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Date: 02 .01. 2025
Title: Usha Ramasamy - A Dumb but Patriotic Housewife
Word Count: 10,426
Author: Novelist Casanova
Synopsis:
A Dumb but Patriotic Housewife gets tricked and enjoyed by a Fake Army Officer.
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 School 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.
“The Army Officer was right, it's easy to seduce this guy,” as I was telling myself, he opened my room and gave the keys to me, and as I touched his hand while collecting the keys, and said “thank you so much,” without taking my hand off his hand, he started to feel weak and horny, which I could clearly feel.
For a moment I could not believe that this B@stard was a scary Pakistani Spy, and at the same time I started losing all the nervousness I had and began to feel comfortable seducing him. “You are Welcome,” as he exclaimed, “why don’t you come inside and we will have some Drinks or maybe a Coffee or Tea?” as I invited him inside, he looked around, “Madam, I have some important work now, shall we meet after 1 hour?,” as he almost begged me, I could clearly understand how desperate he was to join me but at the same time I could clearly understand how important this 1 hour was for him, and in this crucial 1 hour he could easily plot to help our enemies kill our Soldiers. “Just a Coffee, and then you can leave,” as I said softly, “I would love to join you, but I can’t, Madam, I have an important work now, can I join you after 1 hour, maybe I can take you out for Lunch,” he said, and from this tone I could clearly say that he was desperate to go back to his room and continue plot to kill our Soldiers. “In 1 hour I will be going back to Tamil Nadu, and I am afraid I won’t be able to see you again,” as I said, he began to think, “I can’t meet you in Tamil Nadu, I will be leaving this country forever..,” as he was saying, he paused his sentence and looked at me, suspicious that I found out that he will be leaving India after plotting to kill our Soldiers, but began to act innocent. “See, you will be leaving this country and I will be going back to Tamil Nadu, and we will never get to know each other again,” as I was saying, my phone alarm began to ring, “15 minutes already? I should call the Army Officer,” telling myself, and looking at the guy, “just 2 minutes, please don’t go anywhere,” as I said and tried to enter inside, he tried to get inside his room, but I quickly grabbed his right hand with my left hand and almost pulled him inside my Room, so that he doesn’t go back to his room.
“Just give me 2 minutes, please,” as I was saying and turning around and locking the door, “I will go to my room and be back in 2 minutes,” at same time he was saying and was about to go out, I accidentally ran into him and my boobs in my Red Chiffon Saree hit against his chest and my arms automatically began wrapping him around his neck. “Sorry,” as I exclaimed and about to take a step back, “no, it's okay,” he whispered and began hugging me back. “Just 2 minutes, I will be back,” as I said and about to break the hug to get inside the Bathroom and call the Army Officer, “in 2 minutes, I will come back as well,” as he exclaimed and about to break the hug and leave, “why are you in a hurry to leave?” as I exclaimed and began taking him into my complete embrace, to stop him from leaving, , “you don’t like me?” as I whispered near his left ear, he readily began taking me back into his complete embrace, crushing my boobs in my Saree against his chest. "Who said I don’t like you?” as he whispered and began taking his hands down and began placing then over my Ass Cheeks over my Red Saree, for a moment I could not believe that I was letting an Ugly man, whom I could treat like some garbage in real life, hug me, take me into his complete embrace, and place his hands on my Ass Cheeks over my Saree, but quickly realising that I was doing this for our Country, I decided to tolerate this guy and let him hug me and take me into his complete embrace and place his hands on my Ass Cheeks over my Red Chiffon Saree. “If you like me so much, why do you want to leave?” as I asked, looking him into his eyes, “I will stay for you, okay?” as he whispered and began grabbing my Ass Cheeks over my Saree and began feeling up my Ass Cheeks nicely, and tried to kiss my lips, I so badly wanted to push him off, but if I did that he would go straight back to his room and plot to kill our Soldiers, and at the same time my body began to react to his touches, and since it has been years since I had my last sex, this guy grabbing my Ass Cheeks over my Saree, began turning me on. “My God, why are you testing me like this?!,” as I began telling myself, at the same time realising that what I was doing was a Citizen’s duty, I tried to tolerate this guy.
Grabbing my Ass Cheeks over my Red Chiffon Saree, as he tried to kiss my lips, shamelessly my horny body which has not had Sex since many years, began to react, and totally ignoring his bad breath and his crooked and yellow teeth, began to get ready to kiss his lips. I was so horny and turned on that, I even opened my lips to kiss his lips and taste his lips. Somehow managing to control myself, I moved my lips aside, but he readily began taking me into his complete embrace.
