Wife’s extramarital affair with the college student upstairs

Olive’s car returned to the apartment complex at midnight. The passenger door opened and the guy I’d seen in the elevator that morning stepped out.

Olive extended her arms and gently wrapped them around his neck, tilting her face up to say something to him.

Suddenly, he pulled her tightly into his embrace, his hand cradling the back of her head. They leaned against the car door, kissing for a while before he lifted her effortlessly and carried her into the building.

I stood quietly in place, my heart feeling as though a hand was tightly gripping it, making it hard to breathe.

I opened the car door. Everything inside was impeccably normal. I found the recording pen I had hidden earlier that afternoon and pressed the play button.

Olive had called the guy after finishing work, asking him to wait at the school gate.

When he got into the car, she asked, “What do you want to eat later?”

His voice was clean as he replied, “I want to eat you.”

“I focus on driving; stop messing around.”

“Olive, I wore the underwear you gave me today. Do you want to see?”

Olive sounded a bit exasperated. “I’m driving!”

“Then just find a place to stop for a moment. Olive, I’ve been thinking about you all day.”

Olive didn’t reply.

Before long, the car came to a halt. Their voices, thick with desire, began to intertwine.

The guy mumbled, “I’m sorry, Olive. I promise I won’t show up in front of your husband again. You can’t ignore me from now on.”