Jennifer Lopez Simulates Racy Sex Positions With Male Dancers During Recent Live Show
The singer and actress, 55, put on a racy display with a trio of male dancers during her Friday, July 18, headline performance at the Cook Music Festival on the Spanish island of Tenerife.
In clips circulating via social media, Lopez, clad in a silver bodysuit, can be seen on all fours gyrating onstage with one of her shirtless dancers, at one point seemingly going in for a kiss. The 'Let's Get Loud' hitmaker is then joined by two more dancers, one whom she simulates backing up against while he is behind her. Another stands over her as she lies down and lifts her head toward him for a simulated kiss.
The sensual stage play concludes with the multi-hyphenate star straddling one of her dancers and appearing to cop a feel of the other two men, who are seen standing either side of her.
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The clip ends with Lopez being handed a microphone and introducing her hit 2011 song 'I'm Into You' featuring Lil Wayne.
Lopez is currently enticing crowds across Europe and Asia on her Up All Night: Live in 2025 tour, which includes Friday's festival gig before a crowd of around 60,000 people.
The pop star launched her tour in Pontevedra, Spain, on July 8, followed by stops in Madrid, Barcelona and Bilbao. Lopez is expected to perform in Turkey, Poland, the United Arab Emirates, Egypt and Uzbekistan before concluding the tour in Sardinia, Italy, on August 12.
Up All Night: Live in 2025 comes a year after Lopez was due to embark on her now-canceled This Is Me... Live tour in support of her 2024 album This Is Me... Now and its accompanying musical film, This Is Me... Now: A Love Story.
Inside Jennifer Lopez and Ben Affleck's Divorce: Who Got What?
Lopez canceled the tour in May 2024 amid reports of marital trouble with her then-husband, Ben Affleck. An email sent to fans by promoter Live Nation read, 'Jennifer is taking time off to be with her children, family and close friends.'
'I am completely heartsick and devastated about letting you down,' Lopez said in a special message included in the email. 'Please know that I wouldn't do this if I didn't feel that it was absolutely necessary. I promise I will make it up to you and we will all be together again. I love you all so much. Until next time …'
After months of speculation about their marriage, Lopez filed for divorce from Affleck, 52, in August last year. Their divorce was finalized in February.
During her recent show in Bilbao, Lopez suggested she was 'done' with marriage after tying the knot four times. (As well as Affleck, she was previously wed to Ojani Noa, Cris Judd and Marc Anthony, with whom she shares twins Max and Emme, 17.)
Lopez spotted a sign that read, 'J.Lo, marry me?' at the Bilbao concert and quipped, 'I think I'm done with that. I've tried that a few times.'
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