“Ever since I saw you, I knew there was something between us, look how the destiny has made us stay in rooms adjacent to each other,” as he whispered, roaming his hands all over my back, feeling up my Bra over my Red Blouse, without my control my body began to react and for a brief moment I began enjoying myself and began closing my eyes and began hugging him back tight, crushing my Boobs in my Blouse against his Chest, and taking him back into my complete embrace. “Density made us not only stay in the rooms next to each other, but also brought us this close, and we are hugging each other. That’s density.
Never in my wildest dream I would have imagined a a Beauty like you take me inside her room and hugging me like this, and I am loving every bit of this moment,” as he whispered and began kissing my cheek and neck nicely, my horny body began to react, my nipples began to get hard and sensitive and as he began grabbing my waist and began kissing me all over my chin and cheeks dangerously close to my lips, “my god, help me control myself,” no matter how much I prayed, the god was not coming to my rescue and the moment he began rubbing his rough hands all over my waist and began grabbing my waist and began kissing my lips, my lips, which has never kiss a man’s lips since years, began to react, and I began closing my eyes and began opening my lips and began sucking and tasting his lips, totally ignoring his bad breath, yellow and crooked teeth, and began kissing his lips back passionately.
And as I was about to surrender to him, my phone alarm began to ring, quickly snapping out of my horniness partitally, enough to gather myself up and break the hug and pick up my phone. Wiping his saliva off my lips with my left shoulders over my Red Blouse, as I looked at the phone, and about to cancel the Alarm, “it's just the alarm,” as he exclaimed and pulled my phone from my hand and threw it on the bed, “please give just 2 minutes, I will be right back,” as I almost begged him and knelt on the bed to reached for my phone, “2 minutes for what?” as he asked and grabbed my left Ass Cheeks over my Red Chiffon Saree, four of his fingers went right between my Ass Crack nudge my Pussy over my Saree, and “oooooh,” as I quivered and knelt on my knees on the bed with my phone on my hand, my Ass Cheeks squeezed his fingers making my Red Saree and Red Petticoat getting wedged between my Ass Crack along with my Panties I was wearing underneath.
Pulling his right hand off my Ass Crack over my Red Chiffon Saree, as I got off the Bed, “just give me 2 minutes, please,” as I literally begged him this time, pulling my Panties, Petticoat, and Saree tucked between my Ass Crack, “okay, meanwhile I will go to my Room and come back,” as he said, “no, I want you to be here, please,” I begged, because I don’t want him to leave and plot against our Soldiers and kill them.
“You want me to wait for you for 2 minutes?” as he exclaimed and came towards me, and held my face, “yeah, please,” as I exclaimed, “a kiss,” as he whispered and began pulling my face close to him, “okay,” I whispered and offered my lips to him. As he began kissing my lips, sucking my lips, wetting my entire lips and wetting my entire area in and around my mouth, “just 2 minutes, I will be right back, okay?” as I exclaimed, breaking the kiss, “in 1 minute I will go to my room and come back,” as he exclaimed, I began to lose my temper, because I am 28, and till now I have never begged anyone for anything but I was shamelessly begging this guy, which is not my character; what’s worse, my husband in our 5 years of married life, never kissed me so much as this guy kissed me, and I have never kissed anyone this much, not even my husband, and this was so unlike me.
“By the time you come back, I will go to the room and come back,” as he said, taking his hands off my face, controlling my temper, “please don’t go, I will right back,” as I begged him again, looking at me from head to toe, and turning me around and looking at my Ass in my Saree, “okay, I will no go…” as he was saying, “oh thank you so much,” as I began to exclaim, “wait.. Let me finish the sentence.. Why are you in a hurry? Are you going to call someone and tell them that you are with me?” as he asked, I began to get nervous. “No, I am just going to pee,” as I said out of nervousness, “go pee and come back, but before you come back, I have a small work in my room and I will be right back,” as he exclaimed, “I don’t want you to leave, I want you to be with me,” as I began saying in a nervous tone, “hey Relax,” he whispered and took a step toward me.
Holding my face, “hey, you don’t want me to leave, do you?” as he whispered, looking me into my eyes, “yeah,” I said nervously. “You like me so much?” as he asked, “yeah,” I said nervously. “You love me?,” as he whispered bringing his face close to my lips, “yeah,” as I said nervously, “kiss me and tell me how much you love me,” as he whispered, out of nervously not to get caught, I closed my eyes and began kissing his lips. As he began kissing my lips, the moment he began inserting his hands underneath my Red Chiffon Saree Pallu and began grabbing my Boobs over my Red Blouse, “mmm,” I moaned softly and broke the hug. “I will be back in a moment. Don’t go to your room, okay?” as I whispered and took his hands off my Boobs over my Red Blouse and tried to go the Bathroom, “if you want me to stay, you must promise me that after you come back you will remove your Saree, Blouse, and Petticoat for me, I want you see you in your Bra and Panties,” he exclaimed.
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