Am I a good wife?

It's Saturday, but it's late.
The door clucked for a while. I thought, "It's him lah! That little silly, he always turned the key in wrong direction."
I got to the door and saw him with his big black suitcase.
"Honey!" He hugged me and kissed me without saying a word.
"Shower first!" I pretended to be angry, but in my heart I was very happy.
At night, I had sex with him while resisting the soreness of my legs and my waist, and tiredness of my body after my session with the other him ...
Fortunately, as usual he was done quick...
"Silly you, you are so tired after whole week of work! Quickly go to sleep la" I said.
"Are you comfortable?" he asked me.
"Perverted!! You are so strong! You know that!" I smiled.
Looking at his silly and contented smile before he turned over and slept, I realized that he is a good man and a good husband.
But am I a good wife? …