"For the last time we're not lost Sam!" Thirty-Eight year old Jake Fielding snapped at his beautiful wife of two years regretting it almost instantly after doing so.
Samantha looked away from her husband so he wouldn't see the angry frustration on her beautiful face and into the review mirror. Most would say that Sam had one of those classic beauty looks but to Sam she looked a little to plain. Her lips were just a little to thin and her perfectly even face wasn't so perfect or even for that matter. Yet admiring glances she got, much to her embarrassment and Jakes obvious chagrin.
"Hey I see a house over there with lights on lets stop for a moment and ask for directions." Sam said.
Jake frowned but nonetheless pulled to the side he didn't like this neighborhood very much. For one almost everyone that lived in this area seemed to be rather unfriendly and not to mention most were probably into some form of illegal activity or another. Frowning he got out of the car along with Sam who looked relieved at finally getting directions regardless from who it may be.
"Let's hurry up and get the directions we need and get out of here." Jake said his breath steaming the cold night air.
"Don't worry honey I'm pretty sure that we're not that far off track." Sam said nervously noticing that a large looking black man was looking her up and down with an obvious appreciative look on his ugly face.
They could hear the music as they got closer to the house something that sounded like old school rap. Although since neither listened to rap or any 'black' music they really couldn't say.
Jake banged his fist heavily against the oaken door, both waiting somewhat nervously for the door to open.
A rather large and imposing black man opened the door his face rather handsome but very harsh in the faded light.
"Hey sorry to interrupt but we're looking for 19th St and we're wondering where exactly it is. You see we are supposed to go to a friends wedding and everything." Sam's voice faded as she noticed at the way the black man seemed to stare right through her clothing. Sam couldn't help but blush hotly as she reached for Jakes hand instantly seeking comfort from her husband. Black people in general never made her so uncomfortable as this man did with his frozen expressionless handsome face and cold brown eyes that set her instantly on edge.
"Where's that fucking door man that's supposed to here at all times?" The black man asked clearly annoyed.
"Well, uh sir, could you please just give us directions to where we need to go?" Jake said intimidated yet hiding it well.
"Sorry I'm just a visitor. "Names Tyrone by the way." He said offering a hand that Jake reluctantly took wincing slightly as he felt his hand get crushed by Tyrone's potent grip.
"Well nice to meet you Tyrone." Jake said resisting the urge to rub the sting out of his hand. "But we really need help finding this place."
"Well why not come in for a while the party just started an hour ago." Tyrone offered opening the door further in invitation.
Seeing little choice in the matter both of them stepped inside hand in hand together. Sam gasped in pure unadulterated shock at the sight that greeted her while Jake could only stare in astonishment.
Mostly beautiful white women were in the middle of the of the living room dancing exclusively with black men while some white men watched on. What made it so odd wasn't the dancing itself but rather how close and slow the dancing was not to mention the hot kissing some of the women were doing with their black partners.
"What the hell is this?" Jake exclaimed in surprise to his wife, who didn't answer but rather continued to watch the dancing with an almost fixated expression on her pretty face.
"Welcome to the neighborhoods finest mandingo party."
Startled Sam and Jake turned around to regard the tall rather imposing black man.
"So what's a mandingo party?" Sam asked as soon as she was able to get past the lump in her throat.
"It's a place where white women and black men get together to have fun and where the husbands just watch and enjoy." His cold brown eyes seemed to sparkle as he silently took her in.
"Well... We're not interested in this sort of fiasco." Jake broke in not liking at all in the way the black man seemed to leer at his wife and jealous at the way his wife didn't seem at all keen to rebuff his attempts at flirting. "So if you could find someone who knows a where we're headed at we could be on our way."
"Sure not a problem." He replied casting one more leering look at Sam before heading back towards the party.
"I can't believe the nerve of that asshole." Jake whispered harshly to his wife feeling himself starting to sweat as he watched the wives flirting almost shamelessly with the various black men.
"Hey why don't we sit down?" Sam asked feeling a sudden need to cool her husband's raging jealousy off. She didn't want to draw a scene, which they surely would if her husband continued to go on like he had a tendency to do.
Jake and Sam found an empty dining room chair that wasn't occupied. Sam always sensitive to her husbands short comings couldn't help but notice how some of the black guys seemed to be packing what looked like huge cocks. She could feel herself blushing as one black guy walked by his cock in its speedo seemed to bob back and forth threatening to burst out.
Finally after five to ten minutes that felt like an hour the black man strode back to them.
"Sorry no one knows where this location is at." He said casually, "Tell you what though we got a phone you can use in the back if you need."
