Who Did It?

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Caution: This Mystery Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa, Cheating, Interracial, .

Desc: Mystery Sex Story: Who was murdered and why? A sexual theme but not a lot of sex happening.



Not a lot of sex but I hope you enjoy the story. A big thank you to LadyCibelle and Techsan for editing my story.

I'm not sure where to begin. I'm a CSI agent and thought I'd tell you about one of my cases. For those who don't know; CSI stands for Crime Scene Investigations. Our agents are usually the second people on the scene. We're right after the police or sheriffs department finish their initial walk through. It's our turn to start taking in the evidence to help in anyway we can. We try to prove innocence or guilt on the evidence.

I'm Jim Lee and I usually team up with Bobbie. Her name is Roberta but she prefers to be called Bobbie by her co-workers. She is one nice looking woman, but when it comes to work, she's all business.

We were at the office when a call came in. Two people were shot to death in a motel room. The suspect was found at the scene with gun in hand. Bobbie and I headed over to the motel. This looked like one of the easier cases. It's not every day the suspect is standing there holding the murder weapon when police arrive.

When we got there, we talked to the lead officer. He told us that they got a call of a shooting. When they arrived they went into the room. The door was unlocked and slightly opened. On the bed was a white woman with a black man on top of her. They were having sex and in fact, he was still in her. He was still lying on top of her, both dead. Two bullet holes, one in his neck and the other in the back of his head. The woman lay beneath him with two bullet holes in her face also. Apparently there were three shots fired and the bullet that went through the male victim's neck went clear through him and into her chin area.

The officer also told us that the suspected shooter was standing there with the gun in his hand and dropped it when they entered the room. He looked at the officers and said he didn't do it. He wouldn't say anything else. He was in shock or bewildered. Of course they did their usual cuffing and read him his rights. He refused to talk.

As we were talking, another officer was bringing the suspect out of the room in cuffs. I looked up and saw that it was a friend of mine, Mark. His shirt was covered in blood. He saw me and said, "Jim, I didn't do it. I didn't do it."

My stomach dropped. We went to high school together. I knew his wife Susan was on the wild side and the last time I saw Mark he told me it looked like he was headed for divorce court if he didn't kill her first. He didn't have to worry about a divorce now.

The cards looked pretty stacked against him. Maybe he was crazy and his mind blanked out, I don't know, but the evidence would hopefully tell us the truth. Him at the scene, gun in hand, bloody clothes, his wife in bed with a black man. Boy, how could he deny all that! Maybe he was thinking of going for an insanity defense.

Bobbie and I started in on our task of gathering information. Quickly but thoroughly, we went over the two dead bodies on the bed. An ambulance was there to take them away as soon as we were finished with them. The man was indeed still inside of Susan, and it looked like he climaxed as he was shot. You always read stories about it but very rarely ever see it. She wasn't quite so lucky. Her face, what was left of it, showed total horror. The police were right. The first shot went through the man's neck and into her lower face around her chin. It looked like a second shot was fired into the back of the man's head and was still lodged in his skull. A third shot was fired into the forehead of Susan.

We finished gathering evidence and went outside to look around. We followed procedure and looked for witnesses and tire tracks and whatever else we could find. While we were inside we found a camera on the floor at the end of the bed and took it with us also. Mark's car was there and we had it towed to our garage. We called the jail and told them we wanted all of Mark's clothes to check for residue from the gunfire. Three shots at close range should leave some residue.

I got a call from the lead officer who said that Mark kept saying he didn't do it and that I was the only one he would tell his story to. Man, I didn't want to get involved in this mess. All the evidence was pointing at Mark, an old friend. What the hell was I supposed to do?

I agreed to listen to his story. I did tell him that his whole testimony would be taped. I was still obligated to do my job correctly. I also told him that I always go by the evidence and right now it was getting overwhelming against him but that I still keep an open mind till all the evidence is in. I also told him that if or when it goes to trial that I would have to testify as to the evidence. It would include everything he told me now also. I asked him if he still wanted me to hear his story.

