Juli Ashton is a housewife best served by the adjective "bored," and Ron Jeremy plays a casting director best categorized by the noun "sleazeball." If all else fails, it's comforting to know in this turbulent O.J. world of domestic strife that some factors in the porn universe remain constant.

And though it seems like just a bout every male and female performer in the adult business competes constantly for screen time in Every Woman Has a Fantasy, Part 3, plot and character are the least of this feature's concerns.

While husband Steve Drake's away, the mice play —at least in the imagination sense. During a healthy skinny dipping interlude, Juli's body is submerged in more oil than the Exxon Valdez. Like some mystery lover in a Chanel No. 5 commercial, Misty Rain rises from the pool to be the bottom babe in a strap-on scenario while Felecia plants anal beads in Juli's ass like beanstalk seeds. As any nurturing vine requires, Ms. Ashton gets a good hosing from Adam Wilde and Vince Vouyer.

Drake and Ashton seem to have precious little to say to one another, which should prompt generous comments from a marriage counselor. Instead, they wind up in respective adventures choreographed, one might suggest, to curry favor in awards show sex categories. Not that that's a bad thing. What transpires during a beauty salon episode proves perilous to describe for the extent of its group participation, but wondrous to behold for its visual impact. Think d.p.'s, butt plugs, Melissa Hill's asshole, and Kia the winner in an Asia Carrera lookalike contest, and you're well on your way to a year's supply of Vidal Sassoon creme rinse.

A sex club eventually sets the stage for a tale intricate as a No. 2 pencil. Drake watches people fuck (Jordan St. James and Gerry Pike) and jerks off, and if your next guess is that Juli gets a job behind the glass enclosure, you could have written the script for Showgirls.

In the "sex scene, thy name is gratuitous" category, you've got Ariana featured in a swarthy leather segment with Tom Byron that has notorious written all over it.

Juli does her usual superb job as a strumpet answering the sexual clarion call, and every pairing has a gifted, visual edge to it that sets this opus above the norm.

Fantasize a store shelf full of Every Woman Has a Fantasy, Part. 3.