I was serving in the Army in Germany and needless to say we were getting acclimated with the new country and culture when the New Year came upon us and Sussy and I found ourselves with no place to go. We were usually invited to a New Year's party or ball, we were even wishing we would be invited to a sex party which is what Sussy was really wanting. Some place where she could get seduced and fucked as much as she wanted without being labeled a slut or whore.
We were fishing for an invitation and both had put our feelers out. In the meantime, at work, I had been assigned a very large black and gentle man named Sergeant Fromm to work for me as my second in command.
I had admired Fromm as he had the physique of a football player and although we had dozens of workers, sometimes we both worked with material handling equipment so that we sweated our butts off, and we would take our fatigue shirts off and sometimes our Army green t-shirts leaving us with our exposed upper body.
Although I was in shape, my body did not compare to Sergeant Fromm who was totally ripped with pecs and nipples that belonged in a museum and an eight-pack that was the envy of men. I thought that Sussy would go nuts if she ever saw Fromm without being encased in Army attire.
We had been friendly for six or so months as two of the few US soldiers in the Kaserne which employed hundreds of civilians. I had asked him in private to let me feel his body and he readily consented. He was as solid as a two by four and I rubbed everything that I could see with the excuse that I had never been close to a body builder, he seemed to be OK with whatever I was up for. My cock remained confined to my pants.
Fromm was telling me about the parties that his non-profit organization threw with proceeds going to Service Organizations such as the VFW or American Legion. He described the parties as being a lot of fun with a band, dinner and dancing. For New Year's eve, the party was to take place at the ballroom that they had contracted at a luxury hotel in the area.
He asked if I was interested in taking my wife, and I responded that I would have to ask Sussy but we didn't have another invitation so to please bring the information and I was sure we would be there. He also said that it was a good thing I was Hispanic to add a little diversity because the balls were mainly attended by African Americans.
The ball was to be in formal attire and would be primarily attended by Non-Commissioned Officers meaning between 25 and 35 years old, most of them if not single they had decided to leave their wives in the States. Also, he pointed out that most people got a room at the hotel so they wouldn't have to drive home after drinking.
When I told Sussy the situation she immediately agreed and took it as a challenge to attend an all-black ball. In fact she got horny as hell and asked me if she was free to fuck as many black guys as possible. As usual, I told her to go for it, I would help, not get jealous and I would really enjoy it providing I got my sloppy seconds, or thirds, or 20th's, or whatever.
Sussy asked me if I could go with her to shop for a formal gown and I was delighted, to say the least. She was used to seeing black girls and women in the club in Downtown Los Angeles where she would meet her ex-boyfriend and get a less than average fuck on Saturday nights. However, those encounters had given her confidence and a sense of superiority when it came to sex and her partners.
I could attest to that, as she was dominant in our relationship. Black women were beautifully dressed to the max with sexiness oozing out of their exposed bodies. She explained to me that since she regrettably did not have a voluptuous black body with a beautiful large ass and legs that wouldn't stop, that she would have to be very creative with what she wore and how she behaved. Sussy was creating competition in her mind and I was happy to encourage her.
A couple of weeks later we went to a high end store and found a jade knitted evening gown with alternating four inch diagonal semi opaque and transparent stripes that showed fifty percent of her body through the chiffon stripes, enough so that it wasn't completely visible but left half to the imagination. It was fitted so that it fit as though it were glued to her body showing every detail of her beautiful anatomy.
The dress came with a jade chiffon slip that disguised the transparent half, she bought matching wicked weasel panties and bra that didn't hide much but as all wicked weasel products, were designed to show how tiny the garments were in relation to the body that was wearing them.
Sussy's complete outfit would have made her the sexiest woman in the ball, she tried everything off and on in the store dressing room half a dozen times with me encouraging her to buy it. It was several hundred dollars, but I thought it would all be worth it. She hesitated but I reminded her that if she couldn't ooze sex with a beautiful black body as she had said, this was the only other way to do it.