Adultery Transformation of a homely girl

[Sarran Raj]

Woww, that was good update. She is now guilt free. Soon, john will fuck her in the studio during day time and make her slave to his monster dick. He will take videos and then make a good money out of it. She will forget her husband and start to live with john. John has succeeded bring the bitch out of her slowly. only few more steps needed to shove his dick to her nearly virgin pussy.

[Joseph Rayman]

Awesome friend, Make her a whore and her husband as fool.

[Mookuthee]

So Good

[Thangaraasu]

Nice one

[PriyankaJanu]

Great @Sivakumar_naughtyboy what a execution kindly ? provide regular updates. If you reply to this message I will be more ?

[Givemeextra]

Very nice update. Liberation, Freedom, independent are the trap words for bed these women.

Hundred percent true.     

Right set  of words capturing the essence of this story AND in real life.

[Prabhas Rasigan]

Wonderful update

[Losliyafan]

Hope John impregnate chitra finally after using her for his business benefits and also make suresh as cuck.

[Arul Pragasam]

Super bro

[Sivakumar_naughtyboy]

Over the next few weeks, Chitra’s life took on a rhythm she had never anticipated. The days seemed to revolve around her modeling assignments with John, each shoot pushing her further out of her comfort zone. Initially, she had felt nervous and self-conscious, but with every session, she began to shed the layers of her hesitation.

John was always there, guiding her with an encouraging smile, correcting her poses, and helping her see herself in a light she had never imagined. His compliments, though casual, had a way of lingering in her mind. Words like "You’re a natural," and "The camera loves you" replayed in her thoughts long after the shoots had ended.

The photoshoots themselves had evolved. What started with traditional outfits slowly transitioned to more glamorous and experimental styles. Chitra found herself in elegant gowns, sleek modern dresses, and even bold fusion attire. She was discovering a version of herself that she didn’t know existed—confident, graceful, and alluring. John, with his easy charm and reassuring demeanor, had become more than just her mentor; he had become a friend she trusted deeply.

At home, Suresh noticed the changes in her demeanor. She seemed more lively, more vibrant, and often lost in thought. When he asked about her day, she would smile and give vague answers about the workload, carefully leaving out the details of her growing closeness with John. She justified it to herself, thinking it was all professional, that John’s support was simply part of her new career.

















But behind the scenes, her bond with John had started to deepen in subtle yet undeniable ways. During the shoots, he would casually place a hand on her back to adjust her posture or gently lift her chin to perfect her angle. At first, these touches felt intrusive, even awkward, but over time, they became a natural part of their interactions. John had a way of making everything seem effortless, and soon, Chitra found herself not just accepting his closeness but looking forward to it.

Their conversations had also taken on a more personal tone. They talked about her dreams, her fears, and her insecurities, and John always knew the right thing to say. He was attentive, understanding, and always made her feel like she mattered. She didn’t realize it at first, but her thoughts increasingly drifted to him, even when she was at home with Suresh.

This newfound dynamic reached a turning point one evening after a particularly demanding photoshoot. It had been an exhausting day, and yet, it felt like something significant was brewing between them—something that neither of them could quite put into words.

Once The day had been long, and the studio lights had drained Chitra’s energy. The shoot had been particularly intense, with outfit changes, multiple poses, and constant direction from John. As the session finally wrapped up, Chitra felt a mix of exhaustion and accomplishment. She couldn’t deny the sense of pride she had in what she had achieved, but her body ached from hours of standing, moving, and posing.

As they walked out of the studio and toward the car, the cool evening air felt like a relief against her heated skin. The sun had set, casting a soft orange glow over the street, but the world felt quieter than usual, almost intimate. John, sensing her fatigue, walked beside her, his usual easy confidence slightly tempered by a quiet, unspoken understanding.

“You were incredible today,” he said, his voice softer than usual, laced with a hint of admiration.

Chitra gave a tired smile. “It was a long shoot, but I’m glad it went well.”

John nodded, his gaze lingering on her a moment longer than usual. There was something different in his eyes—a kind of quiet intensity that she hadn’t noticed before. He slowed his pace, and she did the same, unaware that they had come to a stop near the door of her car.

Before she could react, John stepped closer to her. The space between them was suddenly smaller, and the familiar, reassuring distance felt absent. She felt his hand gently rest on her shoulder, a tender, almost protective gesture, but there was something else in the way he touched her—it wasn’t purely friendly anymore. His fingers lingered for a moment too long, making her heart beat faster.

Then, without warning, he wrapped his arms around her in a hug.


At first, Chitra stood frozen, unsure of how to respond. The warmth of his embrace, the strength in his arms, made her feel both comforted and strangely vulnerable. It was different from the casual hugs they had exchanged in the past—this one was deeper, more personal.

For a moment, she allowed herself to relax into it, feeling the gentle rise and fall of his chest. But as the hug stretched on, she became aware of the closeness, the heat that radiated between them. Her body stiffened as she realized that something was happening, something she wasn’t sure she was ready for.

John’s lips brushed against her ear as he whispered, “You’ve really come a long way, Chitra. I’m proud of you.”

His words were laced with a sincerity that almost made her forget the discomfort she was feeling. But as he pulled away slightly, she felt his lips move closer to her cheek, as if he was about to kiss her.

In a split second, she turned her head, and his lips grazed the side of her mouth. It wasn’t a kiss—at least, not the way she understood kisses. But it was enough to send a jolt through her system, and she pulled back instinctively, her eyes wide with shock.



John immediately stepped back, raising his hands in a gesture of apology. His usual easygoing smile returned, though there was a hint of something else in his expression—something like amusement, mixed with just a touch of concern.

