Tracy is a middle class housewife suffering from that most dreaded of uterine maladies, sexual frustration. Her selfish husband seems not to notice that she diddles herself to orgasm after they have sex, all the while imagining scenes of erotic abandon. Tracy's ennui turns to exhibitionism, however, when she lays herself out next to the pool for the delectation of a horny neighbor. Not one to beat around the bush - especially where bush is involved - the abutting stud invites himself over to Tracy's place for coffee and a coerced cock-sucking. In spite of his dubious potency (sadly, the actor seems to have more luck growing a man-fro than sprouting wood), Tracy decides there's nothing better than casual forced sex. She calls her "doctor" - apparently a shrink - and confesses that she thinks she has a "problem."

A detective is on the trail of the Zodiac, a serial rapist who has been taunting him with rhyming clues and riddles.

A rich old man hires a security expert to put cameras in his home and see if his trophy wife is cheating on him. Is it the chauffeur, doctor, lesbian masseuse or even his own daughter?