Mr. and Mrs. Bohaven

Tate and Molly had smiles plastered across their faces that they couldn't have wiped off if they tried.

They kept staring over at each other happily as their car cruised along the semi-busy desert highway, weaving in and out of rolling boulders and hills. The Bluetooth radio pumped a primer in relaxation.

They'd earned it. Everyone had. The Coronavirus vaccine had been fully administered to the public at large and reports seemed to indicate that the worst was far behind them.

Naturally, people were looking to celebrate, and Molly and Tate had some serious lost time to make up for.

"Ya know...I thought the first time you made out with me with cum still in your mouth was the hottest thing ever...but I gotta be honest babe, right now, being on vacation without a mask in sight, might literally be the greatest physical experience of my life. I'm having constant micro-orgasms." Tate beamed at his young bombshell of a wife. Her pale yellow sundress rode up her tan legs and she just allowed it to happen. The put the sunroof of their Jeep down and enjoyed the warm air flowing in on their skin.

"Oh my GOD! I KNOW! I think we should seriously see if we can snag one of the bonfires tonight and we can burn the ones we have in the car in effigy."

"That is an absolutely CAPITAL idea!" Tate said, effecting a so-so British accent as he smiled widely.

"Is it British orrrr...Australian?" She laughed at her goofy, handsome husband. He seemed more carefree than he had in months. They both did, obviously. Life had been paused right after their honeymoon, and they'd had to put their lifetime of fun on a brief hold.

But now there were no masks and no industrial strength hand washing stations and no 24/7 news cycles of how many people had died that day; or who was right and who was wrong. It was just peaceful.

It felt like springtime, even though it was the beginning of summer.

And nothing could've felt more like summertime then the way they felt right at that moment-beats bouncing through the SUV as the 90 degree sun shown down on them.

Molly raised her hands and cheered as the sign came into view:

"PALM SPRINGS," it read in gleaming, Art Deco silver.

Tate turned up the volume even louder as Lizzo welcomed them both back into the official world of leisure.

"I AM. SO. FUCKING. EXCITED. TO. BE. BACK. HERE. WITH. YOU!" Tate excitedly yelled to her.

"KELLLLLLLY CLARKSONNNNN!" She screamed back. And they both cracked up like teenagers again.

Fun was officially back.

Palm Springs had all the quirky charm that was no longer available in Las Vegas and not quite as douchy as San Diego. It was a city that felt almost purposefully satirical-a wild mix of antique shops, the gay community, old Hollywood retirees, and young, partying people in their 20's looking to get progressively drunk by a pool over the course of a very stress-free weekend. There were very few chain hotels. Most the resorts had their own individual brilliance. You could practically identify them by which party drug they most resembled. Or perhaps even more accurately by the type of adult who stayed there.

Five miles later and the car pulled into their preferred house of respite: the Ace Hotel.

It was like the millenial, cultural dog whistle of the whole town. If you were under the age of 30 and heading to Palm Springs, there were three major resorts you were staying at for vibes, DJ's, photo booths, Jetsons-meets-Vegas-meets-Urban-Outfitters themes, etc. It was desert chic, and almost too corny to be believed-from the photo booth stations and the weekday drag show trivia, to the tall white fire-pits all over the property with rentable Vespa's out in front. The pool was the main attraction, but they also had a second, quieter pool with a more understated vibe, and calmer, quieter waters. On the busiest weekends, a DJ would be providing the two contrasting vibes at each location. Basically, if you were the type of person who enjoyed simply being who you were, it was absolutely perfect.

When they parked the car and stepped out, the blanket of desert heat that defined this oasis draped over them like a hug.

WELCOME BACK HUMANS IN SEARCH OFJOY. It said, in a smooth baritone.

They both stood there for a moment and listened to the vibrating cicadas outside of the famous hotel, another calling card of the property.

"Is it just me? Or am I in literal heaven right now?" She asked, completely without irony.

"Yes...but I think we're also in figurative heaven." Tate parried.

"Is it possible to be in both at once?" Molly flirtatiously replied.

They both stared at each other with eyebrows mimicking sass.

"Wait...we haven't taken any drugs yet, right?" Tate joked.

