It is an ordinary morning. Martin Kleshay and his wife Virginia finish their ordinary breakfast. Frustrated and bored with their lives, they sit back, lost in thought, dreaming away their ordinary reality. Erotic Salad is a morning of their dreams, a mad assortment of secret exploits, a tossed salad of outrageous sex fantasies! With a little imagination, Martin Kleshay, timid, impotent, and confined to a wheelchair, is suddenly the swashbuckling hero of his own melodrama. He is young, dynamic, a devoted photographer, and the wealthy publisher of Fettish, a popular men's photo magazine. He approaches his work with a religious dedication, and his photo sessions are delightful lampoons of their real-life counterparts (such as a mock fetish scene in a bathtub, with the alluring young model ecstatically rubbing raw chickens and chunks of raw meat over her body - complete with an absurd background of ice skating music. Or two girls staging the familiar sado-masochist whip photos to an inspiring orchestral score of cathedral selections). As his fantasy unfolds, he is searching for new and exciting photos for his next issue. His technique, however (sneaking up a fire escape to photograph two people making love through their bedroom window), has its drawbacks - he is discovered, chased madly through the streets and nearly caught. And there is worse to come. He has unwittingly photographed "Frank the Hat", notorious underworld figure, who immediately sends his accomplice, the tall, beautiful Carena Zoomex to retrieve the film. In the confusion that follows, Carena finds Martin, but he gives her the wrong film. Angered, she returns, luring him to a bizarre party and finally to her own apartment. In her bedroom, Martin, everpresent camera around his neck, and to a funny soap opera organ accompaniment, attempts to make love to her, camera and all. But she has secretly drugged him and he suddenly topples over unconscious. When he wakes up he finds himself on the floor, chained and helpless. Carena stands over him, dressed in black, a wide leather belt in her hands. She beats him sadistically, pours wine in his face to torment him, and revealing her connection with "Frank the Hat", tells of their plans to murder him. In this last desperate hour, however, the dynamic photographer comes through. Still chained, but suddenly inspired, he struggles to reach his camera lying just a few feet away. The erotic image of Carena towering over him with her black leather belt and tall sensual body is the perfect photo for his magazine. Grabbing his camera he frantically begins photographing her, promising to make her a Fettish centerfold. She is charmed, she is convinced, she unties him, and they run off together. Meanwhile, back at the breakfast table, Virginia Kleshay, irritable, domineering, and less than alluring in her robe and haircurlers, has dreams of her own. Glamorous and uninhibited in her fantasies, she is busy seducing an unsuspecting plumber who has come to repair a leak in the bathroom. Soon, from another room, Martin calls to her, but Virginia is lost in passion, thrashing about, under the sink. The next dream finds her at the dinner table making reckless advances to an insurance agent who has come to talk over her husband's policy. Suddenly losing control, the agent sneaks under the table, shaking and grabbing at her in wild eyed excitement. Martin, however, sees nothing and continues to discuss his insurance. Finally Virginia and the insurance man sneak off to the bedroom, and while Martin, still unaware, chats to them from the next room, she quickly undresses and tumbles into bed with her new lover. A weekend orgy is Virginia's final exploit. Martin is away at a health spa and a strange assortment of friends fill their apartment, lying around half nude, drinking, smoking pot, and partying. But Martin comes home early, and in a ludicrous scene wheels innocently into the room, to find his wife sprawled on the floor, drunk, nude, legs waving wildly in the air, and making love to another boyfriend. The shock is too much for her devoted husband. His mind shatters, and he enters a bright colored world of hallucination. In the center of an immense stage Martin Kleshay stands transformed - in a long low cut gown, red high heeled shoes, black feather boa, bright red lipstick, blue eye shadow, and black mustache. A glamorous showgirl in his own theater. Nine young figures, dreamlike, and totally nude, appear behind him, and the cast is complete. The audience cheers wildly and Martin breaks into song, moving seductively across the stage and dragging his long feather boa behind. Suddenly his world shifts, the figures turn against him, strange images appear, he is lost in his own play. He cowers on the floor bathed in bright colored lights and surrounded by bodies, jumping, nude, hostile bodies. The audience jeers, scenes flash by, faster and faster. Then everything stops. He is back in his wheelchair, the figures around him are suddenly still - naked characters in an exhibitionist play. He wheels quietly past them. And a timid Martin and a frowsy Virginia drift back to an old reality, back to breakfast, back to each other, back to bored silence and cold coffee.