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Usha Ramasamy - Dumb but Patriotic Housewife

It was early in the morning, inside a 3-Star Hotel in Delhi, where I was staying alone after attending my Friend’s Wedding and to visit Taj Mahan the next day, inside the Bathroom, as I was peacefully brushing my teeth, wearing only my Brown Colour Panties, admiring my round and firm boobs which nature had blessed me with, I could hear my phone vibrating.  Since I was in the middle of brushing my Teeth and at the same time I was not expecting any important phone call as my Sons were safe in my mom’s house in our native in North Tamil Nadu, I decided to ignore the call and continued brushing my teeth.

After I was done brushing my teeth clean, removing Brown Panties I got naked and went inside the shower.  Inside the shower while I was enjoying my hot shower, I shaved my Pussy clean and also shaved my Armpits clean.  After having a nice and clean shower and making sure I was clean and fresh, I towelled myself and wrapped a White Towel around me and came out of the Shower.

As I began wearing my White Colour Panties over my clean shaved Pussy covering my entire Ass Cheeks, wore my regular White Colour Bra which fitted my Boobs perfectly, and looked at myself in the Mirror, and began admiring myself.  “Bitch, no wonder even in your late 30s and having two Sons already, you are making all the men go crazy.  Wish your husband was alive to enjoy all this Beauty of yours,” I said to myself and began wearing my Red Cotton Petticoat over my White Panties, and wore a Red Blouse over my White Bra, and finally wore a Red Chiffon Saree over my Red Blouse and Red Petticoat, and wearing my light make up I got ready.

I got ready not to go out anywhere, I got ready to make Instagram Reels.  As I took my phone and opened it, there were like 10 Missed Calls, all were from unknown numbers, which I clearly ignored and began making reels in my Red Chiffon Saree.  As I began making Reels after Reels and began taking Photos after Photos in my Red Chiffon Saree and began posting them on Instagram, my Instagram Family began to go crazy, and began flooding with Likes, which gave me all the Positive vibes I wanted.  When then messaging me “navel missing,” with a sad smiley, and many were literally begging me to show my navel in my Red Saree, to brighten all their moods as well, I began adjusting my Saree, pulling my saree along with my Petticoat down, revealing my navel, but not too much, and began sharing the Reels and Photos, revealing my navel casually, they guys began to go crazy and began leaving all dirty comments.

Usually I would read all the Dirty Comments which the guys used to leave, at night, after my Sons went to bed and before I went to bed, as reading their Dirty comments would make me horny and I would touch myself until I have my Orgasm and go to bed peacefully.  But today, they guys began flooding my Comments Section with all Dirty Comments, about my navel, about how they would love to enjoy kissing my navel; about how they would love to fck me in their bed; about how bad they want to remove my Saree and get me naked and make love to me.  Reading all those dirty comments, I started feeling horny and I could feel my White Panties I was wearing underneath my Red Petticoat get wet.  Since I was alone and there was nobody to disturb me, not even my sons, I decided to remove my White Panties and touch myself reading all those dirty comments.

Placing my Phone on the bed, as I got up and began lifting my Red Saree along with my Red Petticoat and grabbed my White Panties and I was about to remove my Panties, my Phone started ringing.  As I picked up my phone and to see who it was, the TruCaller App which I had install to see who was calling me showed that the Call was from the Ministry of Defence, and as I readily answered the Call, “Hello, we are calling from the Indian Army, and I am Major Rakesh Kumar,” as the voice said, I started to get scared for no reason.  

“Hello Sir,” as I answered, a voice began speaking to me in Hindi, and as I politely told him that I don't know Hindi and I was from Tamil Nadu, he started talking to me in English, “Madam, you don’t have to Panic about anything, just relax for a moment,” he said and I sat on the Single Sofa and tried to relax.  “Madam, you are staying in room number 405, am I Right?” as he asked, “yes, Sir,” I answered.  “We have your records with us, and it says your name is Ms. Usha, wife of a Martyr who sacrificed his life for our Country,” as he said, “yes, Sir,” I said.  “Madam, I want you to do one important thing which could save the lives of many Indian Soldiers like your late husband,” as he was saying, “What is it, Sir, please tell me I will do anything to save the lives of our Army Men,” I said immediately.