"YET!? WHAT'S TAKING US SO LONG?!" Molly dramatically intoned. They grabbed their bags and headed to check in, as she squeezed her husband's butt while he put his arm around her. It felt almost more exciting than their honeymoon had. They felt reinvigorated.

They got all checked in and Molly made sure to bat her eyes at the hotel desk clerk for a room close to the main pool, but he batted for the other team so she quickly nudged Tate up to fill in. He did a valiant job, and soon they were off to set up their room for peak enjoyment capabilities.

They were staying for three nights. A Friday-through-Sunday fuck-a-thon with all the necessary accouterments.

When they got to Room 207 they were thrilled. It appeared that the front deskman had upgraded them to a second floor suite overlooking the heavenly oasis of a pool that spanned the entire middle of the property, below.

The room had a king sized bed and a long set of couches by the wall with a big shower. the bathroom was hipster sized so it wasn't a ton of space...but you didn't come to Palm Springs to soak in the bath. You came for the pool and the 90 degree weather at night and all the people your age, who were also looking to escape the doldrums of city life...only now it would feel more like a bacchanalia.

They dumped their bags onto the floor and got their alcohol into the mini fridge. The very second that was done Molly rushed into Tate's arms. They crashed down onto the bed and they clawed at each other like horny college kids again. Molly worked Tate's jeans and boxers off and pulled her panties to the side as she sat up on top of him felt his seven inches sink deeply into her soaking wet pussy. She'd been leaking her juices out in the car for the last half hour thinking about his cock, and now she was finally riding it again, on vacation, with nothing to worry about but relaxing for the next three days. She squeezed him. He felt so good inside her.

They made out intensely as he sat up to meet her and she wrapped her legs around his back so that they were mirroring each other now. Molly started to grind on him, leaving him all the way in and teasing her g-spot as she maneuvered her brilliant, pelvic muscles to torture Tate's throbbing member.

He bit her shoulder and told her he was close to cumming and that was all she needed, as she bounced firmly up and down while her first orgasm crested the mountain. Tate exploded deep inside of her and they kissed all the way through it. She bit his lip as he slowly finished, and she could feel his warm spunk between them.

They kept kissing, staying like that, their bodies taking in the moment. They felt each other's heart beats.

Molly took a deep breath in and smiled at Tate as she ruffled his short hair. They'd both gone and gotten haircuts right before the trip. Tate was a tight fade and trim while Molly had gone medium, straight Scarjo, as her dirty blond strands only fell just below her neck. She had curled it out and she looked sexy as all hell like that. She looked like she was ready for fun.

That's when she pushed Tate backwards onto the mattress. Molly carefully eased his sticky cock out of her messy pussy and then tantalizingly crawled up the sides of his body, peeling her yellow sundress off and throwing it to the floor. When she got to the sides of her husband's head, she lowered herself onto his mouth.

"Clean me up dirty boy," And Tate fell in love all over again. She squeezed her calves as her incredibly kinky man began to swirl his tongue into her folds, devouring his heavy shot of seed and making sure to slide past her clitoris on each new pass. He spent ten minutes licking his salty spunk from his wife's perfect pussy. Molly loved how he would spread her ass apart to get his tongue even further inside of her. She really had married the perfect sex partner. She grabbed his hair and held him in place as he licked her diligently.

Their kink for each other was so perfectly matched.

After bringing her to the brink of another orgasm, Tate stopped, and pushed Molly off of him, which made her moan in dismay. But he knew exactly what he was doing. They both did.

The edging game had already started.

"You wanna finish setting up our room and then we'll get into our suits and go snag some drinks by the pool?" He asked her. She stretched her body like a happy kitten on the bed and nodded a satisfied yes. She had just cum, on a crazy comfortable, king bed. The room smelled like sex and the desert heat.

They popped on the AC and Tate began to set up all the drinks and drugs they had brought for the weekend:

Tequila. Lagers. Jello shooters. Weed. Edibles. Molly. Poppers. Gatorade. Red Bull. Bags of chips.

They had thought of everything they were going to need. This had been such a long-time coming.

