Joel Lawrence and Nicole Sheridan are married, although not especially happily, as we learn upon meeting them in the midst of a nasty little tiff over Lawrence's unthinkable desire to continue watching porn with a ring on his finger. Sheridan breaks bourgeois bitchy with him, demanding that she, blond paragon to all things vanilla and stay-homey, should be more than enough to slake his erotic desires if, in fact, he really loves her.

Lawrence finds himself caught in the ol' monogamous love bind, still subject to the primordial male seek-and-impregnate imperative but also constrained by his tender feelings for his wife (these working in concert with socially-imposed one-mate restrictions to keep his pecker perpetually in his pants). What's a feller to do? Fantasize, of course.

On the coital end of things, the hottest moments here come as Sheridan and Lawrence pounce marriage counselor Dee in a wicked little round of threeway sexual healing, and as Sheridan tales big Sean Michaels deep in her ass in the scalding closer.