I could have been a gay bloke that was too weird to have a husband for all you knew, but nah, I'm not.
Thanks for the kind equestrian offer, but I'll leave Micock the majestic white stallion (I'm being generous here, as all I can picture in my mind is a sweet little Shetland gelding) for Mrs Fubar to ride around the Stones on as I don't shit on other bloke's women (figuratively, or anyone, literally)
I also strongly suspect that if any of the ladies actually turned round & took your shexay offers seriously, you'd shit your little pants & lock yourself in a cupboard, whimpering for Mrs F!