Molly meanwhile unpacked the suitcase that had been stuffed with of all of their sex toys and naughtier outfits. She placed all the toys on the bedside table next to their bed along with the lube and various other items of physical pleasure.

They put clothes away and turned the AC to the desired level so that the room would feel like a cool breeze when they stepped in from the heat.

Then they were off to pool. Molly went to the bar to get drinks while Tate scouted two chairs close enough for them to leave sandals and shirts-the universal sign of pool land claims. As Molly was walking back, Tate watched as numerous eyes were drawn to her sultry figure. She was wearing a pink and teal Victoria's Secret two piece that basically made her look like a juicy, summer fruit. The bathing suit amply showed off her incredible ass, that made small semi-circles as she walked slowly with their booze. The getup definitely brought attention to the fact that you could probably tell what kind of a girl she was in bed, and Tate loved that about her. She knew what she wanted. And she always got it. She was the fun girl. And she was his.

Tate was wearing a pair of smaller board shorts and Molly similarly loved to see the various guys and girls around the pool who admired her husband's muscular frame and boyish charms when he would walk past. He was effortless. She placed the bucket of lagers and the giant margarita down next to their lounge chairs, and they quickly unfurled towels.

A hot girl wearing a tiny, lime green bikini and simple ponytail, that worked for a tequila company, came by and offered them a free shot, which of course they gladly accepted. Everyone was going all out for this weekend it seemed.

After they clinked their chilled shots and licked their salty rims, they downed them while staring at each other in the face, ever challenging one another to who could do the cleaner shot. The girl took their picture and asked for permission to post it on the company's social media pages, which they gladly agreed to. You could post this version of them everywhere if you wanted.

"Andddd we're OFFICIALLY back." Tate said it as the last remaining invisible weights melted from his shoulders. "Damn that's good." He echoed.

"You could've honestly given me distilled motor oil and I probably would've been happy." Molly reasoned, and he agreed with that sentiment. The ambiance was a thousand percent.

Tate slipped into the pool first and the cool water cleansed him of those final droplets of pandemic stress. Molly followed right behind him with two cracked beers as she leapt from the side ladder into his arms. She spilled some suds down her chest on the landing and Tate simply leaned down to lick it off as it trickled between her breasts.

"We do not waste beer in this relationship." He stated nobly.

"Oh, I agree. If I could bend my mouth in that direction, I would've done the same thing."

"If 'that's what she said' was still a thing that people said, I would now say: that's what she said." And again they were laughing. They hadn't laughed this much since their first date. Or maybe ever.

He spun her around on his tip-toes as they nudged just past the five-foot mark of the y-shaped pool.

"Ahhhhhahhhahhh!" Molly mimicked the Little Mermaid song as he spun her around, which made a couple of people across the pool chuckle at them now.

She kissed him and then handed over his beer.

When she was firmly in his arms, they paused for a moment to smile at each other from behind their shades. Molly squealed a tiny bit.

"Oh fuck, I am so happy right now." Tate said.

"Agreed. This is every vibe I've ever needed."

The pool was connected to the hotel's super buzzy hotel bar 'The Amigo Room' which went from craft cocktail lounge to sexy dance lounge later on into the weekend nights. There was also a killer hangover diner from the property's original design and a coffee/bakery combo all lined up back-to-back, just off the hotel's front lobby. They had maintained the 50's architecture and turn-of-the-century art deco elements, while adding in all sorts of modern browns and tans and earthen tones that gave the distinctly Instagrammable motif that people seemed to enjoy so much.

Tate and Molly crushed their first beer fairly quickly and now, in the ease of the moment, they began to fall back into their favorite game:

People Watching.

They were leaning up against the side of the pool and cracking their next round when Molly snagged a giant pool noodle that was floating by, and wedged it between her thighs. Both of them had their best over-the-top stunner shades which allowed them to sidle up next to each other and make naughty comments about the various hotties they spotted around the pool.

"Super tan brunette, three o'clock." Tate offered up between sips. Molly's eyes zoomed over to the towel hut, where a girl in a burgundy two piece was grabbing towels. Her body was gorgeous, but there was a little too much pomp and circumstance going on.

