I’d have a spiffy, shiny, cultivated husband no. 2 to go to the opera and ballet and museums with me and dine out and do everything else that requires dressing up and sitting still and being on your good behavior. That way husband no. 1 would not have to be pestered to do things he really doesn’t enjoy, or feel guilty when he turns them down. He could just be his smart, funny, quirky self and never have to put on a necktie or go to a party. I’m no party girl myself, but once or twice a year would be nice (and husband no. 2 could have another wife if he wants a lot of that sort of thing).
I’d have a buff, energetic husband no. 3 for all kinds of handy-man projects and also other more, ahem, athletic activities, not omitting the occasional hike, sailboat ride, and other outing far away from anything electronic.
And as for the wife: well, of course, somebody has to be domestic. Actually I wouldn’t care if this one were male or female as long as he/she loved cooking, cleaning, shopping, gardening, and all those other delightful homemaking activities that just make me want to run away and read a book.