I come from the family of Army Men, my Grandfather was in the Army, my Dad was in the Army, my Brother in Army and my husband was in the Army and I have been preparing my college going sons to join the Army and serve our Country, and when the Army Officer was telling me about saving the lives of many Army Men like all the men in my Family, without hesitation I agreed.

“Ms. Usha, I want you to listen to this carefully,” as the Army Officer started to say, “okay, Sir,” I began obeying.  “This guy who is staying in the next room i.e. Room No. 404, is a most wanted Pakistani Spy,” as the Army Officer was saying, “he is a Pakistani, Sir?”, as I asked, “Ms. Usha, do not interrupt me in the middle,” as the Army Officer said in a commanding tone, “sorry, Sir,” as I said, “again you are interrupting me.  Are you dumb or something, Ms. Usha?,” as the Army Officer asked, it began reminding me of my friends calling me dumb, my parents calling me dumb, my husband calling me dumb, even my sons calling me dumb, but am I really dumb? I don’t know, but I have this quality in me, I don’t know if it is good or bad, I trust everyone, but they take advantage of my trust and easily cheat me.  Is trusting them my fault and trusting them would make me dumb? Or breaking the trust I had for them and cheating me makes them smart? To me I am a good person at heart and a responsible mom, and a responsible Citizen of India.

“Ms. Usha, are you there?” as the Army Officer asked, “yes, Sir,” I said.  “Ms. Usha, as I was saying, in the next room i.e. there is a Pakistani Spy, and he has collected all our Army Secrets, we have to arrest him alive.  We have to arrest him alive only then we can arrest all the terrorists in his Network.

Ms Usha, you don’t have to Panic, this Hotel is in the Army’s Control now, and our men have have already in the Hotel in Waiter Uniforms and Housekeeping Uniform and Receptionist Uniforms and we have arrested all his Friends in and around the building, and they have tipped us that this guy is heading the Operation along with another Guy, and we have to arrest him alive and only then we can arrest his partner, and  before arresting him we have to recover all the Laptops and Cellphones in his Room along with the Files which has our Army Secrets.

If we try to break open his door, he will contact his Partner and share all the information with him and destroy all his Laptops and Cellphones and jump off the Building and kill himself.  We don’t want him to jump off the Building and kill himself, do we?” as the Army Officer asked, “no, Sir,” I said.

“Usha, the Army Secrets this guy has, contains all the sites and routes of those sites and routes where our Army Jawans are stationed, and this information goes out, our Enemies, with the help of the Terrorists, Bomb them and kill Hundreds of our Indian Soldiers and make their wives widows and their children fatherless,” as the Army Officer was saying, I started to feel emotional because I knew how painful it is losing a husband and childrens losing their fathers, “Sir, we have to Stop Him, at any cost,” I said in an emotional tone. 

“That’s the spirit, Ms Usha.  You are the right person to help us Catch him alive, Usha.  All you have to do his, seduce him and keep him busy with you for 1 hour in your room, while our men will enter his room and seize all our Army Secrets along with his Laptops and Cellphones,” the Army Officer said.   “Sir, how can I seduce him?,” even before I could end the sentence, “I know your concern.  I know you are from a well respected family and don’t know how to seduce him, but you have to do this in order to save the lives of hundreds of our Soldiers.  You know what is the good advantage we have?” as he asked, “what Sir,?” as I asked, “some of our men were following the guy since yesterday, and noticed that he has been following you since yesterday and has been ogling at you and lusting for you, and with that being said, seducing him should be easy for you,” as the Army Officer saying that’s when it began reminding me of a guy at the Reception, who was Dark-skinned and at the same time ugly to the core, trying to talk to me in Tamil knowing that I was from Tamil Nadu, and tried to introduce himself to me saying that he was from Tamil Nadu as well.  Since the guy was shamelessly Ogling at me from head to toe, and following me and ogling at my Ass in my Saree, everywhere I went, but the doubt I had in my mind was, how can a guy from Tamil Nadu be a Pakistani Spy?