"Sexy body...but I bet she only makes one sound in bed," Molly joked, as she ditched her floatie to stand in front of Tate and lean back into his chest as he did the same against the side of the pool.

"Totally. Hmmm, what about the guy by the corn-hole game?" Tate shifted their gaze back over towards the bar area which was surrounded by tables and air-misters and the popular bar game.

Molly immediately got excited as she looked at the guy. He was wearing black shorts and a tank top and his arms had a swimmer's muscularity to them. When he bent over to snag a bag for the next round she also noticed his gorgeous buns.

"Damn babe, yes. Definitely. I'd bend over for him. What about you? Do you think he's hot?" She pushed her ass back into his crotch under the water and he pulled her closer. Her soft skin felt even softer under the water.

"Mmmm, mayyyyybe. If you led me I think I would." Tate admitted and he could feel himself getting hard in the water as Molly continued to rub her round buns up against him. They kept the game going. Pointing out various girls and guys and who they would most like to fuck. They compared notes. They rated tattoos and haircuts and lips. They came up with backstories and tried to guess if they were there to relax, or if they were there for similarly devious reasons. Who was hiding secrets. Who was playing hooky.

They had talked for months about where they were going to pick back up on their sexual bucket list that they'd made on that fateful honeymoon night. Those long quarantine days trapped in their apartment had allowed them to play out all the possible avenues they could choose, when they finally got the chance to explore again.

A threesome had definitely been at the top of their list. As soon as the government announcements had been made and they were able to book their vacation, they made a pact that they'd spend their second night in town looking to invite someone back to their room, but rather than try to set something up ahead of time through the exhausting world of apps...they were simply going to let the flow of the weekend take them. They were ready to flirt. Ready to mingle. Ready to stand close to new people who weren't wearing masks. The modern world had come roaring back.

Molly turned and leaned in to make out with Tate. Now they both knew people would be checking them out. They were arguably one of the hottest couples at the pool and they'd both noticed roaming eyes since they'd gotten in. It was early afternoon and the crowd was starting to get more full and the pool was starting to get more packed and more people were dancing and more people were getting drunk and everyone was happy to turn off the invisible six-foot barrier.

It felt like everyone was forgetting together. It was marvelous.

They spent a while longer at the pool before deciding to head back to the room for some afternoon fun and a perfectly rolled joint.

Their upstairs patio couldn't have been placed at a better spot, because it allowed them a place to let their dank smoke drift away from the room, but also placed them directly above the pool where they could spy the appropriate times to head down and possibly meet people.

They cracked open some chilled waters and passed the freshly-lit joint back and forth as the DJ changed over to a funkier style. Evening was fast approaching and the music was underscoring the necessary change in mood. It was amazing how much could be accomplished with an evolving bassline. They truly loved this hotel.

Tate ordered some munching apps from the hotel bar and then joined Molly in the bathroom as she turned on the shower. They squeezed in together and began to playfully fondle each other.

They were stoned and in love. They had lazy sex in the hot stream that felt more like a slow dance. Neither of them came. They were just happy. He stayed inside of her as he washed her. She did the same for him.

They scarfed down their hummus platter and nachos when they arrived, overtipped the room service, and then took a blissful nap to recharge for that evening. It felt good to stretch out on king-sized hotel sheets that they wouldn't have to worry about making or washing.

It was nice to smell new smells and be somewhere exciting again. They slept like babies for a two glorious hours.

It was just before eight when they woke up and, magically, as the desert was wont to do, the sun was still setting, casting an apricot glow over the whole resort property-like a photo being slowly exposed.

Molly woke up with her head on Tate's chest. They were both naked. She brought her head up and cuddled into his nook. He tousled her hair and she kissed him.

"Wanna get all dressed up and go flirt and dance and shit?" Tate asked her, and Molly got a big grin on her face.

"Bayyybeeeeee!" She squealed, in a purposefully exaggerated way. "What a marvelous thing to wake up to."

They liked having a good time.

Tate made them both shots while Molly started to get ready. Just a little makeup and a sexy romper would do for her, while Tate wore shorts and a short-sleeved button up that showed off his arms. He licked lime juice off his thumb as he finished the chilled tequila shooters and poured them into the two hotel water glasses.