Rex: Chapter 1
#1 of Rex
Welcome to Rex's word. He's a coyote pushing the boundaries of pack life and his role as alpha male.
Tropical Encounter
Flowers scented the warm tropical night. The moon hung low in the sky above the forest canopy. Small lights set at intervals illuminated the way--conveniences for the resort guests.
Rex took his time walking along the earthen path. He enjoyed anticipating the night's events with the couple he met earlier that day. The stroll through the resort grounds and lodgings let the excitement build at the right pace.
That morning, he stood on the pier, well before the next scheduled water taxi arrival. He watched two lynxes, a married couple, stroll across the beach and onto the pier a short time later. The woman's mature curves and sensuality attracted his eye, her tawny hair and spotted fur sleek in the morning light. She caught him watching her movements and smiled.
She guided her husband, a nondescript man of medium height and trim build, toward Rex and they introduced themselves. Her husband, Chris, blended into the background while Cienna enjoyed attention.
Her golden eyes examined him from head to toe. She lifted her chin and smiled; he satisfied her internal criteria. Mischief danced in her eyes and he grinned back at her.
In conversation, he learned that the couple visited the resort for several weeks each year. From their dress, manners and speech, he concluded that they had above average financial resources. Their two daughters attended Ivy League schools on opposite coasts.
Additional day-trippers arrived to await the taxi. The scheduled sightseeing destination was a large island outside the sheltered waters of the bay. A fort there protected the bay during the colonial era and several ancient villages dotted the island.
After boarding the taxi, the couple stayed close to Rex. He wanted to spend time with a buxom coyote that caught his eye--the last arrival for the tour. A gut feeling prompted him to remain with the couple. He enjoyed Cienna's company and conversation. Her husband never spoke unless addressed and seemed content to let his wife direct the interaction.
Outside the bay, the ocean waves rocked the taxi. Cienna took Rex's arm to steady herself. Despite this, she fell against him several times, unbalanced by the motion of the craft. The remaining tourists seemed unaffected by the gentle rolling movements. She lingered against him for long moments after regaining her balance. He rejected the urge to separate her from Chris during the remainder of their stay for a tryst or three.
Once on the island, Cienna continued to express growing interest in him. She flirted with the big coyote in full view of her husband, who gave Rex an indifferent shrug and showed no outward dissatisfaction with his wife's actions. With no resistance from Chris, Rex reciprocated, flirting with her at every opportunity.
His attentions emboldened her behavior toward him. She began to sprinkle suggestive phrases and double entendres into her conversation. The conversational flirting gave way to casual touches and incidental contact. Her breasts, ass, hands and legs pressed against Rex at every opportunity. Her husband observed it all and said nothing. He showed no hint of jealousy or anger at his wife's actions.
Rex suspected that the couple operated with an ulterior motive. To force the issue, he escalated the physical encounters with Cienna. He fondled her soft breasts and ass while they walked. He stole kisses if she stood close. She smiled and played along, casting knowing looks at her husband. At times, she acted surprised or coy but encouraged him to continue with gropes and kisses of her own.
The quick pecks evolved into deep lingering kisses out of sight from the rest of the group. During one long kiss, her hand pressed to his abdomen and stroked his sheath through his clothes. Her breasts pressed to his chest and she moaned in her throat. His hands rested on her firm ass.
"Careful," He said. "If you get my cock hard, I need to fuck someone."
"I'm someone," she said, a grin on her muzzle. Her hand continued to move against him, harder now.
Chris shrugged at Rex's questioning look. The coyote decided to test the waters. He looked into the lynx's golden eyes, a smile on his muzzle. "Keep rubbing my cock if you want me to fuck you," he said.
Her grin widened. With a wink, she pushed back from him half a step. She turned and set off after the tour group, her hips swaying with each step.
Rex took long strides to reach her. He reached around her body, resting his hand on her hip. She put her hand on his side and held him close.
"Why did you stop?" he said.
"No privacy," she said, looking at the scenery.
"And your husband?"
"He likes to watch."
At each stop on the tour, the trio trailed the rest of the group. During a stop at the ruins of an ancient village, Rex pulled Cienna into the shadow of a stone wall. He lifted her chin and kissed her long and deep, his tongue probing her mouth. She pushed her hand inside the waistband of his shorts to stroke his sheathed cock. He fondled her breasts. Her husband took pictures of the pair with his smartphone.
In scattered conversation, she detailed the couple's sexual preferences and fantasies. She enjoyed interspecies sex with canines and cuckolding her husband. Aside from watching, Chris enjoyed humiliation from and subservience to his wife's canine lovers.
Rex looked at Chris. "He's bi?"
She smiled. "He leans that way. He enjoys the humiliation of servicing my lovers and watching me take other men."
"Interesting," Rex said. He smiled, and thought of the possibilities with the pair.
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