This is a porno spoof of the dead-body farce The Trouble With Harry, complete with neighbors cheating on each other and a reasonably convoluted plot.
Randy Spears is Harry - a suburban guy who drops dead right after screwing his neighbor's wife, Sondra Hall. Their pairing beforehand is reasonably strokeworthy.
Hall's husband, Mike Horner, arrives back from his golf game while Spears' body is still cooling on the floor. He's mighty suspicious of the trail of clothes leading up the stairway, but Hall concocts a quick story about how she wanted to surprise him with some mid-afternoon sex. He eats her out, remarking on how wet and puffy she is, but when she climbs atop his still-dressed form, we find out one reason why she might be sleeping around: hubby comes in his pants before ever getting inside Hall.
Hall bustles him off to the shower and rings up her best friend - Taylor St. Claire. St. Claire is out on her patio, getting busy with the pool boy (Rafe). She casually dominates him; even when she's taking it up the ass doggie-style, it's clear who's servicing whom.
Hall sends Horner off on a series of distracting errands. As he hunts for tools to lend St. Claire, who should drop by but Harry's wife (Wendy Divine). She tosses him atop the car hood, gives him a blowjob, and they start working their libidinous way around the garage - missionary on the car hood, from behind over the dryer, side-by-side on the floor.
Meanwhile, Hall and St. Claire overhear as they try to hide the body. They're forced to dump it in the alley and flee when Divine and Horner finally finish each other off. When his wife stumbles over Harry, she immediately assumes that he had been spying, and the shock killed him. She recruits Horner to fetch her other lover (Eric Masterson) to help haul Harry back to her place so it looks like he died watching TV. But Masterson is busy fucking Mercedes. A nice strokable scene follows when Masterson eats Mercedes out. She provides some deep cleavage for tit fucking, and then the good stuff - an anal doggie session, plus some tasty missionary and reverse-cowgirl action. No wonder Horner's licking his lips.
All of these shenanigans have been observed through the curtains by yet another neighbor (Herschel Savage), who's been waiting for the resolution before he, too, engages in an extramarital fling with Chloe Dior. He ices her clit with a water bottle, then takes her in three positions while she talks up a storm, squealing, "I need it!" over and over.
There's a little twist at the end - it's not Dior's husband who interrupts their post-coital bliss, but Savage's. Other than that, the humor is mostly slapstick. The production is slick and the performers are having a ball, which helps.