“Sorry, Chitra,” he said softly, his voice light and unbothered. “Just got caught up in the moment. You’ve been incredible today.”

Chitra’s heart was racing, and she felt a blush creeping up her neck. She tried to smile, but her lips felt dry, and her mind was swirling. She didn’t know how to respond. The awkwardness between them hung in the air, but John, sensing her unease, quickly shifted the conversation.

“Anyway, I’ll see you tomorrow. Get some rest, okay? You deserve it.”

Chitra nodded, still caught in the aftermath of what had just happened. As she got into the car, she could feel the lingering warmth of his touch on her shoulder. The drive home was a blur, and when she got to her apartment, she couldn’t shake the images of John holding her, of his lips so close to hers.

That night, as she lay in bed, she replayed the entire scene in her mind over and over again. His touch, his scent, the way his arms had felt around her—it was all so new, and yet, somehow, familiar. The discomfort was still there, but it was mixed with something else, something she hadn’t expected: a small, thrilling sense of desire.

She tried to ignore it, to convince herself it was nothing, just a moment of closeness. But the more she thought about it, the more she realized she wasn’t entirely upset by it. There was something about John, something magnetic, that made her feel seen, important. The thought of his arms around her, the warmth of his body against hers, left her with a strange longing she didn’t know how to name.

By the time she drifted off to sleep, her thoughts were filled with him. And despite herself, she couldn’t help but smile.

he next morning, Chitra woke up with a strange mix of emotions swirling inside her. She couldn’t stop thinking about the previous evening—the way John had held her, his words of encouragement, and that fleeting moment when their faces had been so close. It felt like a forbidden memory, but one that brought a small, involuntary smile to her face. She shook the thought away and focused on her routine, but a faint anticipation lingered as she prepared for the day’s shoot.

When she arrived at the studio, John greeted her warmly, his demeanor as relaxed and confident as ever. There was no mention of the previous night, no indication that anything unusual had occurred. His professionalism put her at ease, though she couldn’t ignore the way his hand briefly touched her back as he guided her toward the set.

“You’re glowing today,” John remarked as she settled into her first pose.

Chitra’s cheeks flushed. “Must be the makeup,” she replied, brushing off the compliment, though her heart skipped a beat.

Throughout the session, John’s presence felt different—more attentive, more involved. He adjusted her poses with a careful touch, his hands lingering a fraction longer than necessary. It wasn’t overt, but it was enough to make her hyper-aware of his closeness. Yet, she didn’t pull away or feel uneasy. Instead, she found herself leaning into his guidance, trusting him completely.

By the end of the day, as she packed her things, John approached her with his usual easy smile. “Another great session,” he said, opening his arms for a hug.

Chitra hesitated for only a moment before stepping into the embrace. It felt natural now, almost expected. His arms around her were strong and reassuring, and she found herself relaxing into the warmth.

“Thank you,” she murmured, her voice barely audible.

For the first time, she hugged him back—not out of obligation, but out of genuine gratitude. John pulled away just enough to look into her eyes, his expression kind and encouraging. “You’re doing amazing, Chitra. You should be proud of yourself.”



Over the next few weeks, subtle changes began to appear in Chitra’s demeanor. At home, she found herself experimenting with her wardrobe, choosing outfits that were a little more modern, a little bolder. She didn’t know why, but she liked how they made her feel—confident, empowered, and slightly daring.

Suresh noticed the changes but didn’t comment, assuming they were part of her new job. Chitra, for her part, felt a growing sense of independence. She started spending more time on her appearance, enjoying the newfound attention from people she encountered, whether at the market or in the neighborhood.

At the studio, the dynamic between Chitra and John continued to evolve. Their interactions became more casual, filled with inside jokes and shared smiles. The hugs became a routine—something she began to look forward to at the end of every shoot. They lingered longer, felt more intimate, and Chitra noticed how she would instinctively reach out for them, even before John offered.

One afternoon, as they reviewed the photos from a recent shoot, John leaned closer, his shoulder brushing against hers. “Look at this one,” he said, pointing to an image where her pose exuded confidence and poise.

Chitra beamed. “I can’t believe that’s me.”

“That’s the real you,” John replied, his voice low and sincere. “You’re finally starting to see it.”

His words stayed with her, feeding a part of her that she hadn’t realized was hungry. She began to crave his approval, his attention, and the way he made her feel like she was more than just a wife and a homemaker.

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Over the weeks, Chitra noticed subtle shifts in herself. At home, she began experimenting with her wardrobe, opting for brighter colors and more fitted styles that reflected the confidence she felt in the studio. She started standing taller, speaking with more conviction, and engaging more boldly with those around her.

Even Suresh noticed. "You’ve changed," he remarked one evening, a trace of confusion in his tone.

"Maybe I’m just finding myself," Chitra replied, surprising even herself with the honesty of her response.

TBD.......

[Vinty03]

Nice update...

[Ragasiyananban]

Now suresh is seeing the wife as new chandramuki. He will now know that another man has taken into his shoes and she is no more his wife. insecurity will take over and resulting in fights and finally separation.

[PriyankaJanu]

Nice great update

[Vinty03]

Whn to expect next update?

[Gopal Ratnam]

As suresh is not appreciating her beauty and not touching her fucking her daily, there is no doubt she fell for john so easily.

[Shriya George]

Interesting updates

[Santhosh Stanley]

The hot moves of john has just started and now he will make her feel alive more with his actions in bed.

[Chitrarassu]

Suresh is a useless wimp

[NityaSakti]

John should use chitra for his business benefits by making her open legs to his clients.

[Raja Velumani]

Transformation is good