The taboo nature of Bree Mills' Pure Taboo series is a bit fluid, but one common denominator to the vignettes is their negativity. In common with the horror genre, nastiness is far more likely to rear its ugly head than any uplifting message.
Title segment stars the irresistible Christie Stevens, cast here as a wife whose husband Jason Moody complains to his co-worker Alex Legend that she is cheating on him with many, many men.
Legend seems sympathetic, but we see him give a wicked smile and know that he will attempt to capitalize on his colleague's misfortune. Resulting sex scene is stimulating, with a trick ending.
Supporting segment titled "Substitute Wife" is extremely poor, negating any marginal value generated by the Christie main event. Tommy Pistol, not chewing the scenery for a change in a more subdued performance, plays a guy who is nonetheless creepy as he grooms his comatose wife Chanel Preston, talking aloud to give the viewer plenty of verbal exposition.
He's hired an escort (= prostitute) Gianna Dior, who makes an outcall visit to his house. She's all business, but balks when he presents a kinky situation: she's to make love to him on his bed next to his wife lying there in a coma, supposedly so he can feel "intimate" with her while satisfying his needs with a surrogate.
But she's a pro so she goes along with the gag in standard XXX fashion. Shock ending is somewhat predictable, especially as Pistol would hardly be cast in a Mr. Nice Guy role.
One wishes that Bree and her director Craven Moorehead would provide clever plot twists in the manner of that classic tv series "Alfred Hitchcock Presents" but yet again they strike out.
Title segment stars the irresistible Christie Stevens, cast here as a wife whose husband Jason Moody complains to his co-worker Alex Legend that she is cheating on him with many, many men.
Legend seems sympathetic, but we see him give a wicked smile and know that he will attempt to capitalize on his colleague's misfortune. Resulting sex scene is stimulating, with a trick ending.
Supporting segment titled "Substitute Wife" is extremely poor, negating any marginal value generated by the Christie main event. Tommy Pistol, not chewing the scenery for a change in a more subdued performance, plays a guy who is nonetheless creepy as he grooms his comatose wife Chanel Preston, talking aloud to give the viewer plenty of verbal exposition.
He's hired an escort (= prostitute) Gianna Dior, who makes an outcall visit to his house. She's all business, but balks when he presents a kinky situation: she's to make love to him on his bed next to his wife lying there in a coma, supposedly so he can feel "intimate" with her while satisfying his needs with a surrogate.
But she's a pro so she goes along with the gag in standard XXX fashion. Shock ending is somewhat predictable, especially as Pistol would hardly be cast in a Mr. Nice Guy role.
One wishes that Bree and her director Craven Moorehead would provide clever plot twists in the manner of that classic tv series "Alfred Hitchcock Presents" but yet again they strike out.