He said, "Yes, Jim, I trust you to do the right thing," and began telling his story.

I turned on the recorder and sat back and listened.


Mark's story:

I didn't know what to do. I caught Susan cheating over and over and was now trying to figure out how to respond. We haven't been getting along for quite a while. We were married five years before the problems began. We had two kids, Mark Jr. and Kayla.

As you know, Jim, Susan and I got married fresh out of high school. I started work in one of the local factories and she works for her dad in an insurance agency. Her dad is wealthy but not to the rich standpoint. He's well known in our area and pulls a lot of weight. He didn't mind Susan and I dating in high school because I was the popular high school jock and of course he told everyone that I was dating his daughter.

As luck would have it, I broke my leg in the last football game my senior year. Any chance of a scholarship was gone. I wasn't that smart for any academic type scholarships so college was out of the question. My parents wanted to try and fund my education but I told them not to waste their money. I really didn't know what I wanted to do anyway. After graduation and my leg healed, my dad got me on at the factory. It was hard work but paid well. I did my best since my dad got me the position. He passed on just last year. I really miss him. He was too nice and too young a man to die so early in life.

Of course after Susan's dad found out I wasn't furthering my education he told Susan that he didn't want her dating me - until she turned up pregnant. He was pissed. There wasn't much he could do about it. Susan and I got married before she started showing very much. Her dad wanted her in a white dress. Of course once the baby was born everyone figured it out. Either the baby was three months premature or Susan was pregnant before she got married. Big fucking deal; it happens a lot.

We were happy and got a small place and settled down. Of course Susan's dad and I never got along. I wasn't good enough for his precious little girl. We went on and life seemed good. We had our arguments like all couples but her parents were always interfering.

She said she wanted to work instead of staying home with the kids. She started working for her dad as a secretary for his agency. My mom babysat the kids. Susan hadn't worked for three months before our love life took a hell of a dip. She was always too tired or not feeling well.

One morning she was getting dressed and was putting on a somewhat short skirt. She wasn't wearing any underwear.

"What the hell is going on? Now you don't wear panties?" I asked.

She didn't look disturbed at all. "No, I stopped wearing them six months ago. For some reason I kept getting a yeast infection about every three months and when I went to the doctor, she told me to go sans panties. Since I've done that I haven't had a yeast infection."

"What about periods and times like that?"

"Of course I have to wear them then, but I wear a pad and then it's only for a week. What do you think I do; show my ass to the world? Most of the women I know don't wear panties unless they have to."

I didn't know what to think. I always thought most women wore panties. It's not like I check every woman's ass out looking for a panty line. I knew I would from now on.

Our sex life didn't improve and all I could picture was my wife running around showing everyone her ass. I did talk to a couple of women that I was friends with and asked them if they wore panties. They laughed at me until I told them I was serious.

"Well, Mark, to be honest with you I both do and don't. When I wear shorts or pants I usually don't wear them. If I wear a skirt or dress, yes, I definitely do. I know guys are going to try and look up my skirt and I guess I don't always sit ladylike."

Carol was probably my best female friend. If I hadn't been married, I know I would have liked to date her. She was always nice and friendly. She was one of the few women I could talk to about my problems.

"Thanks, Carol, I appreciate your honesty, and yes, I try and look up your skirt too. You have blue panties on today," I laughed.

Guys do that; I don't know any that don't. Maybe all guys are pigs, but a girl in a short skirt or dress will always get my attention. So what about Susan? I wonder if she told me the whole truth.

I'm always reading these stories about cheating wives. It's seems to me that working women are at a greater risk of having an affair. Granted, stay at home moms can cheat to, but working women will get hit on daily. They would seem to need to be stronger in their marriages to fight the onslaught of being pursued. If women also went without panties and men noticed, wouldn't they get hit on more often?

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