Eric woke up and realized he must have passed out from Jennifer’s orgasm. He still couldn’t see anything, but it was hot and wet and Jennifer’s aroma surrounded him from all sides, so he assumed he was still inside her pussy. Jennifer was also clearly moving around, but Eric couldn’t make heads or tails of what she was doing. She wasn’t saying anything, either, and Eric wasn’t sure he would have wanted to try to get her attention even if he had the energy to start moving around.
So he let himself just sit there and wait to see what happened. He felt short of breath, but whether that was because of the oppressive heat or because he didn’t have oxygen inside her vagina was not readily apparent. He felt himself slowly moving along with Jennifer’s pussy juices, and he assumed that meant he was slowly being worked out of his wife’s vagina. Without a better idea, he figured he’d just see where it went.
Sure enough, after a few minutes he found himself coming out of her vagina, at which point he became wedged in her labia. Although still dark, there was a bit more light, so Eric could at least get some sense of what was going on. Now a bit calmer with more freedom of movement, Eric reached out with his soaking wet arms and pulled himself along the various folds of Jennifer’s vagina. Unfortunately, he soon found a wall of fabric in front of him. It was still too dark to make out much in the way of color, but from the feel of the fabric, Eric knew his wife had changed into a swimsuit. What was she doing?
Still without any good ideas, Eric stayed in place as his wife moved around. He realized that she was walking, and what he had thought of as being in front of him was actually down towards the ground. He briefly considered seeing if he could crawl around the tight fabric of the bikini until he freed himself, but then it would just be a long drop to the ground. He decided a better move would be to wait until Jennifer stopped for a while. Then he could come up with a real plan.