever had the pleasure of watching and the best I could imagine me getting.

It got to the point where they undressed as soon as they got in the room, and although they did practice dancing, they got to the fucking sooner, and their actual dancing was far more sexual and erotic.

Eventually I used up all my sick leave and started borrowing it from friends. The principal started complaining about all the time I was missing and I could think of no excuse. I could not tell him I needed to watch my wife dance and fuck, but I needed to tell him something. I ended up telling him I was having medical tests. He could not argue with that.

It got so I was addicted to watching her. The excitement generated by watching her made me much more willing to see her having sex with other men, and yes there were occasionally other partners.

I convinced the district to give me a long-term sub and took off two months. I watched everyday, and every night We had fantastic sex. It was as if the more she fucked during the day, the more she wanted it at night. I thought I'd died and gone to heaven. She walked more sensuously, smiled a constant sexy smile, and her mood was frisky and electric.

They were practicing for a dance contest they had entered that was to be televised. It would be seen nationwide. It had a hundred thousand dollar first prize, a contract for a television show, and a chance to go further professionally. It was everything my wife hoped for, and I really believed she had a chance to win.

They had an audition to attend, and how well they did there would be a good indicator of her chances overall. She wanted me to be there and I wouldn't miss it for the world. She was addicted to Dancing With the Stars and watched it religiously. I knew she saw herself on the program, imagining it was her getting those nines and tens, delighting the fans and thrilling the viewers.

Dancing was her passion and watching her do it had become mine. Yes, she was making love with another man, but she had made having sex almost an art form. Before I first saw her dancing naked I never would have believe it would be possible for me to enjoy seeing her with someone else.

She has always said it was just dancing, that there was nothing more to it, but after I first saw her I was hooked. It is true it drove me crazy, in many ways, but the most remarkable way was that it turned me on incredibly. When I watched her dance naked, even make love in front of the mirror, I couldn't believe how aroused I got, how erotic it was to watch, and how much I liked it.

When she was in her first competition, I made sure I was there. Her partner's name was Marco, and he was a great dancer and very masculine and virile. He had a long, lean, muscular body and could use it like a gymnast. One of his greatest skills were his throws, but the competition outlawed throws so he couldn't use them in that competition. That set them back some, because it took away one of their best moves.

One of the judges, in the first round, criticized them for being too sexy. "This is not a strip show," he said, but the other judges did not denounce them for that at all. They receive the highest marks from all the judges but that one. He gave them an 8, where the other judges all gave them 10s.

Because of that, they finished second, but were offered a contract to dance on a tv show in the fall. She was so excited that she could not sit still on the way home.

"You may be a television star," I said.

"Just a dancer," she said, "but I'll take it. I am euphoric when I am dancing," she said. I knew it because it was easy to see. It was also easy to see how sexually aroused she got when on the dance floor. One thing clearly went with the other and it was impossible to deny. She became a totally different person when dancing and being naked added to that.

I couldn't deny her of that, and being able to watch her was a big part of accepting who she is. It made me realize that I was truly a voyeur, and getting so much pleasure out of watching her do things, even sexual things, just proved that. I not only learned about her, but I also learned about myself.

After they came in second, word seemed to get out that the couple who got second were the actual better dancers. On social media, 10,000 likes were recorded in the first twenty minutes after the show went off the air. Claire was an overnight sensation, receiving a half million the first day. She started getting calls the next morning at seven and they continued all day.

"Looks like second turned out to be super," I said. She actually blushed, then she nodded.

"I do love to dance," she said. "Maybe I could give you lessons," she said.

"Really?" I said. "I'd like that, but I'd never be as good as your partner."

"You wouldn't have to be," she said. "He is a professional.

But I would like it if we danced together," she said. "Very much."

Then her partner twisted his knee, so she needed a replacement real soon, so I agreed to try. She must have been a good teacher because I started feeling more confident and comfortable on the dance floor, and in our first competition we got a 7 on our first number, which I figured was lower because of me. On the second dance number we got an 8, and my hips were definitely loosening up. On the last routine of the contest we got a 9.

In that competition we got third, so I was definitely making improvements. Her biggest competition so far was coming up, and I even got to practice in her mirrored room. After a few practice numbers, I got bold and asked her if she ever practiced nude. She got a funny look on her face and nodded.

"You want to help me get naked?" she said holding out her arms, looking very fuckable. I was thrilled and helped her take off her top. Then I undid the snap on her pants and slid them down her legs. She was nude in no time, and helped me out of my clothes in less than a minute.

We started dancing naked and the feeling was incredible. I had watched her dance that way for weeks, and now I was doing it with her and the sensation was incredible. We ended the practice with sex on the pad, as it was when I watched her with her previous partner, and it was almost a work of art as we had sex in front of the mirrors. I found myself wishing I could watch it, as it was a very hot session of lovemaking, perhaps the best I had ever had.

But being in a room lined with mirrors, making love, being able to see yourself from all angles, was a totally new experience and actually very much like watching yourself have sex. Back when I was watching my wife as a voyeur, in my hiding place, savoring the sight of her being fucked in the room of mirrors, it was as if I was participating with her. Now that I was having sex with her it was even more bizarre being able to watch myself from all angles.

When the night of the big competition finally came, we were both as excited as new brides. I couldn't believe I was going to be dancing with her in a very important competition. When we got to the studio, we saw that one of the judges was our old friend who had said her dances were too sexual.

At the start of the show, some of the judges began teasing our nemesis about his being embarrassed by one of the dancers from the past. He defended himself for awhile, but then he weakened and agreed he may have eliminated the best dancer on the previous show. It was a big concession and when the dancers started he seemed to be at least open to voting for us.

On our first dance he gave us an 8, even though the others gave us 9s and 10s. Claire really nailed the next dance and I think I held my own. He gave us a 9 while the others gave us 10s. When the winners were to be revealed we all stood on stage in a row and the music started for the announcement.

"The winner is," the announcer said, then paused for drama, "couple number two." We were couple number one. My wife's professional partner had to be replaced. I had replaced him, then our old nemesis cost us the major championship, but I felt pretty good that at least we had come so close.

She has a new partner now and occasionally I watch them in my secret room. I have never told her about the room, but I may. I haven't decided yet, but I think now she would be okay with me watching. We do dance together now, on occasion, but he is a pro and I accept my limitations. Although watching her with her professional partners is easier now than it was at first. I have accepted that I am truly a voyeur, and I get a real high from watching her, even with someone else.