“Who knows how our Enemies work, if I was that smart I would have been in the Intelligence not a dumb Housewife,” as I was telling myself, “Ms. Usha, here is the plan.  I want you to go knock on his room door and invite him to your room, and seduce him up nicely and keep him busy with you for 1 hour, and every 15 minutes in that one hour you have to go to the Bathroom and call me to this number and update me about the situation,” the Army Officer said.  “Sure, Sir,” I said.  “Ms Usha, don’t pant at all, because I am 100 percent sure that even before you seduce him he would get seduced,” as the Army Officer said, I started gathering courage.  “Sure, Sir,” as I said, “In 2 minutes you have to get out of your room and knock on his room Door,” as the Army Officer said in a commanding tone, “okay Sir,” I exclaimed.  “Before that I want to know what you are wearing,” as the Army Officer said, “Saree Sir,” I answered.  “What do you mean “Saree Sir?” Tell me in detail.  What colour Saree are you wearing?” he asked.  “Red Colour Saree, Sir,” I said.  “What Colour Blouse are you wearing?” he asked, “Red Colour Blouse, Sir,” I said.  “Ms Usha, don’t give me these one line answers, tell me all the things you are wearing, in detail,” he said in a commanding tone and before even I could answer, “what Colour Petticoat are you wearing?” he asked, “Red Sir,” I said.  “Wearing your Bra or anything inside your Blouse?”, as the Army Officer asked, this time his voice began to go soft, but ignoring his sudden politeness, “yeah, Sir,” I replied.  “And the colour of your Bra you are wearing underneath your Red Blouse?” as he asked softly, “White Sir,” I replied.  “Are you wearing any Panties now?” as the Army Officer asked softly, “yeah, Sir,” I answered.  “And what colour Panties are you wearing underneath your Red Petticoat, Usha?,” as he asked, for a moment as I began to suspect why he was asking, but assuming that he must be asking to know completely about me, “I am wearing my White Panties, Sir,” I said.  “Good, Usha.  The reason I asked you about your Bra and Panties you are wearing right now is to check if you are ready to obey me and answer me immediately whatever I ask for.  You did, and it shows your commitment to save the lives of our Soldiers whom this B@stard has come to kill.  I am proud of you already, and you are a true daughter of Bharat Matha,” as the Army Officer was saying, I started feeling goosebumps, and started feeling proud that I was getting appreciated by the Army Officer at the same time I was feel proud that I was going to save lives of many of our Soldiers.  “Let's do this for our Country, Usha, Jai Hind,” as the Army Officer exclaimed in a commanding tone, “Jai Hind, Sir,” I said.  “Usha, remember to call me every 15 minutes, it's very important for me, set the alarms on your phone, now,” as the Army Officer said, “okay, Sir,” as I said, he hung up on the call.

Though I was ready to do anything for the Country and got up, something was making me feel nervous.  Telling myself that the entire building is under our Army’s control and all our men are in Room Service Uniforms, Receptionist Uniforms, and Housekeeping Uniforms, I gathered myself up, set alarms for every 15 minutes and went out and locked my Room Door and knocked on that Guy's room door.

“Coming…” came the voice for the more than 5 minutes he did not open the door, and though I patiently waited, deep inside I was scared, “why is he taking so much time, is he hiding all the weapons underneath or something?” “What if he has a Gun and takes me as a Hostage?”, as all sorts of things began going on in my head, the same Dark Skinned and ugly to the core man, must be in his late 30s, who was shamelessly ogling at me yesterday and trying to talk to me, opened the door.  The moment he saw me, his eyes brightened, “oh my God, Madam, it's you. Can’t believe you are at my Door!” as he exclaimed, he began shamelessly ogling at my lips, and I could feel him go crazy getting a darshan of my navel in my Red Saree, and looking back at my lips.  “I am sorry to disturb you, I am staying in this room, and I can’t open the door.  Could you help me with that?,” as I was saying, “Sure,” he said and took the keys from me and while taking the keys from my hand, he touched hand briefly and took the keys from me and immediately I could understand that he had fallen for me already.