A successful rancher died and left everything to his  devoted  wife.
She   was a very good-looking woman and

determined to keep the ranch, but knew very little about ranching, so she decided to place an ad in the newspaper for a ranch hand. 
Two cowboys applied for the job. One was gay  and the other a drunk. 
She thought long and hard about it,

and when no one else applied she decided to hire the gay guy, figuring it would  be better to have him around the house than the  drunk. 
He proved to be a hard worker who put in long hours every day and knew a lot about ranching. 
For weeks, the two of them worked, and the  ranch was doing very well. 
Then one day, the rancher’s widow said to the hired  hand,

"You  have done a really good job, and the ranch looks great. You  should go into town and kick up your heels." The hired hand readily agreed and went into town one Saturday night. 
One o’clock came, however, and he didn’t return. 
Two o’clock and no hired  hand. 
Finally he returned a round two-thirty, and upon entering the room, he found the rancher’s widow sitting by the fireplace with a glass of wine, waiting for  him. 
She quietly called him over to  her.. 
"Unbutton my blouse and take it off," she  said. 
Trembling, he did as she directed. "Now take off my   boots." 
He did as she asked, ever so slowly.. "Now take off my tights." 
He removed each gently and placed them neatly by her boots. 
"Now take off my skirt." 
He slowly unbuttoned it, constantly watching her eyes in the fire light. 
"Now take off my bra.." Again, with trembling hands, he did as he was told and dropped it to the  floor. 
Then she looked at him and said, "If you ever wear my clothes into town again, you’re fired."

(P.S.   – I didn’t see it coming, either)