Eric must have passed out during Jennifer's powerful orgasm, because he felt himself coming to. To his horror, he was still inside his wife's giant vagina, a hot, wet, and dark mess. Her odor was all around him, inside him. Every moment felt like it lasted forever.
That's why he instinctively lunged forward as soon as he felt something else inside Jennifer's pussy. It was large, thick, and slow to move, and he latched on as soon as he could. It was her finger, of course, and he was still far too small at his size to actually hold on. But her juices were sticky, and they stuck to her finger and surrounded Eric, so he wound up being pulled out as her finger lazily withdrew.
Once he was back out, in what felt freezing cold but was only room temperature, he slipped through Jennifer's juices onto her finger. The finger started moving more quickly, and he realized he was traveling up the length of his wife's giant body. In a moment he was staring at his wife's absolutely titanic face. It scared the shit out of him. She was a goddess. His goddess.
Jennifer stared at her husband. He was slipping down her finger, but slowly enough that she didn't have to do anything. She turned her hand a bit this way and that. Her pussy juices were still coating her index and middle fingers, with a thin strand connecting the two. Eric had ended up on her middle finger.
She couldn't believe what was happening. Eric had fucked her, hard, last night before their flight down. And now here he was, essentially nothing, on the tip of her finger. She could do literally anything she wanted with him. And it was time to have some real fun.