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Farmers Wife

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  • 23-06-2000 6:46am
    #1
    Monty - the one and only
    Registered Users Posts: 3,274 ✭✭✭


    There once was a successful rancher who died and left everything to
    his devoted wife. She was determined to keep the ranch and make a go of
    it, but she knew very little about ranching, so she decided to place an ad in
    the newspaper for ranch hands. Two men 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 safer to have him
    around the house than the drunk. He turned out to be a fantastic worker,
    worked long hard hours every day and knew a lot about ranching. For weeks
    the two of them worked, and the ranch was doing really well. Then one day the
    rancher's wife said to the hired hand, "You have done a really good
    job and we've both done nothing but work for weeks. The ranch looks great,
    and I'm taking Saturday night off and going into town to kick up my heels and
    paint the town red, and I think you should do the same."
    The hired hand agreed readily, and Saturday night each went to town.
    The rancher's wife had dinner and drinks with friends, and talked and
    joked and danced, and had a great time, getting home about midnight. The hired
    hand wasn't home yet, and she was excited from her evening because she had
    been so lonely, so she decided to wait up for him.
    One o'clock came and no hired hand yet. Two o'clock and no hired
    hand, she began to worry. At two-thirty, in came the hired hand. The rancher's
    wife was sitting by the fireplace and quietly called him over to her.
    "Now I'm the boss", she said, "and you have to do what I tell you,
    right?"

    "Well. . . yes", he answered.
    "Then unbutton my blouse and take it off", she said. Trembling, he
    did as she asked.
    "Now take off my boots." He did so, slowly.
    "Now take off my socks." He did.
    "Now take off my skirt." He did.
    "Now take off my bra." Again with trembling hands he did as she
    asked. "Now," she said, "take off my panties." He slowly pulled them down.
    Then she looked at him and said,
    "Don't you ever wear my clothes to
    town again."



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