I think the directors of this one released it before its time. It's not about my wife. In fact, I really don't know what it's about. There's a minimum of dialogue; music drowns out most of it, and whatever Deborah Wells says is unintelligible anyway.
I did spot a wrongly-billed Chris Collins in the opening girl/girl with Ms. Wells, which was followed by Cheyenne, Steven St. Croix and Deborah. There are a few other couplings with unknowsn, who, for the most part, deserve to remain so. This is the quickest of quickies with tepid sex.